<?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-7179576</id><updated>2011-09-05T21:12:36.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Said Alice...</title><subtitle type='html'>'A delicious read, quite original and most definatly her best work yet'- Mr. Blogcritic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110942468743714381</id><published>2005-02-26T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:31:27.436Z</updated><title type='text'>New Blog.</title><content type='html'>The sad day has come for me to seek pastures new and I have created a jaunty new blog http://blogofalice.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu Blog, I shall never forget thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110942468743714381?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110942468743714381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110942468743714381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110942468743714381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110942468743714381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog.'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110900261973203174</id><published>2005-02-21T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:16:59.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I arrived home from my vulnerable grandparent's dwelling on the 12.10 train from Crewe. I arrived at my house at about 3.15 which means it took ages on the train which was boring becuase we had nothing left to talk about. We bought a magazine in which we learnt how to do excercises to improve our orgasms and also learnt that Jake and Jon are well on the way to proposing, Oo er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to my very old and crappy cd player untill it ran out of battery and then stood up miles before we reached Reading as Genny seems to think that the art of getting off a train is to leap off as it is still moving. That was our day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days we have been eating the most splendid and delumptious dishes, my favorite being the gammon, apple and cheese sandwich and the roasted peppers and chicken sandwhich. The chicken, roasties and kumera is a sure second with the beef pie, sausage and chips and lasagne coming in third. However the breakfasts were absolutly delicious as well, bacon butties and poached eggs. My granny makes the most splendiferous toast as well, she makes it only just toasted, just how I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played scrabble and won, only cheating slightly and I played draughts and won but the crossword puzzle completly baffled me and I failed, although I did get many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa danced whenever music was played and was teaching me dances he used to do in the olde days with my Granny. We were walking through Conwy when we passed some Spanish men, my grandpa immediatly started rabbiting away to them in Spanish and took the to Woolworths, they declined the kind offer of an adapter plug though, propbably assuming he was going to sell them to the White slave trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandparents told us many things such as most of the population are lardies and everyone except our family eats prepackaged meals from supermarkets, that the future generation will be brainwashed by advertising and it a grave sin to leave your coat on the back of a chair in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help my grandpa with his computer, he appears to have a 1987 version of Office which does not inclde Exel, not that he'd be able to figure out how to use it if he had it as he has to ring me up to ask where to put the adress of a website. He decided to borrow Mandy's version of Office, but my grandpa's computer is too out of date and it took me a decade to explain that an even older version of Windows than his wouldn't support the newer version of Office that Mandy had lent him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself speaking extra loudly and more clearly after speaking to my very deaf Granny, not necessarily a bad thing, it will prove most useful in Drama, which reminds me I have drama homework to do so had better get on with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110900261973203174?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110900261973203174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110900261973203174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110900261973203174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110900261973203174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-arrived-home-from-my-vulnerable.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110856626525247687</id><published>2005-02-16T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:04:25.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have finally moved the computer into the living room and sorted it our, and we have Broadband now so I'm feeling quite jovial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my grandparent's tomorrow which should be good, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went over to Daniel's which was fun, we went to Natasha's boat and didn't have to walk which is a first! I went back to Daniel's after going to Natasha's and we gossiped and asked questions like we used to when we were young in ye olde days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumdumdum I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110856626525247687?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110856626525247687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110856626525247687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110856626525247687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110856626525247687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-have-finally-moved-computer-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110815130979665822</id><published>2005-02-11T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:48:29.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got letters about the prom today which got me thinking about how the way I see things has changed. I don't really care about going to the Prom or not, I probably will go, I feel that it's expected of me. The same as staying at Theale next year. Six years ago when it was my last year of Primary school nobody cared whether I was joining them at Willink or going to their leaving do, but I did go to it becuase I desperatly wanted to fit in and be just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; fit in, I have friends and most people know who I am and nobody hates me (at least I hope not). But I don't want that now I have it, it seems that it was easier to do what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted when nobody cared. What surprises me is how little I remember becuase if, like I think, I wanted to fit in so badly then why didn't I go to Willink? I think it was probably becuase really I hated them and their ignorance. Even at the end of Primary school when I had Ashton I don't ever remember regretting choosing to go to Theale. So it shouldn't be any different now, but I still don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110815130979665822?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110815130979665822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110815130979665822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110815130979665822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110815130979665822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-got-letters-about-prom-today-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110737433072894699</id><published>2005-02-02T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:58:50.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Idlewild</title><content type='html'>We're going to see Idlewild! Yay! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110737433072894699?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110737433072894699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110737433072894699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110737433072894699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110737433072894699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/02/idlewild.html' title='Idlewild'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110720295640770569</id><published>2005-01-31T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:34:24.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Auntie Julia is in England for a couple of days (such a jetsetter that she is) and so pooped in which was great becuase I haven't seen her since the summer. She's staying tonight but I probably won't see her again as she's at Helen's at the moment and will probably be back late, at least she has a key and won't be waking me up by throwing stones at my window again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic weekend. We went to the Gould's with the Tighes and it was really really good. We had muchos delicious food, lasange and soup with tasty puddings. Wheeze, Adam, Joe and I went to get a film out, Wheeze chose it but then didn't watch it and she'd chosen a really crappy film but it was quite funny just chatting about how bad it was. The next day Adam, Genny, Joe and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy day care&lt;/span&gt; on Jo's mini DVD player then we watched the O.C later on so lots of telly watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have such a big family. Between Angela and Duncan they have seven kids! I'd love that (well, maybe for a bit, it might get annoying after a while, but it's not all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having just one sister becuase we're very close, however she is abandoning me on Friday to go to Rhea's and My parents think I need to find someone to foister myself on. Hopefully I can just stay at home becuase I hate inviting myself to people's houses and there is also the point of that I can't be bothered. It really annoys me when my parents go out and I think that it'll be fine with just Genny and I having a girly night in and then off she goes, leaving me, cuh! Oh well at least when I'm on my own I can wander around the house naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth is going to see Idlewild, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; jelous! I would love to see them! Dammit why aren't I really good freinds with Beth. Filippa said I should look up when they're on so I think I will, be assertive, that's what I always tell Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110720295640770569?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110720295640770569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110720295640770569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110720295640770569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110720295640770569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-auntie-julia-is-in-england-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110685358147550559</id><published>2005-01-27T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:19:41.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent a little bit of time with Emma and Andy after twilight. I do miss him sometimes. Even though I began to see him many faults after a bit I miss being such good pals with him. I remember last October when he, Emma and I went to the field never Savacentre and made a horror movie. It was a really good, fun day when it was still safe to be with them alone :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in many ways Andy is an annoying slefish young whippersnapper nobody was ever nice to me like he was. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110685358147550559?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110685358147550559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110685358147550559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110685358147550559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110685358147550559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/spent-little-bit-of-time-with-emma-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110659737585464754</id><published>2005-01-24T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:15:56.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Things to do before I die...</title><content type='html'>1. Ride in an open topped car&lt;br /&gt;2. Ride on one of those scary camels&lt;br /&gt;3. Go back to New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Russia&lt;br /&gt;5. Go scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;6. Have sex&lt;br /&gt;7. Become the Prime Minister and consequently RULER OF THE WORLD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Cornwall&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to Oxford&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;11. Get married&lt;br /&gt;12. Stay in touch with at least one person&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to a concert and see something that I really want to see&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to the Edinburgh festival&lt;br /&gt;15. Go to Reading Rock Festival&lt;br /&gt;16. See &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shindler's list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Become a man (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110659737585464754?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110659737585464754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110659737585464754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110659737585464754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110659737585464754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things to do before I die...