<?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-3158519759296471770</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:18:04.556Z</updated><title type='text'>The Girl of Make Believe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-735941827985391377</id><published>2011-08-30T15:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:02:37.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8nt1T1I4Q/Tlz51aPfEiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/66W05B1WA4w/s1600/SleepyH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8nt1T1I4Q/Tlz51aPfEiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/66W05B1WA4w/s320/SleepyH.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646662728788415010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6JCKjXKRak/Tlz51M-gZnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/PCY9k37DIGQ/s1600/Hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6JCKjXKRak/Tlz51M-gZnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/PCY9k37DIGQ/s320/Hulk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646662725227538034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQcO06uLd8g/Tlz51LtebPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YrX1cxJ0a_c/s1600/Monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQcO06uLd8g/Tlz51LtebPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YrX1cxJ0a_c/s320/Monkey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646662724887670002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lil guy is 6 in two months, it's crazy how fast he's growing up. He goes into Year One at school next week.&lt;br /&gt;He's recently started attempting impressions and it's so funny. Kids truly do say the funniest things. He picks up on lines from films/cartoons and repeats them in the same accent; he's too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-735941827985391377?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/735941827985391377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=735941827985391377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/735941827985391377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/735941827985391377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheeky-monkey.html' title='Cheeky Monkey'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg8nt1T1I4Q/Tlz51aPfEiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/66W05B1WA4w/s72-c/SleepyH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3909868220253780341</id><published>2011-08-18T16:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:36:50.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week</title><content type='html'>My Mum and Dad are in Scotland at my aunties and the house has been unbelievably quiet. I'll be glad when they get back tomorrow though, the housework needs doing :P Nah, Daz, Chris and I have all been good kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry stayed in mine all last weekend and he gets up far too early for my liking. Matt let me sleep in and he got up because he knows I'm an uber bitch if I don't get enough sleep. &lt;br /&gt;It's full-on looking after a 5 year old though. I don't think I'm cut out to be a parent. I like to sleep a lot, lounge around, read, just quietness!....and not entertain a child 24/7. Perhaps I'll grow out of that when I mature but right now...definitely don't want children. &lt;br /&gt;We're going to Chester Zoo next week as Matt has taken a week off work and that should be fun. I hope Harry wants to have his face painted because I'll look stupid if he doesn't get his done :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Matt, Robyn, Trish, Kate, Oz, Jack and I all went to the Pub Quiz. This week I named us 'Tequila Mockingbird' and we lost lol. It was fun though and I actually knew one of the music questions. They always play contemporary Pop (shit) or old Pop (shit) and I don't know it! Kate asked the QuizMan to put some Rock/Metal into it next week for me and he said he'll do some that he likes....So it won't be what I like :( never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain Management finisihed last week and I'm gutted because I really liked going and I met some lovely people. They've said I can go again in a few months if I want but it's the exact same course so there's not really much point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Matthew's because he's cooking for me (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3909868220253780341?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3909868220253780341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3909868220253780341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3909868220253780341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3909868220253780341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/08/week.html' title='A Week'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3121637713973090750</id><published>2011-08-11T21:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:33:02.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttlKefa6QAc/TkQ6CI9P57I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N7V9BnyfNrM/s1600/SDC14562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttlKefa6QAc/TkQ6CI9P57I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N7V9BnyfNrM/s320/SDC14562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639696441813231538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyBskJEjbXI/TkQ6Bz4wrwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jCPWCDZtvAM/s1600/SDC14560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyBskJEjbXI/TkQ6Bz4wrwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jCPWCDZtvAM/s320/SDC14560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639696436157263618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6wFrp3ya4I/TkQ6BpZuVXI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5ZIBcwAdoao/s1600/SDC14535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6wFrp3ya4I/TkQ6BpZuVXI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5ZIBcwAdoao/s320/SDC14535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639696433342731634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wn9tMBURCoo/TkQ6BeLzYaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JgE8oQ4oNjY/s1600/SDC14482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wn9tMBURCoo/TkQ6BeLzYaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JgE8oQ4oNjY/s320/SDC14482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639696430331552162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUgbBUoOXqU/TkQ6BDXrE4I/AAAAAAAAAss/RZRNSQYP_HY/s1600/SDC14460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUgbBUoOXqU/TkQ6BDXrE4I/AAAAAAAAAss/RZRNSQYP_HY/s320/SDC14460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639696423133582210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a shitty few weeks, hence the lack of blogging. &lt;br /&gt;I got really poorly and couldn't move due to severe back pain. The morphine came out and knocked me out! But I was on crutches and in terrible pain. I'm feeling a lot better now though.&lt;br /&gt;Then our flat all went wrong. I was told I'd be able to have adaptions made to it due to my disability, so we decorated it and were due to move in last weekend but I was told that the adaptions wouldn't be taking place...therefore I'm back in my Mum's and house-hunting once again. I was absolutely devastated :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been out twice this week with my friends and it's been great. They always cheer me up and I love them far too much.&lt;br /&gt;Robyn, Kate, Jack and I have started going to a Pub Quiz on a Wednesday and Matt has joined us too so that's mucho fun. But on Tuesday, Trish, Robyn, Kate and I all went for a meal, a goss and then to the beach. It was raining but we sat in my car, listened to tunes and danced away. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My lovely little Jack has dyed his hair blonde too and I love it, he looks bootiful.&lt;br /&gt;So they all cheered me up! I'm mucho appreciative of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3121637713973090750?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3121637713973090750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3121637713973090750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3121637713973090750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3121637713973090750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/08/friend-fest.html' title='Friend Fest'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttlKefa6QAc/TkQ6CI9P57I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N7V9BnyfNrM/s72-c/SDC14562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1207052287868352207</id><published>2011-07-14T20:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:58:11.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fItBtMXc4Vk/Th9JMfuPQmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/87ZW68ZC3a8/s1600/SDC14417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fItBtMXc4Vk/Th9JMfuPQmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/87ZW68ZC3a8/s320/SDC14417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629298538259104354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfmDp58f2yA/Th9JMEhiFqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0jd7EVj37to/s1600/SDC14376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfmDp58f2yA/Th9JMEhiFqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0jd7EVj37to/s320/SDC14376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629298530958055074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgatdDASTic/Th9JLynvbOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/x-GCloTa8uM/s1600/SDC14373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgatdDASTic/Th9JLynvbOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/x-GCloTa8uM/s320/SDC14373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629298526152256738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9KU4eRtIJQ/Th9JLlmxPBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1DsGgUsiGBA/s1600/SDC14338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9KU4eRtIJQ/Th9JLlmxPBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1DsGgUsiGBA/s320/SDC14338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629298522658520082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Robyn and I spent the day with Jack and it was awesome. We did initially plan to have a DVD day but we spent the first three hours taking silly pictures and gossiping about an endless amount of things. I've never laughed so much. Our photos involved tribly hats, trees, lamposts, phone boxes and Disney Princesses, much fun! We're definitely all not posers, honest :P&lt;br /&gt;We finally watched 'Tangled' as Robyn hadn't seen it and Racheal joined us. Then later in the evening we met up with Racheal's boyfriend Simon and went to a pub quiz. Our team name was 'Sex, Drugs and Sausage Rolls' and we won by one point! We rule.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good day and I totally enjoyed myself. I needed cheering up because I've been having a rough time lately with my joints and my knees keep dislocating and causing me a lot of pain....thankfully my friends are diamonds and managed to bring a huge smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Matt is joining us for the pub quiz next week as we need his expertise :P&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1207052287868352207?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1207052287868352207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1207052287868352207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1207052287868352207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1207052287868352207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/07/jack-attack.html' title='Jack Attack'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fItBtMXc4Vk/Th9JMfuPQmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/87ZW68ZC3a8/s72-c/SDC14417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-267094784641724199</id><published>2011-07-04T20:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:42:13.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pYGhfiNBg/ThIWweSTarI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ye7i_4g8tgE/s1600/Harry%2Band%2BDiesel1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pYGhfiNBg/ThIWweSTarI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ye7i_4g8tgE/s320/Harry%2Band%2BDiesel1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625583906558536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swWVqSHgoLM/ThIWvmz2TiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_vquU8RKpMw/s1600/Harry%2Band%2BDiesel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swWVqSHgoLM/ThIWvmz2TiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_vquU8RKpMw/s320/Harry%2Band%2BDiesel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625583891666849314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Harry and Diesel looking unbelievably cute.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry hasn't been to my house for a while but when he arrived Diesel got all excited and wouldn't stop following him around and licking him. As for Shadow, he was barking. A lot. Jealous little sod.&lt;br /&gt;I love these pics though. They're adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-267094784641724199?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/267094784641724199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=267094784641724199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/267094784641724199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/267094784641724199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-best-friends.html' title='New Best Friends'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pYGhfiNBg/ThIWweSTarI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ye7i_4g8tgE/s72-c/Harry%2Band%2BDiesel1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7231409278877062458</id><published>2011-06-28T21:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:01:19.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BInRwrUsL-4/Tgo_SXXuSAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8isnUH0XhVA/s1600/Paperchase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BInRwrUsL-4/Tgo_SXXuSAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8isnUH0XhVA/s320/Paperchase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623376669469198338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not weird, nothing sexual...but I have a stationery fetish. I'm absolutely obsessed with it. &lt;br /&gt;Paperchase is my idea of heaven. Robyn and I spent an hour in there last week and I had to be pulled away from looking at Filofaxes, I already have one but fell in love with a purple...*sighs* must not think about it lol.&lt;br /&gt;I love being at Uni though, it gives me an excuse to buy silly amounts of pens, notebooks, random bits for my pencil case :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7231409278877062458?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7231409278877062458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7231409278877062458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7231409278877062458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7231409278877062458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/fetish.html' title='Fetish'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BInRwrUsL-4/Tgo_SXXuSAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8isnUH0XhVA/s72-c/Paperchase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-509813280613420615</id><published>2011-06-27T17:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:40:33.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5I2vid5e4/TgiwOWBiwXI/AAAAAAAAArs/5p5Pbp5b87M/s1600/SDC14316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5I2vid5e4/TgiwOWBiwXI/AAAAAAAAArs/5p5Pbp5b87M/s320/SDC14316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937895248773490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBBEGdiWxrU/TgiwNU11sPI/AAAAAAAAArk/PynlgqPSIcU/s1600/SDC14282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBBEGdiWxrU/TgiwNU11sPI/AAAAAAAAArk/PynlgqPSIcU/s320/SDC14282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937877751378162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4YjfS0eNvQ/TgiwMudbE9I/AAAAAAAAArc/uQdpTHieCaU/s1600/SDC14272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4YjfS0eNvQ/TgiwMudbE9I/AAAAAAAAArc/uQdpTHieCaU/s320/SDC14272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937867448423378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5nSKi8cj1o/TgiwMIfUw_I/AAAAAAAAArU/V8d4rQ7s8Xo/s1600/SDC14237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5nSKi8cj1o/TgiwMIfUw_I/AAAAAAAAArU/V8d4rQ7s8Xo/s320/SDC14237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937857255850994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZwLgwuYdL4/TgiwL0Y-nNI/AAAAAAAAArM/qfRFaKPAS3M/s1600/SDC14230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZwLgwuYdL4/TgiwL0Y-nNI/AAAAAAAAArM/qfRFaKPAS3M/s320/SDC14230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622937851860524242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I went the Lake District in Cumbria last week for three days and it was lovely. We'd never really gone anywhere on our own before and so it was nice to spend a few days without family/friends etc and just be together. &lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a lovely B&amp;B with extremely nice hosts who were really interested in getting to know Matt and I. We both really liked how hospitable and friendly they were.&lt;br /&gt;During our trip Matthew got slightly camera-happy and we ended up with over 70 pictures but the scenery is beautiful and he did delete some rubbish ones :P&lt;br /&gt;We both had a lovely time and will definitely be going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our little break I got a phone call about a flat. It's three bedrooms, in the same street as the &lt;a href="http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/house-hunting-sucks.html"&gt;last one&lt;/a&gt; we looked at and the same price so I'm slightly excited. I'll apparently know more news next week so fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I also picked up my new car. It's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Ford Fiesta Titanium. Cruise Control. Sony Sound System. Bluetooth. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-509813280613420615?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/509813280613420615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=509813280613420615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/509813280613420615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/509813280613420615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/lakes.html' title='The Lakes'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5I2vid5e4/TgiwOWBiwXI/AAAAAAAAArs/5p5Pbp5b87M/s72-c/SDC14316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3305011231763792</id><published>2011-06-19T11:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:18:10.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkyamcF0HEY/Tf3K69E-39I/AAAAAAAAArE/LNRgtkpnBVo/s1600/3%252BDoors%252BDown%252B3DoorsDownu13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkyamcF0HEY/Tf3K69E-39I/AAAAAAAAArE/LNRgtkpnBVo/s320/3%252BDoors%252BDown%252B3DoorsDownu13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619871024204931026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Matt and I watched &lt;b&gt;3 Doors Down&lt;/b&gt; in Manchester. It was my second time seeing them and they were awesome. They did a different set to last time and sang a few of the new songs from their album that hasn't been released as yet (19th July in UK)...when they sang 'Kryptonite' they went off stage and when the lead guitarist came back on he had LED green lights on his guitar, it was very cool. &lt;br /&gt;We had an old strange couple sat next to us though, I think we attract the odd people. She was sat with her shoes off and her legs on the guy who looked like he needed to wash his hair and actually dress like a 50 year old man and not a teenager, then he started giving her a foot massage...AT A GIG! Matt and I couldn't contain our laughter/disgust. I think she may have heard me calling her a 'blonde weirdo' because I got evils. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that and the kid behind us who looked like he was rapping, the gig was great. I really enjoyed myself and so did Matt :) which is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got &lt;b&gt;ALTER BRIDGE&lt;/b&gt; tickets on Wednesday. WOOOOOP! It'll be my third time seeing them but they're my favourite. They're playing a huge venue in November with &lt;b&gt;Black Stone Cherry&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Theory of a Deadman&lt;/b&gt;..I've seen both of them also :P I'm a gig freak!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3305011231763792?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3305011231763792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3305011231763792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3305011231763792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3305011231763792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-doors-down.html' title='3 Doors Down'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkyamcF0HEY/Tf3K69E-39I/AAAAAAAAArE/LNRgtkpnBVo/s72-c/3%252BDoors%252BDown%252B3DoorsDownu13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7358615053144734002</id><published>2011-06-14T22:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:14:28.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GxmLm2cijM/TffOvQ9yA8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Y-ujMVNvmX8/s1600/Lifehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GxmLm2cijM/TffOvQ9yA8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Y-ujMVNvmX8/s320/Lifehouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618186371571254210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw them last night (Lifehouse that is). Finally. The gig was scheduled for February but they had to cancel. So it was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;They're my guilty pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;The way I've been explaining it is...'lovely time'. They're just so adorable and it was very different to my 'normal' choice of gig/concert. &lt;br /&gt;The lead singer (Jason Wade *sighs*) stopped the gig half way through because he had an 'unorthodox announcement' to make. Then on behalf of a female fan in the crowd he proposed to her boyfriend...kind of weird, the guy said 'yes' and was given a huge celebratory cheer. It was cute. Not how I'd want to be proposed to but each to their own.&lt;br /&gt;They sang 'You and Me', 'Hanging by a Moment' and 'Broken' so I was pleased. It was an awesome night, I enjoyed myself. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing 3 Doors Down on Thursday, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7358615053144734002?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7358615053144734002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7358615053144734002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7358615053144734002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7358615053144734002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/lifehouse.html' title='Lifehouse'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GxmLm2cijM/TffOvQ9yA8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Y-ujMVNvmX8/s72-c/Lifehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5666107224325578626</id><published>2011-06-10T15:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:11:04.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2czg9MaxVo/TfIliPXhaSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5Nk8_NFnMkE/s1600/S%2526D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2czg9MaxVo/TfIliPXhaSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5Nk8_NFnMkE/s320/S%2526D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616592955455400226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iH2NRXuWXo/TfIlhuL6UBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/M5dYDRrwY28/s1600/Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iH2NRXuWXo/TfIlhuL6UBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/M5dYDRrwY28/s320/Boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616592946548330514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how cute my boys are together!? After trying to pose them for days, when they think I'm not looking they just lie together. Uber adorable. Instead of biting each other and playing, they decided to have some down-time.&lt;br /&gt;Diesel + Shadow = Cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5666107224325578626?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5666107224325578626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5666107224325578626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5666107224325578626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5666107224325578626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2czg9MaxVo/TfIliPXhaSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5Nk8_NFnMkE/s72-c/S%2526D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6577745283003801382</id><published>2011-06-09T21:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:30:04.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who, Me?</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://missvintagevixen.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-im-jessica-nice-to-meet-you-about-me.html"&gt;Miss Vintage Vixen's&lt;/a&gt; post I'm doing a 'Sarah update'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I'm Sarah, I'm 24 and I'm an English student. I go into my third year at Uni in September and I'm really looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I absolutely love Victorian Literature. It's sickening how obsessed I am. It's a huge passion of mine and I hope to one day lecture, with this period being my speciality. I'm basing my dissertation around this era. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; My boyfriend Matt, is my best friend. I sometimes think that he knows me better than I know myself. I'm extremely grateful for the relationship I have with him and love him more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I have an 'invisible illness' which affects all of my joints and causes a lot of pain on a daily basis. I used to hate talking about it because I was ashamed but I've matured and realised that it's a major part of my life. It's incurable and will get worse as I grow up but such is life. I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Another passion of mine is writing. I have an idea for a novel that I'll write eventually but I'm so busy with University at the moment. I've had a few poems published and wrote a lot of short stories. I express myself better with words on paper!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I love to read. I've always been a bookworm and I'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; From the age of five I lived with my Nan and Grandad and they were the most influential people in my life (as well as my Mum), they died within six months of each other (2009, 2010) and I was left with a void. I'll never get over the loss of my Grandparents and I miss them every day but I intend on making them both very proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I don't think I'd be able to function without my Filofax. It literally goes everywhere with me and I'm a complete organisation FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I really like tattoos. I have five.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; My favourite colour is PURPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I talk in my sleep; I also laugh and cry and end up waking myself up not knowing why I'm hysterical. This disturbs my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; My friends are fabulous and mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I have a song for every moment in my life. I love music, mostly rock and metal. &lt;b&gt;Alter Bridge!&lt;/b&gt; Live music is my drug.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I can talk for Britain. My Grandad used to call me a 'chatterbox' and I sometimes ramble so much I annoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I change my hair like I change my socks...Okay, maybe not that often but I get fed up of hairstyles very quickly. I'm growing it now, let's see how long that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that it? Probably not, knowing me I've missed out some hugely important things but I've mentioned the people I needed to and said what I first thought about so there you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6577745283003801382?