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110641970589377616</id><published>2005-01-22T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:48:25.893Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I cheered up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; today. I have such a nice mummy! I was all moochy and miserableish so she put on Bon Jovi really loud and made me laugh a lot about going to brush my teeth. I started feeling much happier from that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next good thing was Emma's enthsiastic reply to my fantastical idea of genius. She sent be some text messages which were so funny I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to town and bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;, getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt; was extra good becuase it took ages to find. Emma and I had lots of good giggles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;we managed to snag the last packet of strawberry laces in preperation for our DVD day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been about minus a million degrees as I walked home from the bus stop and I think I've got frostbite in my fingers! Then I went out in the cold again and My dad and I got out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt; towatch tonight, and chocolate. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all his happy dappy and back to normally again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110641970589377616?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110641970589377616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110641970589377616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110641970589377616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110641970589377616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-cheered-up-lot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110633295000383168</id><published>2005-01-21T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:42:30.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say, nor have I for the past week. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; just ramble about stuff but I don't think it would be appropraite. I need some excitement in my life, grrr, anything, everything's so boring. There is nothing to look forward to except the lasagne that I am going to proceed to eat soon (hopefully). Lalalalalla such is the dullness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I wrote a blog abut dullness, how dull :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110633295000383168?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110633295000383168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110633295000383168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110633295000383168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110633295000383168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-nothing-to-say-nor-have-i-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110599099277293792</id><published>2005-01-17T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:43:12.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Broadband.</title><content type='html'>We're getting Broadband *grin grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110599099277293792?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110599099277293792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110599099277293792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110599099277293792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110599099277293792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/broadband.html' title='Broadband.'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110589020857716140</id><published>2005-01-16T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:43:28.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reckon that Friday was probably one of the best fridays of my life, everything just went so dandily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Natasha's party which was good untill I woke up at 5 having had one hour of sleep and felt sick. It then took another three hours for everybody to wake up (although Jon was awake for a bit). The great thing about being on a boat (or a tent) is that it is very easy to get up and go outside and get some fresh air. The annoying thing about yesterday was that it was freezing cold. But oh well, the rest of the time was good :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and went to sleep for two hours exept then when I woke up I felt awful again. I went to bed at nine while the rest of my family were out galivanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110589020857716140?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110589020857716140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110589020857716140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110589020857716140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110589020857716140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-reckon-that-friday-was-probably-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110564477863709269</id><published>2005-01-13T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:32:58.636Z</updated><title type='text'>crap house, crap lane, crapsville</title><content type='html'>Everything is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt; There is absolutly no fun in the world at this moment in time. It is all boring and a waste of time. I'm really really tired which I'm sure is to do with excessive boringness. Plus I keep getting annoyed really easily but that is becuase it is boring when people annoy me. Like at the moment I'm talking to a crap person about crap things and it's boring and annoying. I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt; people patronising me, Daniel was patronising me today, that is something I really don't like about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh shut up shut up. Positive thoughts, going to Natasha's tomorrow, that won't be boring.  Also, I wish Daniel was going, becuase I love him, even if he does patronise me. I'm now going to think of lots of nice things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lovely snuggly bed that I am going to zizz in tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I did my maths homework yesterday so don't have to do it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My Cubism is going ok, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh can't think of anymore, Chris is pushing all nice thoughts out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110564477863709269?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110564477863709269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110564477863709269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110564477863709269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110564477863709269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/crap-house-crap-lane-crapsville.html' title='crap house, crap lane, crapsville'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110538619871208012</id><published>2005-01-10T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:50:51.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Gossip and Good News</title><content type='html'>The Good News is that I can go to Natasha's party and my parents haven't been iffy about it at all whcih is stupendous! The other good news is that my trousers which fell right off me have been taken in and I can wear them! Yay! So many good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gossip: Beth's going out with Rikki, how weird is that? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; thought that would happen (although everybody else did). They started going out yesterday and as soon as we got out the car this morning she says "I've got gossip". Lisa and Sam are aslo going out which in Beth's (and my) opinion seems a bit cheesy for the four of them to be going out. But hey! That's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110538619871208012?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110538619871208012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110538619871208012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110538619871208012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110538619871208012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/gossip-and-good-news.html' title='Gossip and Good News'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110495312197726067</id><published>2005-01-05T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:25:21.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My photos are a bit big but that's what happens when you have sex like a rabbit (I don't really, Emma and I just like to say that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back at school today which wasn't paticually fun, all the teachers were going on about coursework and exams etc except in sceince becuase we have a mad forigener for a teacher. I did get and A in my History mock though which was fabby, I could have got an A* if I hadn't had such a bad headache on the second paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda wierd to be back at school, I don't think I'm ready for it, I need more holidays. The second week of the holidays was much better than the first which was very, very boring and I spent the days drifting like a cork on a bobbing ocean of nothingness. After Christmas we went to see 'His Dark Materials' Trilogy which was exceelent and I finally read the books which were also good. I saw Emma on the 29th and we went int town with Daniel and Steven then on Monday and Tuesday I went into town again (such a social butterfly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just emailed Michele sending some photos of New Year and telling her what I've been up to, it's weird to think that it's hot over there as it was very nippy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110495312197726067?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110495312197726067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110495312197726067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110495312197726067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110495312197726067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-photos-are-bit-big-but-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110468741973840846</id><published>2005-01-02T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:47:45.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://turnipspatch.com/misc/Clint+Pirate.jpg" alt="Danny and Jon as a pirate and Clint Eastwood respectively." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://turnipspatch.com/misc/Friends.jpg" alt="Everyone on the sofa." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://turnipspatch.com/misc/Huggy%20girls.jpg" alt="Genny hugging Molly" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://turnipspatch.com/misc/Jon%20and%20Alice%202.jpg" alt="Jon and Alice looking sexy" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110468741973840846?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110468741973840846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110468741973840846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110468741973840846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110468741973840846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/pictures-from-new-year_02.html' title='Pictures from new year'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110467944768625062</id><published>2005-01-02T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:24:07.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year one and all</title><content type='html'>It is now the second but I didn't write yesterday becuase I was way too tired after only sleeping for a few hours. I woke up really early yesterday after a dandacious New Years Eve, usually my new years eves are rubbish as I spend them with my family and at midnight I'm so tired and my mum wants me to dance and I'm like "Get off me you drunken fool!" but this new year was good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the trampoline at midnight and it was freezing cold and my feet were almost falling off with frostbite but I saw a shooting star! I took lots of piccys with my camera but then it ran out of battery at about 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moring we went on a walk (which we went on last week as well) and Jon came with us, we got lost but fortunatly we didn't get lost for days and die of exposure as it was quite nippy and I didn't take my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Become clever and understand how to please this crappy computer and make it do what I want, grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be less bitchy (except maybe in some circumstances.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Work hard at school and get toppity top grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be nice, and smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't get annoyed by stupid things like my mother's eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't annoy other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's enough. Now I'm off to wallow in self pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110467944768625062?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110467944768625062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110467944768625062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110467944768625062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110467944768625062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-one-and-all.html' title='Happy New Year one and all'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110450563003954383</id><published>2004-12-31T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:07:10.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on 2004</title><content type='html'>If I could think up one word to describe this year it would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;, this year has gone past scarily quickly and before we know it we'll all be in our coffins, being lowered into our graves by robot grave diggers and our great grandchildren and their pet robots will be sobbing over our dead bodies thinking "They knew a time before robots".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bicentennial Man &lt;/span&gt;I assumed that robots would be household items by 2005, now, with one day to go I fear I shall be dissapointed (although after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Robot&lt;/span&gt; maybe it's a good thing, although the Bicentennial man was rather sweet and not an evil robot in cahoots with a demented security system.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about robots, or the lack of them. This year has been ok, there has been highlights such as a great May half term, delicious food in Germany, getting Firefox (of course :P), getting my fabulouso boots and making my fab skirt, sleeping over at Emma's in the summer, a scrumptious A in Spanish, er..and other stuff that I can't remember (or there isn't and that's it.) There have also been Lowlights such as Sophie having cancer, falling out with Andy (He is a twat but I did miss him), various mistakes in tech that get me a teeny bit angry, that D in science (Grrr), lack of robots etc and other things, maybe, maybe not, I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a new years eve partay tonight and I have a new cardy thing in my camera so I can take gazillions on pictures. And then tomorrow it is onwards into (a robot free) 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110450563003954383?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110450563003954383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110450563003954383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110450563003954383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110450563003954383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflections-on-2004.html' title='Reflections on 2004'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110408983979419677</id><published>2004-12-26T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:37:19.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Just a quickie while the rest of my family sleep, talk or play with their remote contolled cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was yesterday (obviously) it was pretty good, I got a digital camera which I took lots of piccys with (I'd put some on here if I knew how), I got an exercise ball, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends till the end  &lt;/span&gt;book, two gorgeous rings of Genny, knickers off Beth, bag off Kate, umm what else? Oooh a spy kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny got a camcorder which she has wanted for ages but never thought she'd get so we've had lots of filming :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went on the boxing day walk which was pretty fun, Beth, James, Alex and I had a 'my school's better than yours arguement' becuase Alex is a pompous arse who thinks he is better than everyone. The argument became silly when Alex said 'We have swans' and I replied 'We have swans who wait on us!'. These swans also spit on people we dislike and dissolve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the Beakes for mince pies and sausage rolls which Beth ate all of then demanded more. We came home and my grandparents and Kate, Gary and George arrived so the house has been full of people (Nanny's here too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh must dash Tah Tah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110408983979419677?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110408983979419677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110408983979419677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110408983979419677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110408983979419677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110391972866601782</id><published>2004-12-24T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-24T20:22:08.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I probably won't be online for the next four days so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110391972866601782?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110391972866601782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110391972866601782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110391972866601782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110391972866601782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-probably-wont-be-online-for-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110383474856377219</id><published>2004-12-23T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:35:21.653Z</updated><title type='text'>The Bathroom</title><content type='html'>In any other persons house a haven of cleanliness but in our house it is a hellish pit of rusty razors, damp towels and toothpaste stains, all courtesy of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny seems to view the bathroom as part waterhole part dumping ground. I thought I'd better do a bit of a sort out of the cupboard and I found little bits of screwed up paper and an empty cotton wool bag. We have a bin in the bathroom! It is there to be used! I had to clean the little glass shelf where we keep our toothbrushes which is encrusted with dried toothpaste off the bottom of Genny's toothbrush, what would be a really sensible idea after brushing your teeth would be to wash your tooth brush then maybe dry the bottom so it doesn't leave rings all over the glass and it won't look like it has never been washed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an old toothbrush head on the shelf, now I don't know if it is supposed to be in use for some purpose but people who care about the hygiene of our bathroom don't want mankey old bits of bristle lying all over the place. So I chucked it (sorry if it was 'like a brother to you Genny':P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cupboard was a cup with various odd, dubious looking things in it, the bottom of the cup was full of grime and I didn't like to wash it in the bathroom. The mirror in the bathroom is metal and is very rusty because the crackpots who designed this inappropriate bathroom forgot that metal rusts when in contact with water. These same crackpots also didn't put in an extractor fan so after Genny's numerous showers the ceiling was growing mould (as well as the window ledges). Before my dad put the extractor fan in we had to prop the door open with the moisturizer which Genny often forgot so walking in there was like walking into a badly kept rain forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two towel racks in the bathroom but somebody seems to have a blind spot for them and dumps their towels in a heap on the floor so they have to go in the wash instead of drying out for the next shower. I do the washing and too much washing is not fun as there is not enough room to hang these towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When old people come to stay it is even worse as they seem to view the bathroom as a shed and are always leaving behind some kind of bathroom object, soap is the most common, I did not realize how much soap there was in the bathroom before today and it all sticks in disgusting lumps to the soap dishes that cannot be got rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could think of a lot more unhygenic mistakes in our bathroom to rant about but I'm tired and want to watch the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110383474856377219?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110383474856377219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110383474856377219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110383474856377219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110383474856377219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/bathroom.html' title='The Bathroom'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110382533498782612</id><published>2004-12-23T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:08:54.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havn't spoken to Emma since Friday and I didn't see much of her then. I miss her but I'm not going to have the chance to see her before Christmas then after Christmas I'm busy untill the twenty ninth. I think that if I don't see her over holidays anymore what is it going to be like after we finish school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Easter holidays I hate doing nothing, I'm terrified of being so bored I want to kill myself. I have done things today but I wish I'd done something a little more interesting, I miss Emma. I think I'll ring her. I feel guilty thta I haven't already and the bitchy bit of me thinks 'she hasn't either, too busy seeing Andy' but that is mean of me.  I'm sitting here thinking 'I'm gonna ring her' but I'm not.  Why not? I think, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110382533498782612?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110382533498782612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110382533498782612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110382533498782612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110382533498782612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-havnt-spoken-to-emma-since-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110366682740939860</id><published>2004-12-21T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T22:07:07.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teenagers from hell &lt;/span&gt;and today I swept the floor and hoovered without being asked to. Am I too good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110366682740939860?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110366682740939860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110366682740939860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110366682740939860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110366682740939860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-watched-teenagers-from-hell-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110357939780405390</id><published>2004-12-20T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:49:57.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being consumed by a horrible restlessness which is going to turn me into a gibbering wreck by the end of the week. I think it would have been suitible not to have christmas so late in the holidays. There is not enough washing, homework or other jobs to fill the day. I cannot spend all day growing fat in front of the telly or staring gormlessly at the computer screen so I can imagine myself drifting all over the house and occasionly flumping on the floor moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;a hobby or more homework to keep me occupied, how sad is it when you want homework to do? The last few weeks at school were full of work to do and trying to fit in time for things I want to do so I was always busy. Now that's all gone and I feel at a loss of what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Daniel's, which was fine but Steven was there and I kept wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and leave him in a puddle. We made very, very spicy meat which we then ate quickly to see who was the most stupid and could eat it fastest. I lost. Daniel says it'll give me a stomach upset but I think I can handle my spices. Cuh, just becuase he thinks he's such a big, tough man. He's coming to our new years eve party which is good as long as he doesn't embarress me or anything, such as he is prone to doing. I want to see Emma but I think she's busy with Andy for most of the week, ah oh well, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of the week I must occupy myself in some way, maybe sew those trousers I've been meaning to do, my skirt was time consuming, yeeesss, maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110357939780405390?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110357939780405390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110357939780405390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110357939780405390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110357939780405390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-being-consumed-by-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110349073487295688</id><published>2004-12-19T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:12:14.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Lurve</title><content type='html'>We went to a Carol service today at the 'St Mary's the Virgin of Burghfield'. I read a book that said saying 'the virgin of' was a shame as it sounded like the place had only one virgin. Though that would not be true of Burghfield as it is populated by crazy old people and babies (yes, I know the babies have parents and the old people may have had sex, unlikely) Anyway, the service was pretty dull, apart from when Genny's scarf caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point some churchy person was talking about how we should love everybody and God and stuff and I started thinking about how weird love is. Even though we get so hurt by it (some more than others, not looking at anyone) when people don't love us back or people die etc but we still love. I was talking to Beth about a year ago and I said that life was all about finding more people to love (ergh I sound so serious). Beth said she's have it as her msn name but I wanted it (I never used it, doesn't sound like me at all). but it's weird, wherever one goes one always looks for friends to make. Maybe it's just the sort of person one is, I always look out for new friends and I like loving people. Some people may like being on their own, I like being on my own sometimes, usually when other annoying people such as Genny don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough thinking deeply, the meaining of life is, after all, swill stroganough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Daniel's tomorrow, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110349073487295688?