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6577745283003801382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6577745283003801382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6577745283003801382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6577745283003801382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-me.html' title='Who, Me?'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2363167153582652184</id><published>2011-06-08T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:50:38.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*Coughs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FG1krCBbo8/Te-mVvpU4WI/AAAAAAAAAqk/EeVbnwglTRw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FG1krCBbo8/Te-mVvpU4WI/AAAAAAAAAqk/EeVbnwglTRw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615890152851562850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially having a bad week. I didn't sleep at all last night and when I finally did drop off I woke up feeling icky! I've got a majorly sore throat, chest and ears :( In need of sympathy, hugs, chocolate, money! Anything really :P&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's one of those 24 hour bug things and I'll be okay tomorrow. I don't mind my achy joint pain because I have that every day and I'm used to it...but extra illness is mucho annoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also just want to give a shout-out to Jack's new blog. Please follow him &lt;a href="http://presquerienquamour.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2363167153582652184?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2363167153582652184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2363167153582652184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2363167153582652184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2363167153582652184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/coughs.html' title='*Coughs*'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FG1krCBbo8/Te-mVvpU4WI/AAAAAAAAAqk/EeVbnwglTRw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4203619142443889527</id><published>2011-06-07T15:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:46:12.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting Sucks</title><content type='html'>So Matt and I had a flat that was basically ours and we were just waiting for keys to change hands blah blah...but this morning I got a call saying that it had fallen through and the tenants had changed their minds about moving! &lt;b&gt;WTF!&lt;/b&gt; I was totally pissed and so now we're back searching the internet for a new place.&lt;br /&gt;There's four I like and three of them aren't available to view until July...Patience and Sarah do not go hand-in-hand so I'm a little bit stressed out. I don't want to wait. I want to move out. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my gorgeous new purse came from Fossil today and Matt and I are going out for a meal tonight so I shall turn my frown upside down :) 'Good things come to those who wait' - my Nan used to say that to me on a daily basis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4203619142443889527?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4203619142443889527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4203619142443889527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4203619142443889527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4203619142443889527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/house-hunting-sucks.html' title='House Hunting Sucks'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7120503318531896307</id><published>2011-06-04T17:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:49:44.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc9Pzdn-J2o/TepePKN8N4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/E1cKOne1bHY/s1600/download-x-men-first-class-movie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc9Pzdn-J2o/TepePKN8N4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/E1cKOne1bHY/s320/download-x-men-first-class-movie-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614403500004620162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before he was Professor X, he was Charles. &lt;br /&gt;Before he was Magneto, he was Erik.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned this before but my boyfriend is &lt;b&gt;obsessed&lt;/b&gt; with Marvel. So he's been excited about &lt;i&gt;X-Men: First Class&lt;/i&gt; for months. We went and watched it on Wednesday night, (the night of release) and the cinema was packed. However, because he has a super organised girlfriend *bows* I prebooked our tickets online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of X-Men since I was little and used to pretend I was Rogue in the playground at school...I was either her or Kimberley from Power Rangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the film is based around a young Professor Charles Xavier (James McAvoy) and Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto (Michael Fassbender) before they were enemies. They're good friends and work together training young mutants whilst preventing World War III and attempting to defeat Sebastian Shaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. You should watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I had the discussion...&lt;i&gt;what power would you have!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants Mystique's - to be a shapeshifter...I said his name should be &lt;b&gt;Synoptic&lt;/b&gt; which he intends on using when he gets his powers :P&lt;br /&gt;I want telekinesis, but I don't have a name as yet. Will get back to you on that. What'd you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the film - yes it's awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7120503318531896307?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7120503318531896307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7120503318531896307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7120503318531896307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7120503318531896307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-class.html' title='First Class'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc9Pzdn-J2o/TepePKN8N4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/E1cKOne1bHY/s72-c/download-x-men-first-class-movie-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5869530572627838721</id><published>2011-05-25T15:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:16:36.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTNKLpxWhsk/Td0OC5Ljo6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jwPNnJL1SnM/s1600/SDC14195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTNKLpxWhsk/Td0OC5Ljo6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jwPNnJL1SnM/s320/SDC14195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610656153645327266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYfVrFB8egM/Td0OCWzLqeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CwL59VSYDzM/s1600/SDC14199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYfVrFB8egM/Td0OCWzLqeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/CwL59VSYDzM/s320/SDC14199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610656144416287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QG74ayg6qY/Td0OCLHtt2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/-55AjWVbXb8/s1600/SDC14209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QG74ayg6qY/Td0OCLHtt2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/-55AjWVbXb8/s320/SDC14209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610656141281179490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How gorgeous is that kid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Harry and I all went to the Blue Planet Aquarium on Saturday. T'was much fun, although I'm not really a fan of sharks...to be honest, I thought I'd be slightly terrified because my last experience at an aquarium ended in tears, albeit, I was about 10 lol. &lt;br /&gt;H enjoyed himself, as soon as we got in there, he just wanted to see the sharks and was not happy that we had to look at all the other fish before seeing the main attraction. However, Nemo (clown fish) cheered him up and the minute we saw the sharks he was elated. &lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, although we got lost on the way there, thanks to Matthew's skills at reading directions (or lack of) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day with Robyn which was cool because I haven't seen her since last week. We went for lunch and then browsed around a few shops...and I didn't buy anything...complete and utter shock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that one of our tutors sadly passed away and were totally gutted. Robyn and I only saw her on Thursday and she suddenly died Friday. We're all truly gutted because she was a wonderful lady and excellent tutor...she was actually my inspiration for a book I'm hoping to write. R.I.P. Jo! You really will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5869530572627838721?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5869530572627838721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5869530572627838721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5869530572627838721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5869530572627838721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/blue-planet.html' title='Blue Planet'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTNKLpxWhsk/Td0OC5Ljo6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jwPNnJL1SnM/s72-c/SDC14195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2320853488608312300</id><published>2011-05-13T20:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:50:39.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*Waves* Year Two</title><content type='html'>I've just finished my final essay for my second year at Uni. *Bows* thank you, thank you (I'm imagining you all applauding me because I'm a weirdo).&lt;br /&gt;I now have four months to research my dissertation, read a stupid amount of novels for my third year and relax! I'll no doubt be spending a lot of time with my friends and Matt (when he isn't at work) so that'll be awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped Language in my final year because I hate it so I'm a fully-fledged Literature nerd now! The only problem is....UBER AMOUNT OF NOVELS!&lt;br /&gt;I only have 5 modules (one is my dissertation, so no classes) and I'm really looking forward to three of them lol. &lt;br /&gt;Victorian Lit is my baby. I love it far too much it's wrong! I'm just majorly passionate about that era of Literature...I'll shut up now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I must go. I need pills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2320853488608312300?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2320853488608312300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2320853488608312300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2320853488608312300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2320853488608312300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/waves-year-two.html' title='*Waves* Year Two'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6261486268574252958</id><published>2011-05-10T13:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:45:52.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVcYTEAZmnU/TckyJmCDZXI/AAAAAAAAApw/2dbxCkeV-XE/s1600/229611_10150168964553389_508883388_6644624_5802135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVcYTEAZmnU/TckyJmCDZXI/AAAAAAAAApw/2dbxCkeV-XE/s320/229611_10150168964553389_508883388_6644624_5802135_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605066351648662898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-st3GlfGoV6U/TckyJYSMOnI/AAAAAAAAApo/zrIwiCy6Zdw/s1600/223287_10150168988508389_508883388_6644875_1132033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-st3GlfGoV6U/TckyJYSMOnI/AAAAAAAAApo/zrIwiCy6Zdw/s320/223287_10150168988508389_508883388_6644875_1132033_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605066347958254194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7R26c7UtEo/TckyJfegjmI/AAAAAAAAApg/SRl98D2iFRI/s1600/224231_10150171900773389_508883388_6674413_6731616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7R26c7UtEo/TckyJfegjmI/AAAAAAAAApg/SRl98D2iFRI/s320/224231_10150171900773389_508883388_6674413_6731616_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605066349888966242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our new addition. &lt;b&gt;Shadow&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's aptly named after the God that is M Shadows from Avenged Sevenfold. I named him of course. &lt;br /&gt;He's uber fiesty and enjoys tormenting Diesel. We have about ten different toys for both of them but they fight over the same one. I'm trying to teach them how to share lol; it's not working as well as I'd hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is he though? He follows my brother everywhere, he literally is a little shadow. He's so fluffy. It won't last long, soon he'll be huge like Diesel, hopefully he'll be as well behaved too because Diesel is a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, just thought I'd show ya my new boy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6261486268574252958?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6261486268574252958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6261486268574252958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6261486268574252958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6261486268574252958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/shadow.html' title='Shadow'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVcYTEAZmnU/TckyJmCDZXI/AAAAAAAAApw/2dbxCkeV-XE/s72-c/229611_10150168964553389_508883388_6644624_5802135_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5301947184142076953</id><published>2011-05-02T20:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:10:51.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4qZblRoftc/Tb8NaFVLOZI/AAAAAAAAApY/JYRdNDPnU2E/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4qZblRoftc/Tb8NaFVLOZI/AAAAAAAAApY/JYRdNDPnU2E/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211203230939538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZWgfhbZhPU/Tb8NYiG5YHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TpRzH9TI0BM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZWgfhbZhPU/Tb8NYiG5YHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TpRzH9TI0BM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211176595939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZtQbgJHnxc/Tb8NYSlSTGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Z44nFAkLiOY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZtQbgJHnxc/Tb8NYSlSTGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Z44nFAkLiOY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211172428434530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZKGHj4rrQc/Tb8NYDvZXjI/AAAAAAAAApA/jjuB7L1a-I8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZKGHj4rrQc/Tb8NYDvZXjI/AAAAAAAAApA/jjuB7L1a-I8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602211168444309042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt + Sarah = Unexplainable!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent three days with my boyfriend, (yes it still feels a bit weird referring to him as 'my boyfriend' again but I'll get used to it) and he went home about an hour ago and I can honestly say I'm glad. I'm only joking. I miss him like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went into Liverpool and I shopped my little heart out, I'm sure he hasn't missed carrying all my bags, bless him. I bought a Ted Baker purse, OPI nail varnish, Vans bag and had my eyes tested...so yeah I got myself some gorgeous Rayban wayfarer glasses, they're hot! I'll be picking them up this week :) I do love a new pair of glasses! In the evening we went for a meal and it was all lovely and hand-holdy etc. I've totally missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to see &lt;b&gt;Thor&lt;/b&gt; and Matt was slightly excited. He has a Marvel fetish so I was on my best behaviour and tried not to torment him (much) during the film. We watched it in 3D and seriously, them glasses are hard to kiss in. We hung out last night and watched TV in bed. Then today I've been writing my Crime Fiction essay and my boy has been putting stuff together for my Mum, because he's an angel. I managed to complete my assignment and we had a few hours together before he had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I'd usually think it was pathetic to miss someone...because I cower away from emotion but not this time. I miss him. I miss him so much and I can't wait until I see him tomorrow. I love the boy. Muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How cute are those pics? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5301947184142076953?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5301947184142076953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5301947184142076953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5301947184142076953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5301947184142076953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-continued.html' title='The Love Continued....'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4qZblRoftc/Tb8NaFVLOZI/AAAAAAAAApY/JYRdNDPnU2E/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-939155895141205235</id><published>2011-04-28T00:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:43:20.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanely Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1 universe, 8 planets, 204 countries, 804 islands, 7 seas, 6 billion people and my heart still told me it's you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a teenager. I'm all giddy and have butterflies going crazy in my belly. I can't stop laughing because of nerves. A smile is a permanent fixture on my face. I'm on cloud 9. I can breathe again...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back together. It's official and I've seriously never been happier. I never stopped loving him but I've realised how much he means to me and I'm not letting him go again. It's an amazing feeling. And he looks so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot express how happy I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &amp;hearts; Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Always. Always. Always. Always. Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-939155895141205235?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/939155895141205235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=939155895141205235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/939155895141205235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/939155895141205235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/insanely-happy.html' title='Insanely Happy'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4699048064292938485</id><published>2011-04-26T12:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:08:15.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulUDrmWahZE/TbaznVjycaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yzeA9NdiQsg/s1600/Change.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulUDrmWahZE/TbaznVjycaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yzeA9NdiQsg/s320/Change.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599860675065311650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull; I'm moving out. I'm 24, I need my own space. There's too many family arguments that are stressing me out so I'm gone! I think it'll do me good to be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull; I've been speaking to Matt. Over the weekend twenty minutes did not go by without having a text from him. Then we spoke on the phone for three hours one night and two the night after. We're going on a 'date' on Saturday too. I'm super excited. I saw him for about 10 seconds yesterday when I was dropping my brother off at the gym and I swear I may have needed CPR because it was an amazing feeling. I've missed him. I hope we sort it out. I want to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull; Jen and I are organising a fundraiser for &lt;a href-"http://www.sophielancasterfoundation.com/"&gt;The Sophie Lancaster Foundation&lt;/a&gt; because it's something we really want to do. We're thinking of a poetry evening based on 'individuality' due to the horrendous way Sophie was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull; I'm stopping procrastinating and actually going to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bull; I love Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4699048064292938485?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4699048064292938485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4699048064292938485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4699048064292938485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4699048064292938485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulUDrmWahZE/TbaznVjycaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yzeA9NdiQsg/s72-c/Change.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3751360143774660802</id><published>2011-04-23T23:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:28:14.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A blog I've followed for ages posted this ABC questiony thing. You should take a look at &lt;a href="http://juliesj0ttings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie's Jottings&lt;/a&gt; blog, it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed Size: Double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore You Dislike: Any. I hate changing my bedding but I love getting into it when it's all fresh, it's sooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs: German Shepherd - Diesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Start to the Day: Glasses on, teeth brushed! As soon as I get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Color: Black. It goes with everything. But I like pink too - bit of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: I hate yellow gold, I seriously, cannot abide it. White gold all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruments: Surgical tools for cutting up my victims. That actually sounds very weird lol. I don't play any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: Student/Writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live: Lancashire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's Name: Jacqueline/Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: 'Ice Queen'/'Mutant' - my brother. 'S' friends. 'Sars' which I bloody hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Peeves: People who don't indicate. It's an essential part of the vehicle, why the bloody hell not use it? I'm not a mind-reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from a Movie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerry Maguire&lt;/b&gt;: I love you. You...You complete me. And I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dorothy&lt;/b&gt;: Shut up, just shut up. You had me at 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: I have a younger brother, Darren, he's 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you wake up: It depends on my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University: Edge Hill, still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables you don't like: Sprouts. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you run late: Not much, I'm always early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays You've Had: No point in listing them all as I'll be here all day. I have at least 6 per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Food You Make: I don't tend to make food. I hate cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Animal Favorite: Tiger. I used to really want one but my Nan wouldn't allow it in the house lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3751360143774660802?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3751360143774660802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3751360143774660802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3751360143774660802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3751360143774660802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6493683679775604356</id><published>2011-04-20T18:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:58:41.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How He's Grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvSZVbrABX0/Ta8dWjo4YoI/AAAAAAAAAow/lK-zMlbC9b8/s1600/10042010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvSZVbrABX0/Ta8dWjo4YoI/AAAAAAAAAow/lK-zMlbC9b8/s320/10042010144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597725135205851778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;First day at home!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-And7p_On20Q/Ta8dWIvaMTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3_xueFfAJwo/s1600/10042010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-And7p_On20Q/Ta8dWIvaMTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3_xueFfAJwo/s320/10042010147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597725127985475890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rjPFhxVl04/Ta8dV2VZJBI/AAAAAAAAAog/yyiqRJmhyvc/s1600/21042010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rjPFhxVl04/Ta8dV2VZJBI/AAAAAAAAAog/yyiqRJmhyvc/s320/21042010154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597725123044516882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C0B0zvSYI0/Ta8dVSx86NI/AAAAAAAAAoY/T1H2KPhAP10/s1600/25062010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C0B0zvSYI0/Ta8dVSx86NI/AAAAAAAAAoY/T1H2KPhAP10/s320/25062010189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597725113500625106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyydgyap8bQ/Ta8csOwWxkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_0kETjE1ras/s1600/Pup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyydgyap8bQ/Ta8csOwWxkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_0kETjE1ras/s320/Pup.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597724408045553218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfwYGr1YAF0/Ta8crq12KoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YeYyVy76WHU/s1600/Snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfwYGr1YAF0/Ta8crq12KoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YeYyVy76WHU/s320/Snow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597724398404905602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rwexWN4AY/Ta8crdb0HUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9XOansiTqJM/s1600/Diesel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rwexWN4AY/Ta8crdb0HUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9XOansiTqJM/s320/Diesel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597724394806058306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RSddd2etDY/Ta8crCyxkbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/63O_fnIv3gY/s1600/Poorly%2Bpaw.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RSddd2etDY/Ta8crCyxkbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/63O_fnIv3gY/s320/Poorly%2Bpaw.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597724387654603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;He stood on glass and had a poorly paw!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_qVHRObIz8/Ta8crM_XpoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/y0K9icL15To/s1600/14%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_qVHRObIz8/Ta8crM_XpoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/y0K9icL15To/s320/14%2Bmonths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597724390391785090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm slightly obsessed with my dog but look how much he's changed!? Diesel is 14 months old now and still as cute as ever. He's such a good dog too. We had a dog trainer visit us a few times just so when he goes out with my brother he stays with him and sits/stays when he's told - he's an angel. &lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are going to look at puppies tomorrow because our boy needs a brother! My Mum doesn't know yet - oops! We've picked a name and everything. So if we do get another, our new addition will be called &lt;b&gt;Shadow&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;That's my dog rant over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6493683679775604356?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6493683679775604356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6493683679775604356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6493683679775604356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6493683679775604356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-hes-grown.html' title='How He&apos;s Grown'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvSZVbrABX0/Ta8dWjo4YoI/AAAAAAAAAow/lK-zMlbC9b8/s72-c/10042010144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4395682054670105770</id><published>2011-04-19T20:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:10:33.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cq9j5JaMEEU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts; i was woken up by pure shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i wore my nirvana tee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i watched too many episodes of glee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; my friend darren rang me with some terrible news, our friend has died. totally shocked and completely gutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; spent the rest of the day in bed reading and trying not to think. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4395682054670105770?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4395682054670105770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4395682054670105770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4395682054670105770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4395682054670105770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cq9j5JaMEEU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6266941058866673163</id><published>2011-04-17T23:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:26:37.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Uni Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37Hfxf4RYhw/Tatn51_WqhI/AAAAAAAAAno/V0hBD0zLjQI/s1600/SDC14163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37Hfxf4RYhw/Tatn51_WqhI/AAAAAAAAAno/V0hBD0zLjQI/s320/SDC14163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681205380983314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chris and Me - drunk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd8mYAMFRSQ/Tatn5pFgKQI/AAAAAAAAAng/bYJYHxTA6Pw/s1600/SDC14169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd8mYAMFRSQ/Tatn5pFgKQI/AAAAAAAAAng/bYJYHxTA6Pw/s320/SDC14169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681201917110530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Robyn, Me and Katie. I &amp;hearts; this one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzN0O6DeQqI/Tatn5Gq9EHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ke1lE6jIR4E/s1600/SDC14164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzN0O6DeQqI/Tatn5Gq9EHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Ke1lE6jIR4E/s320/SDC14164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681192678953074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jamie, Gee, Tricia and Moi. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was our random night out. There's the photo's to prove how drunk I was. I absolutely adore the one of Robyn, Katie and I but I look totally wasted; still hot though haha. I ended up with a blue tongue from drinking Blue Lagoon cocktails. I fell off my chair, I fell over and I had a great night. &lt;br /&gt;My friends rock.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was not great. I had the worst hangover. Vodka + Sarah = Enemies. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily my Mum pitied me and took care of me, bless her.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good today though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6266941058866673163?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6266941058866673163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6266941058866673163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6266941058866673163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6266941058866673163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-uni-night.html' title='Random Uni Night'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37Hfxf4RYhw/Tatn51_WqhI/AAAAAAAAAno/V0hBD0zLjQI/s72-c/SDC14163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6734012935974163403</id><published>2011-04-17T20:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:18:04.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMKtdxxo5Yw/TatnEqJdeyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lM4KFFFfc-M/s1600/SDC14120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMKtdxxo5Yw/TatnEqJdeyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lM4KFFFfc-M/s320/SDC14120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596680291669080866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBI7qNkPzyk/TatGABlmjuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/S65Fgt1_SDo/s1600/SDC14113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBI7qNkPzyk/TatGABlmjuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/S65Fgt1_SDo/s320/SDC14113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596643928178069218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cUI2HSP3Ao/TatF_yD-wVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qpMlovtbKVI/s1600/SDC14108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cUI2HSP3Ao/TatF_yD-wVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qpMlovtbKVI/s320/SDC14108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596643924010516818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a meal for my Mum's birthday a few weeks ago and here are the results lol. My cousin and I ended up taking tonnes of pictures but I won't bore you with them all because there's a lot of Chris and I acting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum had a really nice time and I may have stolen a wine glass but let's not talk about that :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Birthday to my Mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6734012935974163403?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6734012935974163403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6734012935974163403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6734012935974163403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6734012935974163403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/mummys-birthday.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMKtdxxo5Yw/TatnEqJdeyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/lM4KFFFfc-M/s72-c/SDC14120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5922517027189489265</id><published>2011-04-13T23:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:12:58.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VH_XhpLwhzM/TaYm1OhIeMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6F4T0wGwRgE/s1600/SDC14087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VH_XhpLwhzM/TaYm1OhIeMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6F4T0wGwRgE/s320/SDC14087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595202282926405826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvwkaWtl20A/TaYm0wez6VI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0hCoHPDwMS4/s1600/SDC14068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvwkaWtl20A/TaYm0wez6VI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0hCoHPDwMS4/s320/SDC14068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595202274863606098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66rW95scdqI/TaYm0vGLjiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MmEHy3-cpKQ/s1600/SDC14066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66rW95scdqI/TaYm0vGLjiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MmEHy3-cpKQ/s320/SDC14066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595202274491862562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sibgprnOQA/TaYm0VuO-oI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ja5ruyEWu9w/s1600/SDC14052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sibgprnOQA/TaYm0VuO-oI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ja5ruyEWu9w/s320/SDC14052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595202267680537218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF_vrIed1WM/TaYm0ML3UXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_kJBzjPBfpA/s1600/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF_vrIed1WM/TaYm0ML3UXI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_kJBzjPBfpA/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595202265120461170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a month ago now I went to London with Dean, (don't ask who he is, he's an idiot) we travelled early on the Saturday morning and arrived at lunch time. The hotel was stupidly nice, 5 stars, fifth floor, queen-size bed. It was amazing. We spent the afternoon in Camden. I've been to London loads of times but never been to Camden and I didn't want to leave...It's alternative heaven! Dean bought me two pairs of shoes, a gorgeous pocket watch and the most unusual journal (I'll take a picture of it). It was too good. &lt;br /&gt;In the evening we had a delicious meal and then went to see 'The Woman in Black' at the theatre. I wasn't sure whether Dean would like it or not but he did. It was quite scary and I kept grabbing him because I was all jumpy. I was reading the novel the week after for a module in Uni so it fitted in well. The play was fantastic though, I'm going back to see it hopefully with Jack at some point. &lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday we went to the London Dungeon and to Madame Tussards (as you can see from the pictures). In the Dungeon, there's a room where you go into a bar and the actress talks about 'Jack the Ripper', she came over to me and said I looked like one of his victims, the lights went out and a man dressed in a top hat and tails was stood there. I jumped onto the guy (that wasn't Dean) next to me. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Madame Tussards was fab too. I kissed Robert Downey Jr, because I'm a huge loser haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome time though. Will be going back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5922517027189489265?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5922517027189489265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5922517027189489265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5922517027189489265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5922517027189489265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-in-london.html' title='Weekend in London'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VH_XhpLwhzM/TaYm1OhIeMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6F4T0wGwRgE/s72-c/SDC14087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3218573001403376823</id><published>2011-04-12T18:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:45:25.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Hearts was 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPw3MKCZoSw/TaSPDylgLvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zFAIbXndkdE/s1600/SDC13989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPw3MKCZoSw/TaSPDylgLvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zFAIbXndkdE/s320/SDC13989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594753932382449394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CQFLtFYbtk/TaSPDKK6rWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/huD34hG7cr0/s1600/SDC13966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CQFLtFYbtk/TaSPDKK6rWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/huD34hG7cr0/s320/SDC13966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594753921533521250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDKhZUqkK8o/TaSPCw0zVLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7h3ia0rutaE/s1600/SDC13957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDKhZUqkK8o/TaSPCw0zVLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7h3ia0rutaE/s320/SDC13957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594753914729878706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONByFai8jcc/TaSPEB3YlGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/euumrmsvRKk/s1600/SDC14006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONByFai8jcc/TaSPEB3YlGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/euumrmsvRKk/s320/SDC14006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594753936483980386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 24th Birthday in January and I had an 'Alice in Wonderland' themed party. Obviously because I'm a massive kid but also totally cool :)&lt;br /&gt;I decided to goth-up my 'Queen of Hearts' because I could and because I don't do dresses. &lt;br /&gt;It was a really good night. The house was all decorated and we had hearts hanging from walls, the ceiling and on cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend on having many a fancy dress party. They rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3218573001403376823?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3218573001403376823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3218573001403376823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3218573001403376823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3218573001403376823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/queen-of-hearts-was-24.html' title='Queen of Hearts was 24'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPw3MKCZoSw/TaSPDylgLvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zFAIbXndkdE/s72-c/SDC13989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1430601647039123847</id><published>2011-04-11T23:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:14:14.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Far Too Long</title><content type='html'>I totally apologise. I haven't been around since October. WTF? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's a lot of things that I need to say so this might go on for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nearly completed my second year. There's no more teaching time but I have two assignments and two exams and then it's done!&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed this year actually and met some really cool people who I shall mention momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends and Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GptPRd6waA/TaOBfCP6w5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/1sww52Go7-c/s1600/SDC13914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GptPRd6waA/TaOBfCP6w5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/1sww52Go7-c/s320/SDC13914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457532303852434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trish, Robyn, Me and Jen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn - I love this girl far too much. She is so easy to talk to and I call her at stupid times to have a rant. She means the world to me. I don't think she even realises.&lt;br /&gt;Tricia - Our lil funny girl. No matter what the situation she always has the ability to make me laugh...especially when drunk and taking her tights off in the middle of Liverpool. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;Jen - Well you know about Jen. She's the sane one. She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Katie - Robyn's friend who is now my friend because she's totally cool. Love the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Susie - Love her. She always talks sense into me and is there no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Rob - Got back in touch with him recently; an old school friend and he's awesome. I love him, so funny, so talented....just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And finally....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK! - 'The Woman is Jack'. We met randomly waiting for a seminar rep meeting at Uni and since that day I've fallen in love with him. We always have such a laugh when together, even if it does always involve BENefits *wink wink* or certain people's sex-faces. That's how we get down. The hugging from him over the past few weeks has been special. Sarah &amp;hearts; Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Chris - my cousin has moved in with us and he's a cool dude. He's really helpful and I think I may prefer him to my brother lol.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum - is on crutches at the moment. She fell out of bed and landed on her knees...Yes I was crying laughing at first but she hurt herself and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad - He's fine. Had a weird scare a few months ago but all is well in the Daddio-camp.&lt;br /&gt;Daz - Yep, my lil bro...still a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I broke up. Don't want to say much about that. It's totally fucking gay! I miss him crazy amounts but meh. Yeah, shutting up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Stuff....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to London a few weeks ago. Will write a blog about that because I have some awesome pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new totally kick-ass tattoo. It's a crown on my inner ankle. &lt;br /&gt;I had a poem published. Yep. Me. It's in a book and everything.&lt;br /&gt;My 24th Birthday I spent in Wonderland - will post pics of that too. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not particularly happy at the moment, I feel like I'm in limbo. I'm looking forward to completing my exams and spending some time writing because I haven't been able to in ages and I miss it. I have a lot of stuff I need to write.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Rob plays guitar and sings and I'm writing songs with him. I completed the ending to one the other day; special moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that. Nothing else has happened lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1430601647039123847?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1430601647039123847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1430601647039123847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1430601647039123847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1430601647039123847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-far-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Far Too Long'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GptPRd6waA/TaOBfCP6w5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/1sww52Go7-c/s72-c/SDC13914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6188958954350179834</id><published>2010-10-13T19:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:26:40.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>This week has been a very good week for me and writing :)&lt;br /&gt;I was offered a job at University to blog for them. I get paid to talk about my course and the Uni etc. It's accessible to all, but new students who are thinking of attending Edge Hill especially. So I'm super excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my poems have been shortlisted for a Poetry competition I entered back in May. There's five finalists and both of mine got through so I have a 2 in 5 chance of winning. I was so happy, I danced around my bedroom when I found out.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, they're holding an awards ceremony in London, November 16th and I have an exam on that day so I can't go :( Gutted. &lt;br /&gt;However, if I'm lucky enough to win *fingers crossed* I get a writing masterclass, theatre tickets for four to the West End show, Wicked, (which I absolutely loved the first time) all expense paid. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6188958954350179834?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6188958954350179834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6188958954350179834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6188958954350179834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6188958954350179834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7670260044596048916</id><published>2010-10-06T16:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:37:11.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TKycl4JD-NI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZB714UjB7mE/s1600/Edge%2520Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TKycl4JD-NI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZB714UjB7mE/s320/Edge%2520Hill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524963017416243410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at Uni, yay.&lt;br /&gt;It's been way too long a break and I'm glad to be. Granted, I'm knackered most evenings but it's worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my second week back and I'm pretty happy with my timetable, my classes, tutors etc.&lt;br /&gt;I really love the 'fin-de-siecle' module. It's Sherlock Holmes this week and I'm in heaven. The drugged-up, intelligent mastermind is my hero. Or is that Robert Downey Jr? Either way, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few sore spots that have darkened my week but it'll be sorted soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a health note - I may need surgery on my back. Devastated! Having a scan in a few days to confirm! Send me good vibes that I don't need an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7670260044596048916?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7670260044596048916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7670260044596048916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7670260044596048916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7670260044596048916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TKycl4JD-NI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZB714UjB7mE/s72-c/Edge%2520Hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3238870957152712185</id><published>2010-09-10T11:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:51:52.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIoM2s5v0II/AAAAAAAAAkw/51tYPP70bnA/s1600/Pandora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIoM2s5v0II/AAAAAAAAAkw/51tYPP70bnA/s320/Pandora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515234827574431874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.net/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; bracelet yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it. I bought the darker coloured bracelet because I preferred it and got a little ghost and heart charm as my first ones. However, I've been scaling the website and you can make your own wishlist and add it to your bracelet, so I've done that and I'm going to print it off and hand it to Matt a month before Christmas, lol :P &lt;br /&gt;Some of the charms are more expensive than the actual bracelet. At least people will know what to buy me for my Birthday etc, *cough* the converse trainer one *cough* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3238870957152712185?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3238870957152712185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3238870957152712185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3238870957152712185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3238870957152712185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/pandora.html' title='Pandora'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIoM2s5v0II/AAAAAAAAAkw/51tYPP70bnA/s72-c/Pandora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8477259102958669510</id><published>2010-09-08T22:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:43:38.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIgC1q6iB5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/abuAORKERAM/s1600/cd-AvengedSevenfold-Nightmare2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIgC1q6iB5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/abuAORKERAM/s320/cd-AvengedSevenfold-Nightmare2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660864791283602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIgC0wWlPrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-BkS1ZEL508/s1600/Stone-Sour-Audio-Secrecy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIgC0wWlPrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-BkS1ZEL508/s320/Stone-Sour-Audio-Secrecy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660849071242930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely lovin' &lt;b&gt;Avenged Sevenfold - Nightmare&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Stone Sour - Audio Secrecy&lt;/b&gt; at the moment. I only got Stone Sour yesterday and have hardly had it off my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;These two bands are easily in my Top 10 favourites.&lt;br /&gt;They're playing a gig together next month and I was in hospital when the tickets went on sale so didn't get them. Gutted :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'll just rock out in my bedroom :P Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8477259102958669510?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8477259102958669510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8477259102958669510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8477259102958669510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8477259102958669510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/rock-out.html' title='Rock Out'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIgC1q6iB5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/abuAORKERAM/s72-c/cd-AvengedSevenfold-Nightmare2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8937898554801728445</id><published>2010-09-07T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:25:10.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIa6S5YB7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BSduNrWCrVc/s1600/tumblr_l6utvjFCSZ1qafvfwo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIa6S5YB7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BSduNrWCrVc/s320/tumblr_l6utvjFCSZ1qafvfwo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514299627563773458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that made me smile today...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was discharged from physio, my hand is fully healed, yay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst walking into the hospital, a little old lady, stopped me and went, 'wow, you're hair is stunning, absolutely beautiful'. major happiness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's adorable wave he does when i pick him up from work;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone Sour's new album;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome emails from Seth, even though he mocked me about falling out of bed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8937898554801728445?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8937898554801728445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8937898554801728445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8937898554801728445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8937898554801728445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-while.html' title='Smile A While'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIa6S5YB7hI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BSduNrWCrVc/s72-c/tumblr_l6utvjFCSZ1qafvfwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5576852711798394927</id><published>2010-09-05T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:13:09.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRRVg1KUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/doumN648xqg/s1600/lovestory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRRVg1KUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/doumN648xqg/s320/lovestory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513550833338624322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRRP5tfcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Wy7jLVeys-o/s1600/forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRRP5tfcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Wy7jLVeys-o/s320/forever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513550831832366530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRQ_lWHfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s-0P8RKLWA4/s1600/06052010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRQ_lWHfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s-0P8RKLWA4/s320/06052010172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513550827451981298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this is long overdue but I don't think I've dedicated a lil space for Matt...so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I love that boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started a new job last week and was working 2 - 10 shifts so I hardly seen him and it wasn't good. I didn't realise how much I'd miss him. We've spent every day together for months whilst I've been off Uni so it was a bit of a shock when I didn't see him for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, I sound like a loser. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's the boy. I'm totally in love and never been happier than I am when I'm with Matt. I soooo can't wait until we get our own place; 3 weeks and counting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Matt, I love you. A lot. *Nods*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5576852711798394927?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5576852711798394927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5576852711798394927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5576852711798394927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5576852711798394927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-boy.html' title='There&apos;s A Boy'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIQRRVg1KUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/doumN648xqg/s72-c/lovestory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1974305437806692686</id><published>2010-09-03T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:25:59.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge Hill University</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.edgehill.ac.uk/swf/flvplayer/player_flv_maxi.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configxml=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.edgehill.ac.uk%2Fvideo%2Fshaping-futures-for-125-years%2Fxml%2Fembed"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.edgehill.ac.uk/swf/flvplayer/player_flv_maxi.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="260" flashvars="configxml=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.edgehill.ac.uk%2Fvideo%2Fshaping-futures-for-125-years%2Fxml%2Fembed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University I attend has only gone and made a video about how great a place it is, which it is....but I'm in it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen text me earlier saying she didn't recognise me because I have black hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I'm showed very briefly at 1:54 next to the blonde girl looking all studious. But the next time, is 3:13, I'm one of the &lt;i&gt;2300 active minds&lt;/i&gt; I'm either mid-yawn or amazed at something regarding intertextuality. Lol. I look silly!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1974305437806692686?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1974305437806692686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1974305437806692686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1974305437806692686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1974305437806692686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/edge-hill-university.html' title='Edge Hill University'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4891114318205681682</id><published>2010-09-03T15:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:11:30.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence Boost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIEBI2pOO2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/dLyTMYonSHE/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIEBI2pOO2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/dLyTMYonSHE/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512688670497192802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my bestest friends gave me a huge compliment before. &lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking me to email her things that I've written and I always forget. &lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a poem and a short story and she absolutely loved them :)&lt;br /&gt;I was super happy with her comments and it's made my day!&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Jen, you lil star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4891114318205681682?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4891114318205681682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4891114318205681682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4891114318205681682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4891114318205681682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/confidence-boost.html' title='Confidence Boost'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TIEBI2pOO2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/dLyTMYonSHE/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5530883730100657854</id><published>2010-08-31T20:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:09:36.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TH1RxxnLe_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UBUI38TS0A0/s1600/25112009059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TH1RxxnLe_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UBUI38TS0A0/s320/25112009059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511651434544462834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hair is short and red, albeit, it's a lot longer than that picture at the moment. I'm growing it and it's driving me absolutely crazy. It's messy and I can't seem to do anything with it. At least when it was that ^^ short, I'd deliberately mess it up...but it's at that inbetween length which isn't making me smile, grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want long, red hair. I'm thinking it'll look super hot, I just don't want to wait for it to grow. Patience and I don't go well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TH1RyZqOlfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mkq0DYaz4tc/s1600/SDC12816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TH1RyZqOlfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mkq0DYaz4tc/s320/SDC12816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511651445294667250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waking up and thinking, 'ah let's just get it cut'. But I know I'll regret it. Long or short? HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5530883730100657854?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5530883730100657854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5530883730100657854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5530883730100657854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5530883730100657854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-grow.html' title='To Grow'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TH1RxxnLe_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/UBUI38TS0A0/s72-c/25112009059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3775865669335300528</id><published>2010-08-28T23:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:36:10.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorjuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THmLzlFzADI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdIuKj4rP3Q/s1600/es108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THmLzlFzADI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdIuKj4rP3Q/s320/es108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510589337310527538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to a quaint little place called Cedar Farm with Matt's Mum Angela and his sister Megan. I'd been before with my friend but didn't really stay for that long. However, on this occasion, we stayed for ages and had a really good look around. They had a really lovely craft shop that sold tonnes of quirky notebooks, cards, sketch pads etc. I bought a notebook that says on the cover, &lt;i&gt;'I could've been a novel'&lt;/i&gt;. They also sold stationery with the name 'Gorjuss' and I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;I found a website that sold all kinds of the stuff, &lt;a href="http://www.santorographics.com/shop/gorjuss/"&gt;Santoro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bag, calendar and that card, but I intend on getting more cards and framing them because they're adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3775865669335300528?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3775865669335300528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3775865669335300528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3775865669335300528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3775865669335300528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/08/gorjuss.html' title='Gorjuss'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THmLzlFzADI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdIuKj4rP3Q/s72-c/es108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2781867852076947084</id><published>2010-08-26T22:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:48:53.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Far Away Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THbe7yW01eI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JEL7sT9sXc4/s1600/Fantasy_landscape_Blue_Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THbe7yW01eI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JEL7sT9sXc4/s320/Fantasy_landscape_Blue_Moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509836312845538786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family have decided to move. I'm not going with them. They're moving 300 miles south to Milton Keynes. We have family there, my family like it etc. My Mum isn't happy living in our house because she misses my Nan and Grandad. We all do so I think it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm moving in with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;We viewed a place today and fell in love. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, big garden, garage, very nice master bedroom! Matt is going to get the forms tomorrow so hopefully we'll have it - fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving in with my boyfriend - argh! Hopefully he'll still love me in my PJ's and tatty hair haha.&lt;br /&gt;We're staying in the town I've lived in since I was 5 and he's been here his whole life. We like it round here, I'm close to Uni and we know people. I don't want to uproot and move far away but I can understand why my parents/brother do. I'll miss them, it'll be strange doing everything for myself (with Matt's help of course).&lt;br /&gt;Our house just isn't the same without my Nana's contagious laughter and my Grandie's awful jokes. I miss them. They'd be happy I was becoming a grown up!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little scared but here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2781867852076947084?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2781867852076947084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2781867852076947084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2781867852076947084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2781867852076947084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/08/far-away-land.html' title='A Far Away Land'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/THbe7yW01eI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JEL7sT9sXc4/s72-c/Fantasy_landscape_Blue_Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3249001151756512188</id><published>2010-07-04T14:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:56:14.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TDCP1SDmxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/T_2cVZMCDKc/s1600/03072010191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TDCP1SDmxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/T_2cVZMCDKc/s320/03072010191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490046091307435474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot looks terribly swollen on that pic but how gorgeous is my new tattoo? &lt;br /&gt;It's obviously in memory of my beloved Nana and Grandie. &lt;br /&gt;It took 1 hour 30 mins to complete and was pretty painful but so worth it, I absolutely love it. It is most definitely my favourite tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one year ago on Friday, 2nd July that I lost my Grandie and six months since my Nana passed away and although I have two stars on my wrist, I wanted more because they were everything to me. &lt;br /&gt;My Mum knew I was getting a tattoo but had no idea what I was getting so she cried when she saw it.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Chris got a tattoo on Friday too. Every night for as long as I can remember my Nan used to say to us 'Goodnight, sweet dreams, pleasant dreams, think nice thoughts, I love you' to us all. So Chris got that and 'R.I.P' inked on his upper arm and my Mum, again sobbed when he sent us the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wear shoes for a few days but I'm not bothered because it's beautiful. My new tattooist is amazing, she will definitely be tatt'in me again in the future :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3249001151756512188?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3249001151756512188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3249001151756512188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3249001151756512188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3249001151756512188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/07/ink.html' title='Ink'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TDCP1SDmxdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/T_2cVZMCDKc/s72-c/03072010191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5156894362707980816</id><published>2010-06-09T18:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:54:59.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_TnJQZPiI/AAAAAAAAAio/mpTKNM-etVU/s1600/03062010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_TnJQZPiI/AAAAAAAAAio/mpTKNM-etVU/s320/03062010187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480831940986224162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_Tmqs805I/AAAAAAAAAig/HRhoD9b0LRI/s1600/03062010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_Tmqs805I/AAAAAAAAAig/HRhoD9b0LRI/s320/03062010186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480831932784497554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel is 18 weeks old today. I can't believe how big he's got, it's absolute madness. He's freakin' adorable. He couldn't jump a few weeks ago and now he's jumping up onto the sofa. He's also found his voice too and makes others aware of it lol. He barks at bigger dogs then runs behind my brother if they go towards him - fiesty dog :P&lt;br /&gt;We don't even have to take him out on his lead because he just walks right beside my brother or myself and stays with us, until we get to the field and he runs round like a crazy pup. &lt;br /&gt;I love the lil guy much. He's too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he'll be bigger than me soon hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5156894362707980816?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5156894362707980816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5156894362707980816&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5156894362707980816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5156894362707980816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boy.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_TnJQZPiI/AAAAAAAAAio/mpTKNM-etVU/s72-c/03062010187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7161204000707956148</id><published>2010-06-09T18:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:45:22.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Wool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_SQf2nwvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6EbzpFO-ATM/s1600/09062010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_SQf2nwvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6EbzpFO-ATM/s320/09062010189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480830452403520242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need wrapping up in cotton wool, sad times! I factured my hand almost a month ago and the doctor only put a crappy little splint on my hand and I kept taking it off because it was itchy and doing my head in. So I went back to hospital a week ago and it's not healing so now I'm in plaster cast. Seriously, how annoying is that? Perhaps it's a bit my fault but, man, this is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I ended up in hospital too, I caught a really bad virus that attacked my joints and I could hardly sit up I was that weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the lack of hand movement, I'm doing okay. Just been printing off loads of poetry I've written for a scholarship at Uni - wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7161204000707956148?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7161204000707956148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7161204000707956148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7161204000707956148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7161204000707956148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/cotton-wool.html' title='Cotton Wool'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/TA_SQf2nwvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6EbzpFO-ATM/s72-c/09062010189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6026794674980925771</id><published>2010-05-18T13:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:42:02.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I've fractured my right hand. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, it hurts. I've broken bones and had many injuries my whole life so it's not a new experience. But, I haven't broken/fractured anything since I was 13. Albeit, I dislocate weekly. You know what, I'm sooo not made right! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punched a wall. I know, I know, it's not big and it's not clever but I'd been uber frustrated for weeks and on Sunday my last nerve was scratched and I K.O'ed my poor little hand. The bruising is madness. It's only in a splint so I'm taking it off daily to have a look. I can't bear the splint off for more than a minute though because it freakin' hurts...A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me ages to type this but I haven't been here for a while. Uni is over for the Summer so hopefully once my hand is better I'll be around much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6026794674980925771?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6026794674980925771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6026794674980925771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6026794674980925771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6026794674980925771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5696611239262714495</id><published>2010-04-17T22:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:51:47.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqD8zuplI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hrciYWodAGw/s1600/10042010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqD8zuplI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hrciYWodAGw/s400/10042010144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461223745491215954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqDMSiLdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NA8NF2dP5hk/s1600/10042010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqDMSiLdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NA8NF2dP5hk/s400/10042010149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461223732467084754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqCv7FrwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hBRAlViztv0/s1600/10042010152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqCv7FrwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hBRAlViztv0/s400/10042010152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461223724852555522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Diesel&lt;/b&gt; our new puppy. He's a 9 week old German Shepherd and a bloody star. I bought him for my brother last Saturday for his 21st Birthday (it isn't until July, but he couldn't wait). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's been absolutely great, we haven't had a sleepless night, but my brother has been getting up early with him - but he can't really complain because he uses the garden and not the carpet to do his business, he's friendly and just sleeps all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want a dog last Friday but my mind was changed when I saw a picture of the lil guy. And truth be told, I absolutely love him to bits. He gets really excited whenever he see's me and I get lots of kisses. I'm so glad I decided on adding him to our household because he's taking our mind off all the bad things that have happened these past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has met him thinks he's gorgeous and that he has an awesome name (my choice hehe) but he's a pretty cool pup. And my brother adores him and I'm happy when he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5696611239262714495?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5696611239262714495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5696611239262714495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5696611239262714495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5696611239262714495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S8oqD8zuplI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hrciYWodAGw/s72-c/10042010144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4141511880386221780</id><published>2010-04-05T14:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:02:01.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Titans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S7nq1yODEzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8CbnUpqjMxE/s1600/clash-of-the-titans-2010-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S7nq1yODEzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8CbnUpqjMxE/s400/clash-of-the-titans-2010-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456650633270727474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and watched this last night in 3D and it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Worthington played Perseus, the son of Zeus (Liam Neeson), but born to a human woman. He was supposed to be killed at birth but as he was a demi-god, he survived. Hades (Ralph Fiennes), killed Perseus' adopted family and he wants revenge. The city of Argos is in danger and Perseus must save it and defeat the Kraken. He also prevents Hades conquering Zeus and saves mankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual duties of a hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a really good movie and my absolute favourite part is definitely when the soldiers who follow Perseus enter Medusa's lair, even though she has a crazy-lady-laugh that made me cringe, it's very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek Mythology nerd recommends it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4141511880386221780?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4141511880386221780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4141511880386221780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4141511880386221780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4141511880386221780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans.html' title='Clash of the Titans'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S7nq1yODEzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8CbnUpqjMxE/s72-c/clash-of-the-titans-2010-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7718752883020433568</id><published>2010-03-08T11:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:04:38.492Z</updated><title type='text'>Alice In Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5TmBAFDAJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/yc4mIogMclI/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5TmBAFDAJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/yc4mIogMclI/s400/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446230754273198226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film I have eagerly anticipated I finally saw last night in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely loved it. Okay, I felt like a bit of a muppet with them 3D gigs over my glasses but it was very much worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 19 year old Alice returns to Wonderland, which she believes is all a dream. She is reunited with all her old friends, the Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp), Cheshire Cat (Stephen Fry), White Rabbit (Michael Sheen), White Queen (Anne Hathaway) and the Red Queen (Helena Bonham Carter). &lt;br /&gt;The Red Queen has caused chaos and Alice must rise as the White Queen's champion and defeat the Jabberwocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great and I highly recommend watching it in 3D. Or just watching it in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7718752883020433568?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7718752883020433568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7718752883020433568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7718752883020433568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7718752883020433568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice In Wonderland'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5TmBAFDAJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/yc4mIogMclI/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5876441205614047346</id><published>2010-03-07T22:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:42:29.930Z</updated><title type='text'>A Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5Qq61WpbVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/d9eSelBBBLI/s1600-h/07032010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5Qq61WpbVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/d9eSelBBBLI/s320/07032010123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446025039640620370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new tattoo is located on my left wrist and is dedicated to my Nan and Grandad. &lt;br /&gt;Both extremely special people who are now stars in the sky and my arm.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I'm pretty sure it's my favourite out of the three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been away, I'm hoping this is the return of me blogging. Accept my apologies but it's been a very difficult time for me. Obviously I'm still grieving but I miss writing my blog and reading everyone elses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'm back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5876441205614047346?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5876441205614047346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5876441205614047346&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5876441205614047346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5876441205614047346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/star.html' title='A Star'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S5Qq61WpbVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/d9eSelBBBLI/s72-c/07032010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2124570459544697271</id><published>2010-02-16T22:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:28:01.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To The Best Lady I Have Ever Known</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S3sXdV0LEyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AknUQeNzcSU/s1600-h/Nan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S3sXdV0LEyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AknUQeNzcSU/s320/Nan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438966767819625250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nan died Friday 5th February and it was her funeral yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still numb and can't quite believe it. I've lived with her since I was a kid and it feels completely surreal that she's no longer here. My house is unbelievably quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'd descbribe my Nan is...Bubbly, sincere, kind, funny, caring, loving and loud. She had the loudest laugh that was utterly contagious and I can't believe I'll never hear it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night I was going to sleep and sat bolt up in bed because I swore I heard her calling my name. I realised I was hearing things and cried myself to sleep. I miss her so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wrote a paragraph that my Aunty read at the church and this was mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn’t think I’d ever be saying Goodbye to you Nana, I just assumed you’d always be there to give me advice and a cuddle when I needed one. You were my second Mum and best friend and I intend on making you and Grandad exceptionally proud of me because I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you. I know you’ll watch over me and I’ll miss you every day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, always your little girl, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always took my side, except when I was in the wrong (then she told me off) and now I feel like I have nobody who'll stick up for me, it's weird. I've lost two of the most important people in my life in 7 months and it hurts but I'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds...as they say, but I'll never forget and I'll never be completely healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support, it really made me smile to know so many of you were thinking about me at this sad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2124570459544697271?