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110349073487295688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110349073487295688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110349073487295688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110349073487295688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/lurve.html' title='Lurve'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110339721843117195</id><published>2004-12-18T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T19:13:38.433Z</updated><title type='text'>The Tree</title><content type='html'>The tree went up. I don't care what people think about our unconventional decorations, I love them. Some of the stuff we have had for so long such as this snowman I made about twelve years ago and there are various angels (one with a missing head) made by Genny. We have some nice stuff too that was bought by different relatives, friends etc... There are also seashells from New Zealand, which are kind of christmassy becuase you go to the beach at christmas in New Zeland (we never went on christmas day, we were going to but Genny got sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our tree looks very pretty with all the decorations and lights, it also smells yummy, mmm. I saw the Coca Cola advert yesterday which made me feel christmassy then we listened to the christmas cd which was also christmassy. I have wrapped Genny's, my mum's and Beth's presents which was difficult, especially Genny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go as my book is calling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'read me Alice, read me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110339721843117195?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110339721843117195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110339721843117195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110339721843117195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110339721843117195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/tree.html' title='The Tree'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110331982906854995</id><published>2004-12-17T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:43:49.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quickie as I'm suposed to be going to bed. Oh well I do have to go to Drama tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was the last day of school, that was, boring I guess. I didn't really do anything. Had the usual assembly thing with people reading about the Christmas story, I've heard it every year since my return to England and everybody else must have heard it even more so I don't see the point in it as everybody knows it off by heart now. It didn't really feel Christmassy without a half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went last minute Christmas shopping with Emma, Jon and Daniel, that was pretty good, I got Genny's present. I got into town at about 11 as I don't like getting the bus by myself and Genny and Jake were going in then. I then went to TGI Fraidays with mi familia so I didn't get home till 8. Such a busy social life I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my sexy new underwear today, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're putting up the tree tomorrow while listening to my dad's cd of xmas music which is full of excellent songs such as my favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe in Father Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110331982906854995?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110331982906854995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110331982906854995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110331982906854995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110331982906854995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-quickie-as-im-suposed-to-be-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110314630396708201</id><published>2004-12-15T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:31:43.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of school! Yay! except I will not get to see the end of Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is muttering in my ear about things and has just taken me on a tour of WordPress and is asking me if I was excited, hmmm yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a funny little boy, teehee. (I'm not a little boy! -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He's being very bossy or &lt;q&gt;assertive&lt;/q&gt;. Oh well, I must live with it if I want his constant supply of food. He keep trying to change stuff etc so I think I'll go as he wants to show me more things (and I'm NOT talking about sexual stuff)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110314630396708201?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110314630396708201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110314630396708201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110314630396708201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110314630396708201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/tomorrow-is-last-day-of-school-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110295921145416092</id><published>2004-12-13T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:33:31.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to blog about, I just feel like writing (or talking but there's no one to talk to and that's what got me into the trouble in the first place). Unfortunatly I don't want to write about what I'm thinking about all over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking a lot this evening, convincing myself morelike, trying to make sense of what I really thought/think. I like to make up little stories, or just make my own mundane thoughts more interesting by dramatising them but then it gets mixed up and I end up doing or saying something stupid. At least I can censor what I say on msn, I used to just ramble on, saying anything that came into my head but I don't really do that anymore as it only caused me, and everybody else annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite rambly, Genny always rambles on in her blog but somehow everything she says sounds good or funny, everything I say sounds boring. But I think only two people read this blog so I guess it's mainly just for me to write in and I can write anything I want I supose, I just don't like to sound stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing tons, just about nonsense really but I think it wouold just annoy me to read back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110295921145416092?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110295921145416092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110295921145416092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110295921145416092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110295921145416092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110286314679215987</id><published>2004-12-12T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:52:26.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Excellent christmas shopping yesterday, I went with Daniel, Jon and Emma and I got everybody's presents except Genny's which I'll get on Friday when we do 'last minute christmas shopping'. There are always so many christmas traditions that must be carried out like two shopping trips and a sleepover for me and Emma, then chocolate covered stawberries for breakfast, the christmas eve bath and curry, the boxing day walk with 'The Gang'. All this stuff I have to do with different people. I love christmas! I love carrying out these little traditions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in this house exactly a year today! It has gone past so fast! I love my house, I'm so glad we moved here. This time last year I was in school looking forward to going home to my new house and also looking forward to wearing my gorgeous dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide what to get Genny for christmas, I'll have a look aroung next week, I'm sure she'd like pretty much anything I got her. i was pleased this christmas that I didn't fail and buy people chocolate (exept Mrs. Prosser but she, like Claire, Katie and I are obsessed with it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel all christmassy, especially now the exams are over. I look forward to putting up the tree and decorating it with paper angels and old snowmen and snails etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110286314679215987?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110286314679215987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110286314679215987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110286314679215987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110286314679215987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110269897997268507</id><published>2004-12-10T17:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:16:19.973Z</updated><title type='text'>End of the exams</title><content type='html'>Yet I feel a sense of great anticlimax and boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pointless, we may as well have gone home after the maths exams. In science I did a bit of coursework but in drama I sat and did nothing and in tech I listened to other people talk. I always feel very left out in tech, Emma and I are in our own little group all by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B in my tech exam and 6% more than Emma which is unusual but she hasn't been very keen on tech recently, which is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait ages for Lyn which was cold and boring.....moan..moan...moan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm positive things, I had some cake! That was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110269897997268507?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110269897997268507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110269897997268507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110269897997268507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110269897997268507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/end-of-exams.html' title='End of the exams'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110253192679649592</id><published>2004-12-08T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:08:44.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sometimes think we're a bit mean on Chris, when I'm in a nicer phase. Most of the time I don't care but I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a bit of a bitch. I had a short odd conversation with him last night where he told me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;censored&lt;/span&gt; how I am I supposed to react to that? I don't know what to say to him when he gets lik this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Me being nice(ish) about Chris! There must be something wrong there, I think my brain as been addled by exams. I kept getting excrutiating headaches today, it was horrible. I think I've also convinced people that I'm a sadist who rips bunnies apart. In English I kept saying things that I didn't mean to sound so wrong. I'm sure Cathryn thinks I'm some kind of crazy person who would happily shove sticks up pigs asses (Lord of the Flies). I am very tired and I don't paticually feel like being abused by morons. (this is Will I'm refering to, not Cathryn, lovely girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back the stuff about Chris, wanker. Will has had such a go at me for being a heatless bitch etc. At least it was more interesting than mooching about or doing nothing. Stupid moron, why does he need to defent Chris for him? Will really gets on my tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110253192679649592?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110253192679649592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110253192679649592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110253192679649592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110253192679649592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-sometimes-think-were-bit-mean-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110236219328736596</id><published>2004-12-06T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:43:13.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this very moment, my parents are writing Christmas cards to anyone we've ever met, I mean, it's completely ridiculous to send a card to someone you haven't seen in twenty years. I expect it's to make up for not seeing them, send a Christmas card every year and all that guilt has gone. Also, my parents don't remember any of their friend's children's names but somehow, obscurely I remember that Steve and Helen's twins are called Tara and Annabel and my mum's old school friend's son is called Ian. Why do I remember this weird stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ridiculous card this year goes to the people we bought this house off. I don't think we've seen them since they moved out (which will be a year on Sunday). The only contact we have with them is when we have to mail forward post that has arrived at our house for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny has a new blog &lt;a href="http://pikeareevil.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It will be full of Genny tosh, very amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110236219328736596?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110236219328736596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110236219328736596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110236219328736596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110236219328736596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-this-very-moment-my-parents-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110218405462274910</id><published>2004-12-04T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:14:14.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I revised today, and read, and went online (more of the reading than the revising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Chris, he can come up with the amazing amounts of drivel! He says 'sorry' after we've spoken barely any words becuase he thought I got angry with him after dismissing his suggestions of getting my male friends porn or ties for christmas. I mean, has he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; idea about what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; blokes are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me do I really think he's girly and sexist (previous conversation). Yup, I do think that, but with him I have to argue my case. He starts to spout some rubbish about how Daniel objectifys (Hmm i think that was his word) girls. According to Chris, instead of thinking 'Phwoar fitty' when we someone we fancy or even any random person we should think 'I wonder if they're feeling ok'. What kind of weirdo (except Chris) would think this?!? Daniel is a 16 year old boy, he's not going to wonder if random fit girls are ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard Chris be described as a middle aged woman before. I think the person who said that was right. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110218405462274910?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110218405462274910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110218405462274910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110218405462274910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110218405462274910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-revised-today-and-read-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110201673916040389</id><published>2004-12-02T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:45:39.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genny had her teeth taken out today so got to stay home doing fun things like watching 'Murder, she wrote' with my mum while I had to slave away at exams. I know having your teeth pulled out is not paticually nice but the things that come with it are. Hurumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tied my hair up in stupid looking blobs in the attepmt to curl it, although i suspect it will be pointless and I'll have to tie my hair up tomorrow, oh well, fingers crossed. XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110201673916040389?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110201673916040389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110201673916040389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110201673916040389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110201673916040389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/12/genny-had-her-teeth-taken-out-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110181022904975332</id><published>2004-11-30T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T10:23:49.050Z</updated><title type='text'>New computer- The solution</title><content type='html'>One of my greatest wishes is to have a new computer, I share this one with Genny and my mum and my mum hates us using it and lives in constant fear that we will download something horrifying anf frightening, if I change anything at all she is immediatly suspicious. So what we need is a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatly my dad supports this view and proposes that my mum gets a new computer for all her work stuff and Genny and I get this one. Although a new computer for myself would be very nice, this is the next best thing. We are going to clear off all the junk and stuff that is on this one and start again from scratch with adding programmes we want and downloading stuff etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be so fantastic not to share this computer with my mum, so now it'll just be Genny and I arguing over it and I should think we would be a lot more civilised than Emma and Chris so it should work out dandily. Also I will be able to download and change anything I like without permission and approval from the computer boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is to persuade my parents to get broadband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110181022904975332?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110181022904975332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110181022904975332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110181022904975332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110181022904975332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-computer-solution.html' title='New computer- The solution'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110158418771350358</id><published>2004-11-27T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:36:27.713Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our phones aren't working at the moment so I havn't been able to go online but fortunatly We're staying at the Beake's tonight while our parents are away so I get to use their interent, even if it does mean using IE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any news. Hmmmmm I've had lots of lectures about my insensitivity and I think I do agree that maybe I should try to be more sensitive, only, when people are getting annoyed at me for being insensitive it makes me want to be more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a great dinner but Beth has gone out babysitting so I'm hoping Genny and Jake won't gang up on me or talk to my friends about things they shouldn't like last time *glares*. Had a quick gossip with Beth earlier on, I havn't really talked to her for absolutly ages so I had a lot to catch up on, boringly, eveything seemed pretty much the same wit me. Though I was able to shock her with a few Emma and Andy stories :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this computer a bit weird to use so I'm gonna go and see what Genny and Jake are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah tah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110158418771350358?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110158418771350358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110158418771350358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110158418771350358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110158418771350358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/our-phones-arent-working-at-moment-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110132796801275744</id><published>2004-11-24T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:26:08.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Los examenes</title><content type='html'>Tengo meirdo de los examenes porque soy idiota y no hablar espanol. Un blog in espanol!  Que Asco! Por la manana vera un Led Zeppelin Tribute band con mi padre y mi hermana. estara bien pero tendre mucho sueno. Hablo con Chris, esta mucho silly pero estoy aburrido. El ano pasado fui a espana en avion. Quisiera ir a espana y vivir en un casa con burros. Estoy abburido y tengo sueno asi voy a mi dormitorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110132796801275744?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110132796801275744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110132796801275744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110132796801275744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110132796801275744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/los-examenes.html' title='Los examenes'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110115532085948983</id><published>2004-11-22T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:28:40.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I've spent an amusing half hour planning our New Years Eve party. My parents think that now we have a large house we should have heaps of parties, but of course NO sleepovers for those nasty testosterone filled friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we're planning the party and my dad, Genny and I were laughing at my mum saying 'We have Dad's friends, we're having Axe...' My mother has a lot of her friends and my parents have quite a few of 'their' friends (read 'their' as 'my mum's') but only about three of my dad's friends are invited. Then again, he doesn't have that many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny and I get to have our friends, which is fine, except some of 'The Gang' are coming too. In four years Emma has been on one walk with us and Alex has been into town once with my other friends. Beth and I established in year 7 that we kept each other, and the rest of 'The Gang' separate from our new school chums. I'm not that keen for them to mix really, it has just never been done before, by me, Beth, Adam, Alex, James and our younger siblings. Occasionly an extra might come along but hardley ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this New Year will be better than the last fifteen I've had which have all been rather dull or I've got tired and gone to bed at nine. I think it might just be the Tighes coming anyway, but still, it'll be strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110115532085948983?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110115532085948983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110115532085948983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110115532085948983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110115532085948983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110096698014272568</id><published>2004-11-20T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:09:40.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I have been doing drama on Saturday mornings for six years and most of the time I have really enjoyed it. Sometimes we've done boring stuff like tons of exam work for exams that have never happened or we do breathing exercises which I get very bored of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway most of the time I love it and up till July it was Claire, Katie and I, and occasionally Hannah, Katie's brat of a sister would join in. Mrs. Prosser, who is the teacher is so lovely, she's Katie and Hannah's mum and she's really nice and a good teacher (although a bit scatty). We had loads of fun and had such a laugh, I really enjoyed acting with Claire and Katie because they were really good and we always made up really funny scenes. However, Claire is now eighteen and has left school and works in London before going to university next year so she doesn't come anymore. Katie, for some reason, is hardly ever there anymore so that leaves me with Hannah and Charlotte who's recently joined. Both of them are in year 8 and the age gap between them and me is the same as me and Claire but I think I must have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; more mature because I find both of them, paticularly Hannah, very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if Hannah wasn't taught by her mum she might be slightly less annoying, hmm I doubt it. She gets on my nerves so much I want to scream at her, she always slows things down like for example, the other day we were using the tape recoder and we were doing some warm up exercises before using it and Hannah goes over to it and&lt;br /&gt;starts fiddling and talking loudly in her really annoying voice. It's just these really little things that build up untill I want to hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Katie's there next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110096698014272568?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110096698014272568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110096698014272568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110096698014272568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110096698014272568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110080500077705887</id><published>2004-11-18T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T16:47:19.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandparents are coming tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Art was so, so boring today and I spent most of the time eavesdropping on the table next to ours conversation. Emma and I did reminisce about how we were younger and especially year 9. She was a slut and I was a moaner, apparently lots of people said to Emma that I moaned and didn't she get fed up with it. I was a moaner! Also, that hypocrite Andy said I moaned! Cuh! I was trying to fill the awkward silence and he's moaned enough to me about Emma. Then Emma and I both had a little moan about people not telling us things. On the plus side we love each other lots now (Me and Emma not me and Andy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted to Phil on the way home, it was fun, we slagged off his dear friend Andrew and suggested that his girlfriend was a slut. Phil's so easy to shock, like Beth and my grandparents, ah what fun! Unfortunately Phil accused me of fancying Jon and said that Firefox was shit, hurumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a very pretty top which is red and see through and sexy. I also have some very sexy boots that I haven't been able to wear yet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Chris has just come online so I'm off to have some fun arguing with him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110080500077705887?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110080500077705887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110080500077705887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110080500077705887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110080500077705887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/grandparents-are-coming-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110063651129438313</id><published>2004-11-16T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:21:51.