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2124570459544697271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2124570459544697271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2124570459544697271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2124570459544697271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/02/tribute-to-best-lady-i-have-ever-known.html' title='Tribute To The Best Lady I Have Ever Known'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S3sXdV0LEyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AknUQeNzcSU/s72-c/Nan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-626493897019676764</id><published>2010-02-07T23:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:20:14.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've not been about.&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't be around for a while to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know if you read my Blog that I've lived with my Grandparents since I was 5 and in July '09 I lost my Grandad. Then on Friday, my Nan died so accept my apologies but times are hard at present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-626493897019676764?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/626493897019676764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=626493897019676764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/626493897019676764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/626493897019676764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4169588928101727663</id><published>2010-01-28T14:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:58:08.546Z</updated><title type='text'>This Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2GkMSX3f5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qrkx8sXDj_k/s1600-h/28012010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2GkMSX3f5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qrkx8sXDj_k/s320/28012010109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431803156582858642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my hair cut shorter and a slightly different red. It's still crazily vibrant but a little different. Nobody but my hairdresser and I can tell though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said to me yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tattoos + Piercings + Crazy Hair = Sarah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about right. Obviously there's a lot more to me than that and she knows that but physically...this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downloadfestival.co.uk/home/index.aspx?ReturnUrl=%2findex.aspx"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt; tickets go on sale tomorrow to the public, but I got mine today because I subscribe. Woop, June 11 -13th, can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;Only a few bands have been announced and I can't wait to find out who else is playing. It'll be my first festival so I'm slightly excited, even though it's not for months.&lt;br /&gt;Fun times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4169588928101727663?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4169588928101727663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4169588928101727663&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4169588928101727663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4169588928101727663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is.html' title='This Is'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2GkMSX3f5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Qrkx8sXDj_k/s72-c/28012010109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7449255573725834387</id><published>2010-01-27T18:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:25:58.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2CMqEL95jI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hkgLXC-LeP0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2CMqEL95jI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hkgLXC-LeP0/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431495804915148338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list consists of things that I know I'll eventually have, (hopefully) but not for a few years and because I'm super impatient, I think about them on a daily basis and want them now...or even yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A house in Canada.     &lt;/i&gt;Reality = About 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;To be an English teacher.&lt;/i&gt;     Reality = 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt; Get married.&lt;/i&gt; Reality = I need to be engaged first so no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To live happily ever after. &lt;/i&gt; Reality = Unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now for the material stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Two more tattoos. My foot and behind my ear.&lt;br /&gt;New bag for Uni, (even though I have 5).&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Download ticket, (buying it tomorrow - woop).&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath journals.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of books. I have a list in my bedroom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm not asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7449255573725834387?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7449255573725834387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7449255573725834387&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7449255573725834387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7449255573725834387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/wishful-wednesday.html' title='Wishful Wednesday'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S2CMqEL95jI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hkgLXC-LeP0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5193521610685144642</id><published>2010-01-25T21:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:44:09.806Z</updated><title type='text'>I Got My MoJo Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S14M08sejXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NyK3e8sXmr8/s1600-h/mojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S14M08sejXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NyK3e8sXmr8/s320/mojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430792304440806770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part from this blogging thing, I haven't wrote anything creative in a while and it was really starting to annoy me. Mainly because I had no inspiration or ideas and partly because I don't have the time to sit and think for hours like I used to. I still write odd sentences in my notebook, but nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, she overcame it yesterday. &lt;s&gt;I speak in the third person and have no idea why!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scribbled three &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; pages in my notebook and what I wrote is actually pretty darn good. Yes, I'm bias but I'm happy with the outcome and forgot how much a buzz I get out of writing poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until it's finished and someone can read it. I may be brave enough and share...who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my last few grades at Uni have been amazing. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5193521610685144642?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5193521610685144642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5193521610685144642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5193521610685144642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5193521610685144642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-my-mojo-back.html' title='I Got My MoJo Back'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S14M08sejXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NyK3e8sXmr8/s72-c/mojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3085334455913034322</id><published>2010-01-23T14:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:20:12.916Z</updated><title type='text'>My Besties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sRFwuQNyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/IXwuGuIFNiM/s1600-h/SDC13741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sRFwuQNyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/IXwuGuIFNiM/s320/SDC13741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429952566401185570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, aka Chandler.&lt;br /&gt;Kim, aka Kimbo, Kimatron, Kimmie, Phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore these girls. &lt;br /&gt;We met last June when we did an access course for Uni and since September we've become really close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had girl friends, most of my mates have always been lads but these girls are the same as me and I &amp;hearts; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're loud, hilarious, crazy, spontaneous and if I need either of them, they're always there. I speak to both of them every day and we have a laugh in Uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and had a coffee last week and the people sat next to us moved because we were laughing that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah + Rach + Kimbo = Ace times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3085334455913034322?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3085334455913034322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3085334455913034322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3085334455913034322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3085334455913034322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-besties.html' title='My Besties'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sRFwuQNyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/IXwuGuIFNiM/s72-c/SDC13741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1817293964833179382</id><published>2010-01-23T14:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:50:40.197Z</updated><title type='text'>Consumed In Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sI53YBd4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/sRSca_Y8F1Y/s1600-h/romanticism_wip_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sI53YBd4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/sRSca_Y8F1Y/s320/romanticism_wip_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429943565935540098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer Above The Sea Of Fog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been hectic. It was my first week back at Uni so I had a lot to do, I'd got two assignments completed over Christmas but left my Literature anthology until this week. Stupid I know but I needed to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been immersed in Romantic poetry all week and bought myself a total of six works. Consequently I didn't only buy poetry from the romantic era, I got some contemporary anthologies that I'm loving reading too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody I spoke to on my course had started the essay anyway so I wasn't the only naughty one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Nickelback and Daughtry last Sunday. It was the third time I'd seen Nickelback and they were ace. I was told off by a supervisor at the gig for standing up during Daughtry - who sits down at a concert? I mean, seriously!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday consisted of bowling with all my Uni friends. It was good fun and I won the second game, which was easy as the rest of the people on my team (including Matt :P) were rubbish lol. I did launch the ball into the lane next to ours at one point and Rachel nearly wet herself with laughing so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I had my Phonetics exam and I'm pretty sure I aced it. I know I've definitely passed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my week, I won't leave it as long to blog next time. Apologies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1817293964833179382?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1817293964833179382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1817293964833179382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1817293964833179382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1817293964833179382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/consumed-in-poetry.html' title='Consumed In Poetry'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1sI53YBd4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/sRSca_Y8F1Y/s72-c/romanticism_wip_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4050080355405654835</id><published>2010-01-15T22:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:21:28.605Z</updated><title type='text'>I Smiled Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1D0qid88uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dZNoC6vm8x0/s1600-h/Happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1D0qid88uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dZNoC6vm8x0/s320/Happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427106562625565410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; I spent most of the day in my PJ's in bed watching TV. Major comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; I found an awesome poetry anthology. Coleridge *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; &lt;a href="http://www.grindstore.com/"&gt;Grindstore&lt;/a&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; Making fairy cakes with Harry is ace. Even though he kept dipping his finger in the icing...it was tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; Matt. He just always makes me smile. We've spent the week together and he went home today which sucked, but thinking about him makes me smile...And then I saw him this evening which brought the silly smile and fuzzy feeling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; Playing Wii with Daz and Ash is hilarious. They scream at each other! Literally, they go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; Rachel always has funny tales to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; My Mum's cousin didn't turn up...The woman annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#9786; Did I mention Matt? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed cheering up. My family had some bad news yesterday and I'm trying to handle it...&lt;b&gt;Trying&lt;/b&gt; being the operative word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4050080355405654835?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4050080355405654835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4050080355405654835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4050080355405654835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4050080355405654835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-smiled-because.html' title='I Smiled Because...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1D0qid88uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dZNoC6vm8x0/s72-c/Happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6181960692982222068</id><published>2010-01-15T15:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:09:31.816Z</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1CDiyQ1UqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-hUokQ6iyHk/s1600-h/Baby+Sarah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1CDiyQ1UqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-hUokQ6iyHk/s320/Baby+Sarah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426982184612614818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me aged 2. A whole 21 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday was Tuesday and I haven't had time to write anything since then because I've been uber busy and spent about an hour online during the last five days, so mucho apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got money, a Nintendo Wii from my brother and his gf and an awesome Tim Burton Journal (it lights up) from Matt. I kinda don't want to write in it and spoilt it because it's that cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping the day of my Birthday and bought some flat black boots with straps (emo) and a bag with studs (goth)...this is what my brother calls me anyway. I also bought two tees, one says 'I blame the parents' and the other 'No one knows I'm a lesbian' which my Mum was puzzled with lol. Obviously I'm not gay but I like biker boots, blazers and I have short hair...all the makings of a lesbian - once again, according to my brother lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Birthday was ace. We shopped a lot, laughed more and played Wii. Good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for the B'day messages!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6181960692982222068?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6181960692982222068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6181960692982222068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6181960692982222068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6181960692982222068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S1CDiyQ1UqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-hUokQ6iyHk/s72-c/Baby+Sarah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4957613631831956521</id><published>2010-01-11T23:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:32:44.911Z</updated><title type='text'>1 More Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0uyoBDcaJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yh59F68q3Zs/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0uyoBDcaJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yh59F68q3Zs/s320/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425626576645286034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11th January so there is only one more day left of me being 22.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get nostalgic and I never complain about getting older. I'm pretty sure when I leave my 20's I'll become slightly obsessed with wrinkles and not being young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait patiently for Peter Pan to fly me away to Neverland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...I'm almost 23. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4957613631831956521?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4957613631831956521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4957613631831956521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4957613631831956521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4957613631831956521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-more-day.html' title='1 More Day'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0uyoBDcaJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yh59F68q3Zs/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2695189667822004291</id><published>2010-01-10T15:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:05:28.138Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Night Of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxp1s-gcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ps-39ErOHsY/s1600-h/SDC13728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxp1s-gcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ps-39ErOHsY/s320/SDC13728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425132927237128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matt and Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpiv2L6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/wIBfhKLsr-o/s1600-h/SDC13740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpiv2L6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/wIBfhKLsr-o/s320/SDC13740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425132922148892578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Mark, Kimbo and Rach - slightly drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nx8_ub99I/AAAAAAAAAgI/mYGag10MZN0/s1600-h/SDC13688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nx8_ub99I/AAAAAAAAAgI/mYGag10MZN0/s320/SDC13688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425133256345122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harvey and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpb4viFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NaIHauCrXRU/s1600-h/SDC13730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpb4viFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NaIHauCrXRU/s320/SDC13730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425132920307157074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leann, Moi and Ash, again slightly drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpCEVX1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/yeXDGwlDLN8/s1600-h/SDC13709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxpCEVX1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/yeXDGwlDLN8/s320/SDC13709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425132913376452434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rach, me and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxosU-GvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/LhzfSW1r5bc/s1600-h/SDC13702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxosU-GvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/LhzfSW1r5bc/s320/SDC13702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425132907540650738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlie, Sarah and Leann. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 8 p.m and got home at 3:15 this morning. I think I can quite happily say...It was a pretty awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, I'm not sure what happened after about 10 o'clock. As it was my Birthday (technically not until Tuesday but you know) everyone was buying me drinks. My darling friends gave me endless shots, champagne, alcopops...and I happily drank them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing night and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Big props to all my special (and I mean SPECIAL) friends. Love them all.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Matt because it wasn't his scene but he came just for me, bless him, I love him many much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days until I'm 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2695189667822004291?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2695189667822004291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2695189667822004291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2695189667822004291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2695189667822004291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-night-of-fun.html' title='A Cold Night Of Fun'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0nxp1s-gcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ps-39ErOHsY/s72-c/SDC13728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4344482504657642023</id><published>2010-01-08T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:45:38.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0eIg8UpxOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNxjnE45ykw/s1600-h/07012010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0eIg8UpxOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNxjnE45ykw/s320/07012010103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424454375720994018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After panicking like a complete and utter crazy lady (which I do quite a lot) I did manage to get my car moving yesterday and went off to Skin Graffiti to get numero dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely loving my new tattoo and think I've found a new addiction. It means 'Obsession' in tribal and is on the inside of my wrist. It hurt more than the one I had last month on my &lt;a href="http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo.html"&gt;neck &lt;/a&gt;but it was worth it because it's pretty. It's mucho sore now too but such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weather, it's super icy and bitter cold but I'm still out partying in Liverpool tomorrow for my Birthday. I canny wait.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some absolutely gorgeous boots today and a sexy grey blazer with 3/4 length sleeves to show off my new tattoo, (yes I'm that sad). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping Matt will prop Ash and I up so we don't fall over hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4344482504657642023?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4344482504657642023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4344482504657642023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4344482504657642023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4344482504657642023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0eIg8UpxOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNxjnE45ykw/s72-c/07012010103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4829777543359295122</id><published>2010-01-06T21:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:41:28.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0UA16IOvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ylf4i8z6O4M/s1600-h/3220405588_854472ae45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0UA16IOvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ylf4i8z6O4M/s320/3220405588_854472ae45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423742252374473938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Monday I was revising like crazy for my Phonetics exam on Tuesday morning. I did that much revision my head hurt. I was being quizzed and getting everything right, able to draw and label the vowel space/places of articulation....You name it, I was able (she hopes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early on Tuesday morning all ready to *fingers crossed* &lt;b&gt;ace&lt;/b&gt; my exam only to look out the window and panic. It had snowed over night and was still falling heavily. There was 6 inches on the ground. Alas, I was determined to get to Uni and do my exam. I got in the car, my Mum brushed off all the snow (and there was lots) and I attempted to move my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reverse it into the middle of the road...And that was it. I was stuck. It would not move. I sat in it for half an hour trying to manoeuvre my way out but failed, miserably. Even Matt and Daz tried pushing but it wouldn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang Uni and was told I could resit in August but it'd mean I only got 40% and I wasn't having that when I knew I'd get a good mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way I was getting there anyway so my lovely Focus was pushed onto the drive and I came back into the house, sulking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my mates got to Uni on time and after waiting half an hour were told to go home because it had been cancelled. Thankfully. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously they were annoyed because it had taken some of them an hour to complete a 10 minute journey. But at least I'll get the chance to pass properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the same. Haven't left the house because England seems to stop with snowfall. It's madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better have disappeared tonight because I need to go and get my tattoo tomorrow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even made a snowman - I'm a loser lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4829777543359295122?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4829777543359295122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4829777543359295122&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4829777543359295122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4829777543359295122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0UA16IOvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ylf4i8z6O4M/s72-c/3220405588_854472ae45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8442346960896514639</id><published>2010-01-03T16:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:32:49.