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the retarded freak circus moved next to our bench! A whole load of stunningly ugly people right opposite us! It's a hideous sight and since I was already in a bad mood I spent all of lunch bitching about them and telling this random spotty guy to 'GO AWAY!!!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side I got my glasses today :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110063651129438313?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110063651129438313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110063651129438313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110063651129438313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110063651129438313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-retarded-freak-circus-moved-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110028584867420205</id><published>2004-11-12T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:27:08.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Opticians</title><content type='html'>I went to have an eye test today becuase I havn't been able to see things properly recently. I found out that I'm slightly short sighted so I'm going to have glasses for far off things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny went to France today, we stayed up late chatting last night which was cool but I felt awful when I woke up from lack of sleep. Tonight I'm all alone because my parents are going out to see Jools Holland. I'm going to watch Friends and The Simpsons and whatever else tickles my fancy and I've got a bar of dark chocolate YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awful pain in my head today, it was so painful! I was almost crying, I have no idea what was wrong but it really hurt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to town and I'm going to see Bridget Jones's Diary with my mum which I think will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways best be off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110028584867420205?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110028584867420205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110028584867420205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110028584867420205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110028584867420205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/opticians.html' title='Opticians'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-110002760036474785</id><published>2004-11-09T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:13:40.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have really, really gone off my maths teacher, I've never liked her, she has so many little annoying things about her such as her enormous bum in the way of the board and the whiney way she says 'Guuuuuys'. But today, after I queed up for about 20 minutes to ask her something she tells me a lot of nonsense I didn't understand then when I said 'Will I have time?' she said 'Well you'll have to make maths your priority this week'. Grrrrr! Why do trechers think that their subject is the only one we ever get any work for, I have resits next week that I have to revise for and I have art homework, another colour piece and I want to do something to make up for the art I'm missing on thursday which I'm annoyed about but it seems I have no choice. Then Mr. Wilson annoyed me by saying 'I know you have a lot of work but you can't use it as an excuse' I wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so stressed today and feeling so tired and exhausted, annoying teachers did not help that. One good thing though was that Mr. Wilson said that my piece of work was the best in the classroom so that made me feel a bit warm and fuzzy (except I don't like it when teachers talk too close to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised I have lots of silly, pointless posts in this blog (although I understand they are pointless to everybody but me) so when I get the time I'm going to delete and edit some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-110002760036474785?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/110002760036474785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=110002760036474785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110002760036474785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/110002760036474785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-really-really-gone-off-my-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109985430447411052</id><published>2004-11-07T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:05:04.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling so tired, completly emotionly drained and I have no idea why. This morning I was very happy and jolly, I think it's just everybody's gone home and I'm tired and have been working hard like a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think going on msn is a good idea when I feel like this as certain people (hemhem not looking at anyone) annoy me even more than usual. I don't like people depending on me to make them happy and I don't like enquiries into my slight change in mood and then getting iffy if I get snappy. Although I don't suppose they know why I'm in this mood and as there's no reason they wouldn't know it would annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy just said 'yo' to me and my first thought is 'I wonder what he wants from me', maybe that's a bit bitchy but he's like that. I had a bit of a bitching session with Emma about Beth last night, which was fine because I get the feeling Emma doesn't much like Beth, proberbly similar reasons to me, well not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth is very dry which must mean I'm frightened or tires, I'll go with the latter, an early night for me tonight I think *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109985430447411052?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109985430447411052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109985430447411052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109985430447411052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109985430447411052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-feeling-so-tired-completly.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109983636558572478</id><published>2004-11-07T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:06:05.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Emma over</title><content type='html'>I had Emma over last night, we went with Richard to see 'Finding Neverland' which was dandy. We just had such a funny time, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied her CDs which is excellent for me :D. I got a little bit stressed out when the computer was being slow and it didn't copy properly. Humdumdum, hopefully Emma will never EVER bring it up again because that would be most unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we played word consequences which was so, so, so funny! an example of one is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breasty woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He asked&lt;/span&gt; for some bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She replied&lt;/span&gt; 'Get back you pervert!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; drank cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; had a quick session with her chiropodist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The consequence was&lt;/span&gt; the development of a new building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and the moral is&lt;/span&gt; always say pardon when you burp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be doing my coursework but couldn't fingue it out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and set the table now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109983636558572478?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109983636558572478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109983636558572478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109983636558572478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109983636558572478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/emma-over.html' title='Emma over'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109959087168428120</id><published>2004-11-04T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:54:31.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drama is going so crappily at the moment, I've given up caring (though I must care if I'm annoyed about it going crappily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on my A levels though : English, Film studies, Spanish and 19th/20th century History. Dandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109959087168428120?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109959087168428120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109959087168428120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109959087168428120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109959087168428120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/drama-is-going-so-crappily-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109933393171950429</id><published>2004-11-01T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:32:11.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Back at school</title><content type='html'>Time rushes by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last few days of the half term, spent in Wales were, enjoyable, i guess. We got there at about lunchtime and hadn't eaten anything all day but were told by various relatives that we couldn't eat anything as we were going out later. My mum had already told us on the way there and we knew anyway so after only minutes being there I was already slightly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get very tired when visiting my grandparents as there is so much conversation, it moves so quickly you can't get a word in becuase my the time my mum, granny or grandpa have paused for a micro second the conversation has moved from Tony Blair to Kate's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about going there is the food, on the first night we went to this great restaurant where I had steak, the next day we went to 'Electric mountain' which was pretty boring but I had some great Pumpkin soup. Then that evening we had a hollowed out pumpkin stuffed with sausages, mange tout and bits of pumpkin. The next day I had bacon sandwhiches for lunch and stew for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about going is my grandad's stories. We heard the tale of when he was chased through Brussels by gay sailors and when he had to weigh a certain amount to be in the 'junior bantams' rugby team so he went to the weighing machine at the station and ended up in his underpants when he finally weighed just the right amount. He tells his stories very well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to send them a thank you email so I must dash, toodleoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109933393171950429?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109933393171950429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109933393171950429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109933393171950429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109933393171950429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-at-school.html' title='Back at school'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109888447781589044</id><published>2004-10-27T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:41:17.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Going away for a few days.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to my grandparent's tomorrow and I will get back on Sunday (In case anybody is paticularly concerned of my whereabouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be online, although my grandad has the internet and MSN he thinks the internet costs a pound a minute so only lets me online if he wants me to show him something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to have the luxury of sky TV as my grandad is obbsessed my rugby so miraculously he has sky! My other time will be taken up by arguing with my grandparents and foolishly telling them things so they can proceed to give me tons of useless advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of going to my grandparent's is the sleeping and eating parts (two of Emma's favorite three). Tomorrow we are going to this welsh restaurant which is sooo tasty and even better, at the end they give you a free welsh cake, free glass of welsh liquor and a free tasty chocolate. Mmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll be back soon so anyone who will be up all night crying over the loss of me can dry their tears and stuff their faces with delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109888447781589044?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109888447781589044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109888447781589044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109888447781589044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109888447781589044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/going-away-for-few-days.html' title='Going away for a few days.'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109878302139774299</id><published>2004-10-26T09:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:30:21.