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Make Mine Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0DEaMf9KfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/D28mLnbmjjM/s1600-h/02012010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0DEaMf9KfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/D28mLnbmjjM/s320/02012010101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422549905664977394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nan has this weird idea that a cup of tea solves anything and she drinks a lot of bloody tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like coffee and never used to be much of a tea drinker but recently I've become a little bit addicted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes...that's my very own mug. My mother got me that one, a 'Drama Queen' and 'Big Spender' mug for Christmas. You'd think she was trying to tell me that I'm a bossy, dramatic shopaholic. Not that's she's incorrect hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An average brew, with three sugars, (I'm not sweet enough) as soon as I get up and I'm ready for my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why I'm talking about tea. Just felt like a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8442346960896514639?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8442346960896514639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8442346960896514639&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8442346960896514639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8442346960896514639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-mine-three.html' title='Make Mine Three'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/S0DEaMf9KfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/D28mLnbmjjM/s72-c/02012010101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2949623802330242227</id><published>2010-01-02T15:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:35:34.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr Burton...How I Love Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCM4JiJ6B2I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCM4JiJ6B2I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is out March 5th and I absolutely cannot wait. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a massive Tim Burton fan. Like stupidly obsessed and I can't wait to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton + Johnny Depp = Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2949623802330242227?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2949623802330242227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2949623802330242227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2949623802330242227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2949623802330242227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-burtonhow-i-love-thee.html' title='Mr Burton...How I Love Thee'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2651463455236862762</id><published>2010-01-01T14:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:49:51.269Z</updated><title type='text'>A Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sz4KDlhLuKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Eg2yZzH2PXQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sz4KDlhLuKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Eg2yZzH2PXQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421782058127833250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 23 on the 12th. &lt;br /&gt;I officially start counting down my Birthday just before New Year because I'm a massive child and always get excited about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lands on a Tuesday so I'm going for a meal with my family on that day but the Saturday before (9th), I'm going into town with a group of mates. Drinking, dancing, mucho laughing. Can't wait. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being the centre of attention if you hadn't already noticed, so make a big deal out of my Birthday. It's the only day that belongs to me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm really hoping a certain person will be able to make it because it won't be the same without him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...12th Jan, put it in your diaries :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy New Year (again, if I said it on the last blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2651463455236862762?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2651463455236862762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2651463455236862762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2651463455236862762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2651463455236862762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/countdown.html' title='A Countdown'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sz4KDlhLuKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Eg2yZzH2PXQ/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5798640176989038386</id><published>2009-12-31T17:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:21:34.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>So I saw this survey on &lt;a href="http://juliesj0ttings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie's Jottings&lt;/a&gt; and decided I'd give it a go. Hope she doesn't mind. It's a nice way to round off the year, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album of the year. What’s rocking your world?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's been way too many. I'm loving Paramore - Brand New Eyes, Shinedown - The Sound of Madness, Creed - Full Circle, Daughtry - Leave This Town, Theory of a Deadman - Scars and Souvenirs and 30 Seconds to Mars - This is War....so yeah, I can't pick just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s the best change you made to the place you live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my room all fitted and sexed up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When did you get your best rush of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably at Shinedown. Immense gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best packaging. Did your headphones come in a sweet case? See a bottle of tea in another country that stood off the shelves? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't believe that was a question then lol. I got an envelope a few weeks ago with my name on that was pretty special.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tea of the year. I can taste my favorite tea right now. What’s yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care, as long as there's 3 sugars lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project. What did you start this year that you’re proud of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University. It's not really a project but it's something I started and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tattoo and getting another next week. Had my crazily long brown hair cut off and dyed it bright red. Drastic but fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any because I have no will-power lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandad and I miss him every effing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What countries did you visit? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England. I haven't been anywhere this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Alkaline Trio hoody - sad but true lol. I keep going on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd July - I lost the bestest man I've ever known. Raymondo, my Grandie.&lt;br /&gt;12th November - About a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into Uni and not fucking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to list all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a dislocation. I'm always in pain though due to my illness. Nothing deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not appalled or depressed but annoyed and disappointed. A certain 'friend' who seems to have forgotten that we were best friends and that I still do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, shoes, &lt;s&gt;petrol&lt;/s&gt;, bags, gig tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Wicked in London. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinedown - Call Me....I don't do conventional music lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More loving and less fighting. Yep. Told people who mattered, that they meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-thinking and spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How will you be spending Christmas / Hanukkah?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already had it with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in 2009?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell over in Asda and wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you fall in love in 2009?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many one-night stands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One but let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your favorite TV programme?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read way too many to remember what was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't discovered anyone new whom I adore. Just the same stuff with new albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy, a permanent smile and gorgeous purple shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you want and not get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get what I want. I'm spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hope everyone has a very Happy New Year and I shall catch you all in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5798640176989038386?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5798640176989038386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5798640176989038386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5798640176989038386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5798640176989038386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5005243950006079357</id><published>2009-12-28T23:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:38:17.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Quite Frankly Old Boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szk-HdLglcI/AAAAAAAAAew/A28QCVuUT_0/s1600-h/RDJ+Sherlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szk-HdLglcI/AAAAAAAAAew/A28QCVuUT_0/s320/RDJ+Sherlock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420431924330010050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szk-cFWK1YI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kplfg8amciQ/s1600-h/12ae_feature_forweb2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szk-cFWK1YI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kplfg8amciQ/s320/12ae_feature_forweb2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420432278709523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherlock Holmes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr - Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law - Watson.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel McAdams - Adler.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Strong - Lord Blackwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Guy Ritchie because this film is absolutely awesome. &lt;br /&gt;For me, it's been eagerly anticipated for months and when I found out the release date I did a little dance. &lt;br /&gt;I've been a massive fan of Mr Downey Jr since Ally McBeal (back in the day) and knew he'd take on Sherlock pretty well. But he was immense. The accent - OH MY GAWD, fit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the film. &lt;br /&gt;It's action packed from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;Holmes and Dr Watson 'successfully' capture Lord Blackwood, a sorcerer/murderer. It's supposedly Watson's last case until it's revealed that Blackwood has returned from the grave and plans to kill more people, so obviously Watson has to assist Holmes. They have to unravel the mystery surrounding Blackwood and his 'magic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally worth a watch. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;10/10 and I'm not even being bias....well maybe a little :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5005243950006079357?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5005243950006079357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5005243950006079357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5005243950006079357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5005243950006079357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/quite-frankly-old-boy.html' title='Quite Frankly Old Boy....'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szk-HdLglcI/AAAAAAAAAew/A28QCVuUT_0/s72-c/RDJ+Sherlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3571341292319571940</id><published>2009-12-27T14:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:04:43.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic...Me? No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szd0-lUUjGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-HAYgx8hgng/s1600-h/3825~National-Sarcasm-Society-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szd0-lUUjGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-HAYgx8hgng/s320/3825~National-Sarcasm-Society-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419929295081737314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the lowest form of wit.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;According to my wise Nan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it's not is it? Most of my sarcastic comments get a laugh, especially when my brother is around and I'm tormenting my Mum. But bless her heart, she sometimes thinks I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often to serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sarcasm and Sarah go hand in hand. If you hate satirical comments, you won't like me. But you've probably already noticed that and love me for it :P (she hopes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never evil with my sardonic remarks, it's always fun and people who know me, know I'd never be intentionally cruel. I'm just not that kind of person. I tend to make a joke out of things, especially if it's regarding my feelings or if I'm being complimented. I laugh it off with a stupid statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I'm making this observation of my sarcasm is because Matt said today...&lt;i&gt;I would say sarcasm doesn't suit you but that would be a lie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking...should I stop with the satire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell no!&lt;/b&gt; I wouldn't be able to if you paid me. &lt;br /&gt;You either like me or hate me. I don't give a shit either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3571341292319571940?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3571341292319571940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3571341292319571940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3571341292319571940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3571341292319571940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarcasticme-no.html' title='Sarcastic...Me? No!'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Szd0-lUUjGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-HAYgx8hgng/s72-c/3825~National-Sarcasm-Society-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1183780582807708802</id><published>2009-12-26T15:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:43:52.740Z</updated><title type='text'>That Boy</title><content type='html'>Yo guys and gals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I never ask y'all for much but go do me a favour and check out &lt;a href="http://arcanecurious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt's Blog&lt;/a&gt; Arcane Curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1183780582807708802?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1183780582807708802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1183780582807708802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1183780582807708802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1183780582807708802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-boy.html' title='That Boy'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7647469931052587092</id><published>2009-12-26T15:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:29:02.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SzYp3qKAuxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tSsQtH5RFDU/s1600-h/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SzYp3qKAuxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tSsQtH5RFDU/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419565237772794642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late as always but do forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow wasn't a special occasion for my family because it was the first one without my Grandad. I haven't been looking forward to it and the days leading up to it have practically killed me. &lt;br /&gt;But yesterday came and although we had a laugh and a great time, when it came to night time and I went to bed the only thing I could think about was my Grandad. It wasn't the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I know how Scrooge-like this sounds - but I'm glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and OMFG my Mum can cook. My dindins was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7647469931052587092?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7647469931052587092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7647469931052587092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7647469931052587092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7647469931052587092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SzYp3qKAuxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tSsQtH5RFDU/s72-c/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7788242302088229482</id><published>2009-12-19T23:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:12:38.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GrTf83ZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/h2rihANqovY/s1600-h/SDC13631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GrTf83ZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/h2rihANqovY/s320/SDC13631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767324020956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Me, Carl, Mark, Leann, Jen, Rach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_Giwqrf1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/efKwe--eQLQ/s1600-h/SDC13641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_Giwqrf1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/efKwe--eQLQ/s320/SDC13641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767177231761234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carlos and Moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GikkEeAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3GVWWPFsRmU/s1600-h/SDC13642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GikkEeAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3GVWWPFsRmU/s320/SDC13642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767173982812162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel &amp; Jen rockin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GiYj-OZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3cDnc4D7K9Y/s1600-h/SDC13654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GiYj-OZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3cDnc4D7K9Y/s320/SDC13654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767170761177490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GhlIB7nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9k5pJ4xRXsY/s1600-h/SDC13657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GhlIB7nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9k5pJ4xRXsY/s320/SDC13657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767156953771634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen, Carl and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GhWooNXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/z6nqJ6Bnk8U/s1600-h/SDC13658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GhWooNXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/z6nqJ6Bnk8U/s320/SDC13658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767153063966066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carl, Me and Leann. I don't do normal pics!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night consisted of myself, Rachel, Jen, Leann, Carl and Mark heading into Liverpool for our Uni Christmas piss-up. There was loads more supposedly coming but it ended up just us six. Not that we needed anyone else because we had an ace time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced like crazy people, had lipstick-printed cheeks (well, Leann, Carl and I did), drank a lot, sang more and laughed uncontrollably. It was mucho fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all going on for my Birthday next month, can't wait. If it was anything like Friday, it'll be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7788242302088229482?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7788242302088229482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7788242302088229482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7788242302088229482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7788242302088229482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-night-out.html' title='Christmas Night Out'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy_GrTf83ZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/h2rihANqovY/s72-c/SDC13631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7769697239428879986</id><published>2009-12-19T23:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:50:34.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy1mnVifKYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QfngS1mI0XI/s1600-h/19122009091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy1mnVifKYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QfngS1mI0XI/s320/19122009091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417098752779299202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it Wednesay.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7769697239428879986?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7769697239428879986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7769697239428879986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7769697239428879986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7769697239428879986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sy1mnVifKYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QfngS1mI0XI/s72-c/19122009091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-3497344375201929876</id><published>2009-12-14T20:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:38:41.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Musically Psychic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyafqCRvhpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yDcoXemRGjA/s1600-h/Music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyafqCRvhpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yDcoXemRGjA/s320/Music.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415191146474210962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said &lt;b&gt;psychic&lt;/b&gt;, although after reading this you may think I'm psychotic. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's not like I believe it but get onto this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I can spend the whole day apart, not see each other, be in contact, nothing...and when we finally are in the same room, we end up singing the most random song ever and neither of us know why. Last week, I'd been singing 'You are my sunshine', all day at Uni and came home and so had he.&lt;br /&gt;It happens quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Matt and he put my &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;powers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; to the test today. I was driving to put a deposit down on my tattoo (yes I've picked it but I shall reveal all at a later date), and he said that he was going to sing a song in his head and I had to tell him what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed it off and told him I couldn't concentrate because I was driving and my mind skills only worked when I was looking at him...Of course I was talking complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour passed, I forgot all about our conversation, we were eating tea and out of nowhere I started singing, 'Where are you?', a line from &lt;i&gt;Blink 182 - I Miss You &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what ladies and gentlemen....that was the song my darling boy had been singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm immense. Anyone want me to look into the future for them? &lt;br /&gt;Ha I know I'm an idiot. I just found it a bit cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-3497344375201929876?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3497344375201929876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=3497344375201929876&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3497344375201929876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/3497344375201929876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/musically-psychic.html' title='Musically Psychic'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyafqCRvhpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yDcoXemRGjA/s72-c/Music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-165033116314962887</id><published>2009-12-12T23:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:26:33.647Z</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyQk1fPH2GI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zApyyQk9qSo/s1600-h/2248872860_7a342cb2f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyQk1fPH2GI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zApyyQk9qSo/s320/2248872860_7a342cb2f7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414493153342773346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I say '&lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;' waaaaaaaaay too much. I use it as a question, when I'm shocked, when describing something. I must say it at least 15 times a day and I've only just noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Scouser, I use 'You know what I mean?' at the end of certain sentences too...not in excess like some do though. And I say 'Ye wha?' quite a lot too. Mainly because I'm not listening and catch parts of a conversation and need to know the rest. I shall improve my listening skills :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my favourite word, my favourite words are 'chaos', 'hectic', 'oxymoron' and 'omnipotent'. I have no idea why I like them, I just do. I'm an extremely strange woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite word or saying you over-use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-165033116314962887?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/165033116314962887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=165033116314962887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/165033116314962887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/165033116314962887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyQk1fPH2GI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zApyyQk9qSo/s72-c/2248872860_7a342cb2f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1570524690038770355</id><published>2009-12-10T20:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:47:11.033Z</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, Revised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyAnj4TCrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-cFY0d0dYCg/s1600-h/thinking+of+u.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyAnj4TCrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-cFY0d0dYCg/s320/thinking+of+u.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413370249460494034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I wrote a blog about &lt;a href="http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-makes-man.html"&gt;boys&lt;/a&gt; and the type I usually go for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I was thinking about that post today and realised that everything I said were about how he looks. It's not the case! I'm not that superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to be attracted to the boy but what I want is...