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day in Aliceland</title><content type='html'>I was going to go over to Calcot to meet up with whatever friends or friends of friends who were going to be there but then I thought 'hang on a minute! That sounds like it will be one hell of a boring day' so i decided to join 'The Gang' on a walk. However now it seems it is only the Beake lot going and Beth isn't going so it seems like that'll be boring too. Although I am going to go on the walk becuase I can't be bothered to bus to Calcot. Proberbly the next time I talk to Emma or Daniel they'll say they had a really fun time and I'll be like 'Dang!' but I don't really care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was conversing with Daniel last night and he was asking me to get in touch with Emma for him. Sometimes he really gets my goat. He couldn't get her mobile but refused to ring her home phone because 'it's scary'. I am not wasting my money or time texting or phoning Emma for him when he can do it himself. I think he did ring her in the end, or he got some other poor soul to get hold of her. For goodness sake! She only lives down the road from him, he could have gone over to her house. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to do some revision, I think I will. I had a minor triumph yesterday when I finally figured out how to work my radio. These little things just make me so happy and now I can listen to the radio while I revise instead of replaying my few CDs again, and again and again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to get dressed even though I think I look quite fetching in my pijarmers and cardigan. I went to bed rather late last night, my parents went out to a pub quiz so Genny and I went on 'girland' and had a bit of a giggle suggesting all kinds of ridiculous things to help with the problems on the promlem page. Then we were talking for ages about stuff I can't remember. Hohum what fun, it's a pity she's going out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109878302139774299?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109878302139774299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109878302139774299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109878302139774299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109878302139774299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-boring-day-in-aliceland.html' title='Another boring day in Aliceland'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109870759458993658</id><published>2004-10-25T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:36:54.360Z</updated><title type='text'>The ignorant wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A short story by Alice Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon's eyes filled with tears, her friend, Rosalina was deteriorating fast. This wasn't supposed to have happened, not to anyone but definitely not to Rosalina. She was too important to the whole commune, without her there would be nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon wiped her eyes on the back of her cotton sleeve as the doctor, Sebastian Crustatian entered the room. He was a portly man, well into his fifties but always enjoyed visiting the commune as it always seemed so full of life compared to his modern semi where he lived with his cranky, neurotic wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian especially enjoyed visiting Rosalina and there had been rumors in the village of some romantic liaison going on between them but now everybody knew that was definitely  not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Rosaline had stayed home conjuring spirits with Sharon. Sharon knew that Rosalina was getting old and more than a little mad and had forgotten to lock her to her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts were hazy and Sharon struggled to tell Sebastian what had happened. Sharon felt guilty, although it was now common knowledge she did not want to divulge Rosalina's secret. Sharon got up to the part in the story where Rosalina had wandered into the fish restaurant and faltered. What happened next was difficult to tell Sebastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, well, Rosalina er...has a strange erotic fetish for eels, never loved a human being after that summer on the eel colony, anyway, your wife was there andshe knew the gossip that had been spreading..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian ran to the toilet and vomited, he now knew what had happened to the lovely Rosalina. His wife, his stupid, neurotic, untrusting wife had murdered Rosalina with her lover, strangling her, mistaking the eel she was kissing for Sebastain's slimy skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109870759458993658?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109870759458993658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109870759458993658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109870759458993658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109870759458993658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/ignorant-wife.html' title='The ignorant wife'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109870637017588909</id><published>2004-10-25T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:12:50.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Body swapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A short story by Alice Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia was getting ready gor the year eleven prom, she'd been shopping with her best friend Anna to buy a dress. Julia's was gorgeous, spaghetti straps with a plain neckline, a short flared skirt and a beautiful rich dark red colour which went well with her dark curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna had picked a large greeny dress with tons of netting which made her look like a fishermans latest catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia sat in her room waiting for Gordon to pick her up and thought about the prom. There was a 'best looking couple' competition which she didn't think she and Gordon would win, especially with Gordon's big nose and her acne. She felt a little stab of anger, she was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippa, Julia's younger sister came into her room wanting to borrow a top. Julia looked at Philippa and thought how pretty she looked with long blonde hair and a fantastic figure. Julia became insanely jealous and shot her sister in the head when her back was turned. She then, because she was an amature taxidermist, skinned Philippa and stepped inside her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door bell rang and Julia hurried downstairs as Gordonhad arrived but as she opened the door she saw Gordon's handsome brother, Boyd on the front door step. He leered at her and said 'Ha..ha...ha..we'll see who wins this 'best looking' competition now'. So Julia in Philippa's body and Gordon in Boyd's body left for the prom.&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109870637017588909?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109870637017588909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109870637017588909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109870637017588909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109870637017588909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/body-swapping.html' title='Body swapping'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109861788761748928</id><published>2004-10-24T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-24T11:38:07.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool few days</title><content type='html'>Spent the last 2 and a bit days at Emma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went over to Emma's and we met up with Daniel, it was just the three of us which was really nice. We went to Sava and bought ingredients and then made noodles at Emma's. We went on the computer for a bit then went to the park. It was a rather spiffing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was Emma's birthday party which was really fun! We played pass the parcel and musical chairs. We also watched films but I hardly ate anything so was starving this morning. Emma, Richard, Jennie and I ate the chocolates Chris gave Emma, we passed them round to have a taste of each one, most of them wern't that nice :S. But then I felt really really sick and couldn't eat anything else. I woke up at 7 which isn't too bad for me but I felt ill so I went and read 'Blackberry wine' in the kitchen untill Sam, Andy and Ian woke up and I went back into the other room and got into bed with Emma as Andy had to pootle off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite couply last night. Emma and Andy had the sofa bed and then Sam and Luke were squished onto the other sofa. You don't squish yourself onto a small uncomfortable sofa all night and morning with somebody else unless you want to be close to them so I feel there is a plot thickening there. Ayayayay ;) Daniel, Richard, Jennie and I slept on matrasses on the floor. I spent an enjoyable time with Daniel teasing each other by talking in loud voices about things that we didn't want each other mentioning with all the other people in the room. Then Daniel went to sleep and snored very loudly so the rest of us were kept awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must dash, important things to attend to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra mwah mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109861788761748928?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109861788761748928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109861788761748928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109861788761748928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109861788761748928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/cool-few-days.html' title='Cool few days'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109838347405912383</id><published>2004-10-21T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:31:14.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Birthday today</title><content type='html'>My dear Emma is 16! Wow! That seems old :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's had a pretty good birthday, she's got presents that she loves so that's good (better than the present of a Russian dictionary a couple of years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a really beautiful top that I wanted for myself but I got it for her becuase I am a lovely friend and I knew she'd love it (which she did). It's the first present I've bought in two years that someone else hasn't got her as well. Her party is on Saturday which I am looking forward too, should be ultra dandy and fun :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a good mood today as I got back the marks of some of my History coursework and I have done so well! Usually I'm terrible at source work but I got a level two and two level threes. I am very very happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been a lot of 'I did this stuff' so it's proberbly quite dull, shame shame, oh well life goes on and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109838347405912383?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109838347405912383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109838347405912383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109838347405912383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109838347405912383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/emmas-birthday-today.html' title='Emma&apos;s Birthday today'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109830384081983831</id><published>2004-10-20T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:21:27.113Z</updated><title type='text'>A levels</title><content type='html'>I got a sixth form prospectus the other day and thought about the A levels I want to do. Well there isn't much really, the only thing I really want to do is English. It's the only thing I feel I am any good at at the moment and one of the only things I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents would prefer it if I wanted to do science, my dad did all three and I think he'd like it if I did the same but I really can't. Urrgghh imagine two more years of science at Theale with all the crap teachers we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definatly not do science, or maths, sounds like hell. I would like to do theatre studies but I'm not sure how good a mark for drama I will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want year 11 to end becuase lots of people seem to be going elsewhere and I can't stay in touch with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109830384081983831?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109830384081983831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109830384081983831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109830384081983831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109830384081983831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/levels.html' title='A levels'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109801728152477330</id><published>2004-10-17T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-17T12:48:01.523Z</updated><title type='text'>A solution to the problem</title><content type='html'>If I had curly hair and GHDs then I think I would be truely happy as all I worry about is my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the next life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109801728152477330?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109801728152477330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109801728152477330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109801728152477330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109801728152477330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/solution-to-problem.html' title='A solution to the problem'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109786329868920166</id><published>2004-10-15T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:01:38.