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts; to be told I'm beautiful when I have no make-up on and I'm wearing my PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to be told I'm beautiful when I look acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; for him to look me in the eyes and it give me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to fall asleep in his arms and wake up the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to count the minutes until I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to be able to have a serious conversation but do the silly stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; for him to accept me the way I am, random-craziness included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to know he'd drop absolutely anything if I needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; a smile to appear on my face just by thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; to be &lt;i&gt;stupidly, crazily, head over heels in love!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not too much to ask for is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1570524690038770355?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1570524690038770355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1570524690038770355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1570524690038770355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1570524690038770355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-revised.html' title='The Boy, Revised'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SyAnj4TCrtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-cFY0d0dYCg/s72-c/thinking+of+u.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-9029722955896198516</id><published>2009-12-06T22:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:02:49.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxw1qBQGaSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pruicVqji9s/s1600-h/gift_surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxw1qBQGaSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pruicVqji9s/s320/gift_surprise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412259848199235874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm a lover of surprises! Absolutely adore them. They make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a &lt;b&gt;LIE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the record, (and you know this is aimed at you, MATT,) I like to know things. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Christmas and I don't get that excited about it anymore because I'm now, unfortunately an adult. I get presents from my family and my Mum usually asks me what I want and then gets me random little surprises, which I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a certain boy, I won't mention any names here, but it's a few lines up. Yes him....is talking presents and keeps giving away certain details but not enough. I'd quite like to know now please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like surprises, if it's completely spontaneous and out of the blue. Romantic spontaneity is my all-time favourite...but he's giving me ideas and it's not even funny. He keeps telling me little snippets of information. I want to know the whole bloody thing. Grr! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Matt, sweetheart....*I'm smiling here* Just tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-9029722955896198516?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9029722955896198516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=9029722955896198516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9029722955896198516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9029722955896198516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxw1qBQGaSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pruicVqji9s/s72-c/gift_surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5032690352050130212</id><published>2009-12-04T18:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:55:23.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr Butler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYh-39QZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/M-yPwGt36nk/s1600-h/1law_abiding_citizen_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYh-39QZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/M-yPwGt36nk/s320/1law_abiding_citizen_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411453768098988434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYhop57CI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QAsSYTKohpk/s1600-h/law.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYhop57CI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QAsSYTKohpk/s320/law.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411453762134469666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYhcVEfuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/usrdjhG5nho/s1600-h/gerard-butler-as-clyde-shelton-in-law-abiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYhcVEfuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/usrdjhG5nho/s320/gerard-butler-as-clyde-shelton-in-law-abiding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411453758825856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Law Abiding Citizen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Matt and I went and watched that last night. I saw a trailer for it months ago and anticipated the release and it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based around Clyde Shelton (Gerard Butler) who, 10 years after his wife and child are brutally murdered seeks revenge on those involved. He ends up in prison but still manages to kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked it. It's very gory and I was hiding behind my hands at certain points. &lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't hide when Mr Butler got naked. That was quite possibly the highlight of the film for me :P &lt;br /&gt;What can I say? He's gorgeous! Just look at that back....*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5032690352050130212?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5032690352050130212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5032690352050130212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5032690352050130212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5032690352050130212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-mr-butler.html' title='Hello Mr Butler'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxlYh-39QZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/M-yPwGt36nk/s72-c/1law_abiding_citizen_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7067320153663712580</id><published>2009-12-03T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:54:35.971Z</updated><title type='text'>Which Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxBGKdC8b3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_OCWXwuLj0A/s1600/xray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxBGKdC8b3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_OCWXwuLj0A/s320/xray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408900297881579378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live by your &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; or your &lt;i&gt;head&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching something on TV the other day and the guy said &lt;i&gt;'I only ever listen to my heart. My head doesn't come in to the decision making.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that quite liberating because I tend to do the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;I usually think about things too much but in my heart I know what needs to be done. I'd probably describe myself as a thinker, and I tend to overthink things but in the end my heart is the only one I follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I've chosen the wrong way, I get a strange, empty feeling and have to retrace my steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the heart though, it has to be. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a hopeless romantic so it's the only way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7067320153663712580?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7067320153663712580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7067320153663712580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7067320153663712580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7067320153663712580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/which-way.html' title='Which Way...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxBGKdC8b3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_OCWXwuLj0A/s72-c/xray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-9115292036070557924</id><published>2009-12-03T16:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:21:23.637Z</updated><title type='text'>The Tenant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxfk7U9nLUI/AAAAAAAAAco/ovgojHHb8oQ/s1600-h/9780140434743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxfk7U9nLUI/AAAAAAAAAco/ovgojHHb8oQ/s320/9780140434743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411045185199484226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tenant of Wildfell Hall&lt;/b&gt; by Anne Bronte has been keeping me occupied this week. My assignment is due in tomorrow and because I'm an extremely naughty girl I've only just finised it. A critical analysis regarding the possibility of salvation...I mean who thinks up these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm officially finished and shall commence with blogging about important things now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going the cinema later yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-9115292036070557924?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9115292036070557924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=9115292036070557924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9115292036070557924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9115292036070557924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/tenant.html' title='The Tenant...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sxfk7U9nLUI/AAAAAAAAAco/ovgojHHb8oQ/s72-c/9780140434743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1044448460991586489</id><published>2009-11-28T14:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:56:59.745Z</updated><title type='text'>They're Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCp6X38OI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KDXf4wnmjbw/s1600/Pg-60-Skrtel-getty_86286t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCp6X38OI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KDXf4wnmjbw/s320/Pg-60-Skrtel-getty_86286t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409177915260137698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCp92sbCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IJ86bXPxbx4/s1600/david-beckham-tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCp92sbCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IJ86bXPxbx4/s320/david-beckham-tattoos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409177916194712610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCpk30Y0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NI7q4hYgFIs/s1600/M+Shadows+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCpk30Y0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NI7q4hYgFIs/s320/M+Shadows+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409177909488542530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved men with tattoos. I have absolutely no idea why but they're just hot. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not into the whole body being covered. &lt;br /&gt;I do like the odd tat and I like sleeves but nothing over the top.&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo on the inside of the forearm is extremely nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm blogging about tattoos is because I'm getting one. I still can't decide what I'm having but it's going on the back of my neck. I've been going on for months about it and I'm finally getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to come with me and hold my hand? Please! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1044448460991586489?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1044448460991586489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1044448460991586489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1044448460991586489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1044448460991586489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/theyre-sexy.html' title='They&apos;re Sexy'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxFCp6X38OI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KDXf4wnmjbw/s72-c/Pg-60-Skrtel-getty_86286t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-9124127886078988514</id><published>2009-11-27T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:31:59.429Z</updated><title type='text'>Does It Matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxA9PHq1hAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v6rueYDUcDk/s1600/singforyourlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxA9PHq1hAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v6rueYDUcDk/s320/singforyourlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408890482438013954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age&lt;/b&gt; I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...regarding relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Step-Daddio is 13 years older than my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;My Nan was 11 years older than my Grandad.&lt;br /&gt;And they work(ed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been with a man who was the same age as me. They've always been up to 2 or 10 years older. And they clearly never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does age matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think it has a factor, but only if it's a massive difference. &lt;br /&gt;Like a 50 year old guy from Uni asked me to go on a date with him last week. &lt;br /&gt;I'm 22. &lt;br /&gt;He has wrinkles. &lt;br /&gt;The answer was obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A younger guy perhaps? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-9124127886078988514?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9124127886078988514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=9124127886078988514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9124127886078988514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/9124127886078988514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-it-matter.html' title='Does It Matter?'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SxA9PHq1hAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/v6rueYDUcDk/s72-c/singforyourlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5138719803090797869</id><published>2009-11-27T00:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:38:16.112Z</updated><title type='text'>Five Finger Death Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eKdkkW3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/HerK0i8zMrM/s1600/26112009073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eKdkkW3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/HerK0i8zMrM/s320/26112009073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408574842580786034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eKNJf__I/AAAAAAAAAaw/svVHuLSZy7w/s1600/26112009072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eKNJf__I/AAAAAAAAAaw/svVHuLSZy7w/s320/26112009072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408574838172286962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eJq7MC0I/AAAAAAAAAao/3EEJ_hhW1Ko/s1600/26112009071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eJq7MC0I/AAAAAAAAAao/3EEJ_hhW1Ko/s320/26112009071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408574828985453378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my evening consisted of a gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Finger Death Punch&lt;/b&gt; entertained Matt and I this evening. &lt;br /&gt;I do believe I've never experienced anything like it before. &lt;br /&gt;It was fucking awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, every gig I've been to has been amazing but this was totally crazy. &lt;br /&gt;At one point people were knocking shit out of each other by the bands request. I stayed out of the way for that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude can sing! I think I love him lol.&lt;br /&gt;Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;I had a cool night, I'm pretty sure Matt did too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5138719803090797869?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5138719803090797869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5138719803090797869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5138719803090797869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5138719803090797869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-finger-death-punch.html' title='Five Finger Death Punch'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8eKdkkW3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/HerK0i8zMrM/s72-c/26112009073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6836585971320230920</id><published>2009-11-26T15:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:51:00.493Z</updated><title type='text'>flickr Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jke4LNbI/AAAAAAAAAag/xoldQLoBQgU/s1600/hearttree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jke4LNbI/AAAAAAAAAag/xoldQLoBQgU/s320/hearttree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408440049677841842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jkGWNuqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YZnopjLFyXo/s1600/emolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jkGWNuqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YZnopjLFyXo/s320/emolove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408440043092949666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jjwWbTRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fu1pyEMeudY/s1600/lessonsinlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jjwWbTRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fu1pyEMeudY/s320/lessonsinlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408440037188259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice a theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6836585971320230920?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6836585971320230920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6836585971320230920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6836585971320230920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6836585971320230920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/flickr-love.html' title='flickr Love'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw6jke4LNbI/AAAAAAAAAag/xoldQLoBQgU/s72-c/hearttree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1852046754600619325</id><published>2009-11-26T01:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:35:44.768Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Worth It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw3Zl2A5UUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QhESrWd6v9M/s1600/roseletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw3Zl2A5UUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QhESrWd6v9M/s320/roseletter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408217971719491906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear AP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made the last few days worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;You always make me smile. &lt;i&gt;(I'm smiling now)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world almost collapsed over the weekend and you pulled me through it, I don't know how you did, but thank you. You were willing to stand by me when nobody else would. I won't forget that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy just thinking about you. You're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;What I wrote on my hand is embedded in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1852046754600619325?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1852046754600619325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1852046754600619325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1852046754600619325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1852046754600619325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-worth-it.html' title='It&apos;s Worth It'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw3Zl2A5UUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QhESrWd6v9M/s72-c/roseletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8217736133610965729</id><published>2009-11-25T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:43:39.182Z</updated><title type='text'>The Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw141UlAMRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pdIcDjS7cXg/s1600/SDC13532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw141UlAMRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pdIcDjS7cXg/s320/SDC13532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111584994144530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was me about 3 weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw141HZraJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/W55RC_TYQw8/s1600/Sarah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw141HZraJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/W55RC_TYQw8/s320/Sarah1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111581456984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was 17 here and that's pretty close to my natural colour with a few highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14jdPjQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Q-QTfWbHiCg/s1600/SNV31118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14jdPjQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Q-QTfWbHiCg/s320/SNV31118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111278082442050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19 and red for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14i9MihuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fifnqa-nM-s/s1600/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14i9MihuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fifnqa-nM-s/s320/Photo-0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111269479876322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14ihOBEdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QO2VU99W7SI/s1600/SDC12816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14ihOBEdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QO2VU99W7SI/s320/SDC12816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111261969879506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then longer and a lot darker. I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14iVn_iLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SfalC0j5Zmc/s1600/CNV00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14iVn_iLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SfalC0j5Zmc/s320/CNV00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111258857605298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14iBU4aqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zcgeVgDMFBE/s1600/25112009059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw14iBU4aqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zcgeVgDMFBE/s320/25112009059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408111253408737954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this is me. Short, red, hot lol! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised a few weeks ago that I'd post pics of when I was blonde and I've finally got the courage to show y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my many hairstyles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it long but love it more now. It's much easier to handle and I can get out of bed and walk out the door because the 'messy' look suits me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans, black nails, messy red hair - that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Don't judge the blonde, I know it's bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8217736133610965729?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8217736133610965729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8217736133610965729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8217736133610965729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8217736133610965729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair.html' title='The Hair'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw141UlAMRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pdIcDjS7cXg/s72-c/SDC13532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1707243934607831494</id><published>2009-11-25T17:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:33:23.448Z</updated><title type='text'>An Idiot Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;things that made me smile today....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; My Nan falling asleep eating a cookie and waking up with melted chocolate on her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Putting on a new top and looking pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Every text I've got from Matt; he's too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Buying some very cute boot/slipper things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Receiving a random compliment from a guy at Subway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Singing to Alter Bridge in my car and realising the old people in the car next to me thought I'd gone mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Lying on the sofa and reading most of the day. It doesn't get much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1707243934607831494?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1707243934607831494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1707243934607831494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1707243934607831494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1707243934607831494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/idiot-smile.html' title='An Idiot Smile'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2688898599933907150</id><published>2009-11-24T16:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:38:59.425Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwwJLv3W0wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GwD0Wab9ars/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwwJLv3W0wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GwD0Wab9ars/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407707349996983042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I could pack up all my things and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had one of those weekends that I wouldn't go through again if someone paid me. It was horrific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, it started off pretty good and then by 11pm Saturday, it all kicked off. My brother seriously shouldn't drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy drunk. He's a voilent psychopath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, his best mate kissed my forehead and told my brother he liked me. My brother saw red and totally kicked off....and now him and my Mum aren't speaking to me at all, (my Mum always takes his side no matter what).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd done something wrong. I seriously need someone to tell me that I haven't because I feel like complete shit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just want to get away. They don't understand how much they're making me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2688898599933907150?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2688898599933907150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2688898599933907150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2688898599933907150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2688898599933907150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwwJLv3W0wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GwD0Wab9ars/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-7600069436775907202</id><published>2009-11-20T19:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:43:49.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwbvI24v7kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/f-rJbNhYT-Q/s1600/20112009038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwbvI24v7kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/f-rJbNhYT-Q/s320/20112009038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406271338156387906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my Literature lecture today and was whistled at. I had Kev (50 year old friend) staring at me throughout the lecture, he called me a 'sexy vamp', my other friend said I looked 'hot' and I was getting quite a lot of attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new lipstick was well worth £10.99, it made an impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence was boosted to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look how well it matches my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in with my Nan this evening and got a party tomorrow night. Might go to the cinema on Sunday - I hate sitting in on my own, I over-think things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got compliments, they always help :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-7600069436775907202?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7600069436775907202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=7600069436775907202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7600069436775907202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/7600069436775907202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/vamp.html' title='Vamp?'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwbvI24v7kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/f-rJbNhYT-Q/s72-c/20112009038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5088833039601946569</id><published>2009-11-19T20:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:04:06.115Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwWxyM8wbMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-tedLYzWViw/s1600/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwWxyM8wbMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-tedLYzWViw/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405922403755781314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I told you that Chris and I had broken up. &lt;br /&gt;Well we got back together and tried to make it work but now we're officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard. In my heart I knew it was over but I couldn't say it. I couldn't imagine him not being a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he brought my stuff over, asked if we could be friends, hugged me and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cried. Does that make me heartless? I don't even know what I feel. Shock? Devastation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shutting up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5088833039601946569?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5088833039601946569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5088833039601946569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5088833039601946569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5088833039601946569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwWxyM8wbMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-tedLYzWViw/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-2351543554774213077</id><published>2009-11-17T21:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:59:09.218Z</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwMbrOkLSlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9yHILPlRq1I/s1600/underweather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwMbrOkLSlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9yHILPlRq1I/s320/underweather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405194407232883282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too close to my brother's friend last week who had the flu and because I'd had my flu jab, I thought I was invincible. Funny how it doesn't work like that, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend consisted of banging headaches, sore ears, terrible cough that wouldn't stop, running nose and achy joints (not like I don't have achy joints on a daily basis anyway). It wasn't much fun, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit better today but have a completely dodgy hip and need the joint to be manipulated back in tomorrow otherwise I'll be once again bopping around on my sexy pink crutches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not writing in a while, sincerest apologies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-2351543554774213077?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2351543554774213077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=2351543554774213077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2351543554774213077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/2351543554774213077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-weather.html' title='Under The Weather'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SwMbrOkLSlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9yHILPlRq1I/s72-c/underweather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5592629871723871105</id><published>2009-11-11T23:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:33:15.566Z</updated><title type='text'>A Love Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvtIxOaviZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/F6EP-Ai4ZOk/s1600-h/kopparberg_mixed_cider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvtIxOaviZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/F6EP-Ai4ZOk/s320/kopparberg_mixed_cider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402992188482095506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't be writing this considering I'm a little smashed but it's been a few days and I have a new frieend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's CIDER! Hello, my love. How I adore thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually the alcohol type but decided to have a tipple this evening and I quite enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall now strictly be a weekend thing. I promise lol. You don't have to worry that I'll turn into an alcoholic or anything....I am a student afterall, it's allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kopparberg, Mixed Fruit is just like a fizzy juice, tis mucho nice.And I've only had 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5592629871723871105?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5592629871723871105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5592629871723871105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5592629871723871105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5592629871723871105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-affair.html' title='A Love Affair'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvtIxOaviZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/F6EP-Ai4ZOk/s72-c/kopparberg_mixed_cider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8052074608913283298</id><published>2009-11-07T18:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:22:49.377Z</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;Call Me - Shinedown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2cUknGcnA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_2cUknGcnA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I saw Shinedown live on Wednesday I've woke up every day with this song in my head. Obviously, I'd heard it before Wednesday but when it was sang live, I loved it even more. &lt;br /&gt;Last night on my way back from the pub, I listened to it four times over on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it, so thought I'd share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8052074608913283298?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8052074608913283298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8052074608913283298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8052074608913283298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8052074608913283298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-song.html' title='This Is A Song...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8393900525580956824</id><published>2009-11-05T16:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:32:11.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Redhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL9WSIgYhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/luKokMHbw2k/s1600-h/05112009020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL9WSIgYhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/luKokMHbw2k/s320/05112009020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657462437110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL9WKEWmrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-wzLtKZTACU/s1600-h/05112009024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL9WKEWmrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-wzLtKZTACU/s320/05112009024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657460272208562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just spent 3 hours in the hairdressers and walked away feeling extremely cool. &lt;br /&gt;My sexy black hair was stripped which took an hour, my hair went ginger...Yes, I was a ginger ninja for 10 whole minutes. Then the sexy red was put on. &lt;br /&gt;I had my hair cut and messed up and I'm in total love. &lt;br /&gt;I've looked in the mirror every 5 minutes because I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am so a rocker now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8393900525580956824?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8393900525580956824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8393900525580956824&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8393900525580956824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8393900525580956824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/redhead.html' title='Redhead'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL9WSIgYhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/luKokMHbw2k/s72-c/05112009020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-4255226303229465769</id><published>2009-11-05T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:27:20.594Z</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70qtmcQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Tl08A5hkl5k/s1600-h/04112009013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70qtmcQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Tl08A5hkl5k/s320/04112009013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400655785407967490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70d19sJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3zonokM0hZk/s1600-h/04112009007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70d19sJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3zonokM0hZk/s320/04112009007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400655781953384594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70GFTCII/AAAAAAAAAWw/Zp84sJ12k0M/s1600-h/04112009018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70GFTCII/AAAAAAAAAWw/Zp84sJ12k0M/s320/04112009018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400655775575246978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL7z3lZz_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/D8zEn2WtlUM/s1600-h/04112009017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL7z3lZz_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/D8zEn2WtlUM/s320/04112009017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400655771683377138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Shinedown last night!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Chris and I all rocked out with Shinedown. It was an awesome gig. I have no voice today because I always go a little crazy. &lt;br /&gt;My Shinedown tee is ace. The band rocked. They didn't sing 'I Dare You' which I was a bit pissed at but put it on in the car and headbanged my way home lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I always feel like a rebel after I've been to a concert. Driving home, I was giving the V sign to speed cameras. I'm an odd lady :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was mucho fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-4255226303229465769?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4255226303229465769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=4255226303229465769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4255226303229465769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/4255226303229465769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/sound-of-madness.html' title='The Sound of Madness'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvL70qtmcQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Tl08A5hkl5k/s72-c/04112009013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-1903535726040277146</id><published>2009-11-03T23:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:44:31.291Z</updated><title type='text'>Love The Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvC_pbnB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FLRSjc-N1DI/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvC_pbnB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FLRSjc-N1DI/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400026671724221842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lay in bed, all cosy, watching a DVD and just turned the sound down because I heard a noise outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now sat in front of my window, the lights out and just watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rain makes me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw thanks for all the well wishes from my previous post, I'm feeling a lot less melancholic. Still in pain but the smile is back!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-1903535726040277146?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1903535726040277146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=1903535726040277146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1903535726040277146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/1903535726040277146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-sound.html' title='Love The Sound'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvC_pbnB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FLRSjc-N1DI/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5376983410103490733</id><published>2009-11-03T19:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:23:52.399Z</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvCA76ndyOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mImqyrlF0rY/s1600-h/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvCA76ndyOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mImqyrlF0rY/s320/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399957720052648162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts; really need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; wish he'd just tell me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; want the pain to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; want my Mum to stop worrying about my health, I'm fine. Kinda. Well I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; stayed in bed alone and hated it. I had no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; really miss my Grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; have crazy boyish hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; ate too much chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; realised my best friend no longer knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; wished it was tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5376983410103490733?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5376983410103490733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5376983410103490733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5376983410103490733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5376983410103490733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SvCA76ndyOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mImqyrlF0rY/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-357611012254096115</id><published>2009-11-02T14:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:47:58.680Z</updated><title type='text'>He's Two! He's Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Su7ucnGRwlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/veyMg3E5Mro/s1600-h/31102009001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Su7ucnGRwlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/veyMg3E5Mro/s320/31102009001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399515178562863698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't believe I've introduced you to this little guy but this is Ethan and he's 2 today!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Su7ucbrc5xI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hxxARjUvQHo/s1600-h/Photo0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Su7ucbrc5xI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hxxARjUvQHo/s320/Photo0080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399515175497557778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;And Harry is 4 today!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Happy Birthday my two lil dudes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is Mike and Emma's lil guy and Saturday was the first time I'd met him. When I hang out with M &amp; E it's usually of an evening so he's already in bed. But Saturday they threw a Halloween/Birthday party for Ethan and I went along. &lt;br /&gt;I swear he is the most well-behaved kid I've ever met. And Mike is teaching him well because he already listens to some very cool music. His iteddy is pure rock and he bops along to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm not doing that great. The cold weather is playing havoc with my poor bones...&lt;i&gt;(if you read my blog you'll know I have a stupid illness regarding my joints)&lt;/i&gt; I'm walking like I'm 90, or should I say limping, I can't lift things and I've spent the day in bed. Off to the doctors again tomorrow - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-357611012254096115?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/357611012254096115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=357611012254096115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/357611012254096115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/357611012254096115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-two-hes-four.html' title='He&apos;s Two! He&apos;s Four!'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Su7ucnGRwlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/veyMg3E5Mro/s72-c/31102009001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-5165361845381075495</id><published>2009-10-29T18:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:33:11.558Z</updated><title type='text'>All Red</title><content type='html'>Thursday 5th November....The Girl of Make Believe will no longer have black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years since I was a red head and I'm finally going back. I've wanted it for weeks now but I need my colour stripped, hair cut and dyed which will cost a small fortune but it is happening next week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm apparently going to be in my hairdressers for around 4 hours. It'll all be worth it and of course, there shall be pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-5165361845381075495?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5165361845381075495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=5165361845381075495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5165361845381075495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/5165361845381075495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-red.html' title='All Red'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-855035581451690952</id><published>2009-10-27T21:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:05:22.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Mum, I Lovers You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SudsoFy8E8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/E9vdrvk0tcU/s1600-h/SNV30323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SudsoFy8E8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/E9vdrvk0tcU/s320/SNV30323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397402114433225666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Last Christmas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudsnwwh0II/AAAAAAAAAV4/20QezHZKrM0/s1600-h/Mum+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudsnwwh0II/AAAAAAAAAV4/20QezHZKrM0/s320/Mum+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397402108785971330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Aged 22 in Spain! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudsnk-P2iI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_O2yTOBP700/s1600-h/Mummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudsnk-P2iI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_O2yTOBP700/s320/Mummy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397402105622288930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;17 and a poser. I know who I take after.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has had a huge operation today so I wanted to wish her the best with the recovery. It's going to take a couple of months until she's back on her feet properly but the surgery went well and hopefully she'll be home very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping the best wishes will disguise the fact that I posted them pics of her hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots Mum, get well soon. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-855035581451690952?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/855035581451690952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=855035581451690952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/855035581451690952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/855035581451690952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/mum-i-lovers-you.html' title='Mum, I Lovers You'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SudsoFy8E8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/E9vdrvk0tcU/s72-c/SNV30323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-6047937030995794414</id><published>2009-10-27T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:51:46.836Z</updated><title type='text'>A Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudq3u0FPNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rqRytspw2-I/s1600-h/SorryFlourescent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudq3u0FPNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rqRytspw2-I/s320/SorryFlourescent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397400184118656210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have abandoned you for a week and I sincerely apologise. I'm not great with emotional stuff but honestly, I am very sorry. I won't happen again *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been keeping me so busy, you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to tell you the truth, there hasn't been much. I've had assignments due in, hanging out with friends and basically lounging about. I haven't really been online that much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-6047937030995794414?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6047937030995794414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=6047937030995794414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6047937030995794414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/6047937030995794414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/week.html' title='A Week'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sudq3u0FPNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rqRytspw2-I/s72-c/SorryFlourescent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8390915613750893769</id><published>2009-10-20T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:00:03.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/St4upfvEwTI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sZ0Ffo8CHzY/s1600-h/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/St4upfvEwTI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sZ0Ffo8CHzY/s320/gossip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394800694064890162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Study Skills...What is the point? It's the most pointless module in the entire world. &lt;i&gt;Yes I do exaggerate&lt;/i&gt;. But it's shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 30 students in the class and our table of ten is productive, questioning, loud but pretty considerate. We get the work done, discuss it because that's what seminars are all about and feedback. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe three of us (I'm included) have opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, the other students in our class seemed pissed that we answered all of the questions. It's not like we shouted out or did it deliberately but nobody else would bloody speak. They tutted and mumbled under their breath and I would have happily punched the red-haired one who was bitching about me then caught my eye and pretended she wasn't saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody but myself left after class, two girls stayed behind and 'made a complaint' to the tutor about us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we're all adults, if anyone has a problem why don't they bring it up with the person in question and not snitch!? It's not high school, I've done the whole high school drama bitching shit, won't be putting up with it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think I was loud yesterday, they'll hate me more next week :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8390915613750893769?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8390915613750893769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8390915613750893769&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8390915613750893769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8390915613750893769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/telling-tales.html' title='Telling Tales'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/St4upfvEwTI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sZ0Ffo8CHzY/s72-c/gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158519759296471770.post-8285239033601556917</id><published>2009-10-15T22:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:29:36.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If An Injury Can Be Had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SteQor0yxEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DFU7HkzXz8c/s1600-h/AdviceForClumsy22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SteQor0yxEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DFU7HkzXz8c/s320/AdviceForClumsy22.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392938107432780866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll no doubt be the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm more than accident-prone. &lt;br /&gt;In the last two days, I've sliced the index finger on my left hand three times, bruised my arm twice, walked into my bedroom door upon every occasion, banged my head on my bedroom wall, my kitchen wall and my car door. Cut my knee, scraped my elbow and burnt my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a clumsy kid. I shall never change. I won't look where I'm going and I won't be more careful. I've always had my head in the clouds and it shall remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a major injury this year so it's going well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158519759296471770-8285239033601556917?l=thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8285239033601556917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158519759296471770&amp;postID=8285239033601556917&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8285239033601556917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158519759296471770/posts/default/8285239033601556917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlofmakebelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-injury-can-be-had.html' title='If An Injury Can Be Had...'/><author><name>The Girl of Make Believe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08868267625443329840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/Sw8hypwHDaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wR62I_dRzQM/S220/25112009043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7nzf4tB6_o/SteQor0yxEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DFU7HkzXz8c/s72-c/AdviceForClumsy22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