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genny didn't get to sleepover at Angharrad's but she got to go to the party. Her parents were going to be out gallivanting in brothels (according to my mother) and wern't going to get back untill 11 o'clock! Oh how shocking! How obscenely late! Genny and Jake (When Lyn also found out about the looseness of Angharrad's parents he also was not allowed to go) are coming home at ten/ half ten which seems absolutly pointless as Angharrad's parents will be back only half an hour afterwards. Personally I think my parents were very glad of this pathetic excuse so they can ban Genny from going. I will not say this to them however becuase I feel I will be incinerated on a huge fire with hags (my mum) dancing around and telling me how excatly unfair and cruel I was to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bad and she's usually quite nice to us after she hasn't let us do something. A few years ago when I had the immense trauma of my friends deciding they hated me she bought me ice cream. When I fell out with Andy a few months back I tried to persuade her I needed ice cream but she didn't give me any, proberbly on account of me not being in the slightest bit upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well din dins now, mushroom thingy that I can't spell&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109786329868920166?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109786329868920166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109786329868920166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109786329868920166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109786329868920166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/genny-didnt-get-to-sleepover-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109760764445449908</id><published>2004-10-12T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:00:44.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Unfairness</title><content type='html'>My parents are being very unreasonable about not letting Genny go to her friend's  (can't spell the name so we'll call her A)sleepover. There are going to be two boys there, only two! And they don't want her to go. It's highly unfair, they say that I wasn't allowed at her age but thats because I never asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm very bored about writing and talking about this stuff becuase it's been going on for two years now and I have better things to think about. (Actually I don't, I keep having a reccuring thought that I don't want to think about but I can't help thinking about, it's most annoying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get all annoyed at myself in a minute so before I ramble on too much I am going to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109760764445449908?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109760764445449908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109760764445449908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109760764445449908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109760764445449908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/unfairness.html' title='Unfairness'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109742543717211289</id><published>2004-10-10T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-10T16:23:57.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havn't been online for two days! I'm quite surprised with myself. I've had a rather good two days. On Friday I was deleriously happy and spent all of tech and tutor period laughing and giggling insanely. I havn't been so happy since December, for reasons I cannot fathom but I was really happy and then when I got my magnificent coat, ahhh I was so happy my mouth hurt from smiling so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I went into town with lots of people which was quite enjoyable but I was freezing cold. I got the giggles again and sat there giggling for a bit at my happiness. I bought Emma's present which I think she will love and I had strawberry laces but people ate them, grrr and Daniel drank half my water!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and we played charards (such lovely games i play with ym family:P) I laughed so much that i fell on the floor and was in agony with laughing so much, ahhhhh I hadn't laughed so much since we were walking to Jacksons earlier on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a walk today because my dear mother was watching the natural history thing with Alan Titchmarsh and thouhgt we ought to have a walk wherever it was in the programme but then they decided we'd have a walk in Hungerford but actually ended up walking somewhere near Bradfield. Hmmm, well at least I got to wear my coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109742543717211289?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109742543717211289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109742543717211289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109742543717211289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109742543717211289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-havnt-been-online-for-two-days-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109717370364712657</id><published>2004-10-07T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:28:23.646Z</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><content type='html'>I've changed my display name to Alice because I didn't want blind pew any more, so now it's boring old Alice :). Well I hope I've changed it properly :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some mucho excitamodo news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be going to New Zealand for eight weeks over the summer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How utterly fabby is that!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going to try and get some work over there and then when I've finished my exams we will go. When we left I knew we'd some back but over the last few years it's seemed like we never would. I can't believe it! I so hope we can go! It'll mean missing out on summer though and eight weeks is a long time to go away for! When I told Emma she said 'Eight weeks, that's a long time!' It is so long, the longest I've been away from my closest friends is about three weeks (appart from Beth, obviously). It will be sooooo cool to go back though! Ohh i'm all excited! But I'm dreading the plane jouney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109717370364712657?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109717370364712657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109717370364712657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109717370364712657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109717370364712657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/change.html' title='A change'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109700532745248727</id><published>2004-10-05T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:42:07.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a rather interesting evening sitting in front of the TV, watching Eastenders and eating chicken pie, reminds me of the good old days, ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an arguemnt with my mum last night and I really wound her up and today Emma said I'm mean and I shouldn't wind people up so much. I don't know when I became so evil, I'm nosy, I'm a gossip, I'm a bitch and now I'm mean :(. I felt very guilty so I gave her some skittles to try and redeem myself but I'm worried I'm a really nasty person (This is the bit where you all say 'no Alice, of course not, you're lovely :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try and be nicer. I'm getting on really well with Emma at the moment and I want it to stay that way. Last Friday we spent all tech lesson sitting on the floor talking which was great because we havn't been able to just talk for ages since probably december, occasionly we would be able to have a decent conversation but over the holidays I really didn't want to be such good friends with her, and I think Chris just made it worse by trying to help. I'm quite happy at the moment though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109700532745248727?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109700532745248727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109700532745248727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109700532745248727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109700532745248727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/had-rather-interesting-evening-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109682008078821677</id><published>2004-10-03T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:14:40.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Weird personality change</title><content type='html'>Today I started revising for science, When I didn't know the answer on the past papers I looked it up in the books I have (didn't find them but I still tried). What is wrong with me?? I never usually try this hard so I don't know what's got into me. Also I made a fabulous plan for my English coursework. Argh! Scary! I seem to have become a good hardworking soul. (Well maybe not completely, but partly at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in drama we were talking about the theatre, I really love the theatre and it got me thinking about acting on stage which I havn't done for years but I love it (apart from slight stage fright). Maybe I'll join a theatre group or something, I ought to have a hobby or somehting to occupy my time when I'm not online, doing homework or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a really excellent book at the moment, it's really funny in places and makes me laugh out loud but in other parts it's really awful. There's one bit which is really funny because Harriet's (main charecter) sister, Portia wants to lose her virginity so they're picking names out of this hat and Portia picks this 50 year old gay guy who's really ugly but she won't pick anyone else becuase she feels that defeats the object of picking names from a hat. So Harriet and Portia go to this mans house and Portia seduces him but then there's this other guy there who rapes Harriet! And that bit's really awaful! It's a really good book though and the youngest sister, Cordelia is really funny. I was chuckling to myself at 1 in the morning reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get on with this science revision now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109682008078821677?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109682008078821677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109682008078821677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109682008078821677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109682008078821677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/weird-personality-change.html' title='Weird personality change'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109665581805475710</id><published>2004-10-01T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:36:58.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sad! I really am! I am never going to become interested in who somebody fancies or any other of their pathetic little secrets again. My life is so horribly trivial and I have absolutly no interest in anything exept gossip. I'm so so sad. How interesting can this stupid boring stuff actually be? And any stuff I really want to know I'm never told. I may be the nosiest person in the world but I know when not to push it. Any of the really private stuff people have told me I have never forced it out of them. That's tight. They have told me of their own free will (Well once I had to be told before I started panicking someone had died). I don't mind not knowing stuff, unless when I find out it's unexpected and scary. With some things I am probably happy in my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm highly untrustworthy, I tell Genny and Jon nearly everything and Emma most stuff. Although I think If it was something that someone really didn't want to be known I'd keep shtum. Which I have, about a few things. Even when I'm tempted I've kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that annoys me about myself is that I'm a total pushover, I just do anything people say, well some people, I go out of my way to do what Chris doesn't want me to do. Maybe I ought to stand up for myself more. But It's a lot easier just to go along with what people say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109665581805475710?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109665581805475710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109665581805475710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109665581805475710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109665581805475710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-so-sad-i-really-am-i-am-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109656299938092969</id><published>2004-09-30T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:49:59.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you really fancy somone you like everything about them so much that you could stare at their socks for hours and not be bored?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109656299938092969?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109656299938092969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109656299938092969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109656299938092969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109656299938092969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-you-ever-noticed-that-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109648378228122436</id><published>2004-09-29T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-29T18:49:42.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Girlyness</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say I'm a tomboy but I think I must be part man when I have either a PE or maths lesson. How can people be so girly that all they ever talk about is their gazzilion boyfriends or make up or whatever it is that they talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Grace was telling Natasha about when she and Tom and Annabel go into town and she and Annabel start saying 'That guy's fit, that one's ok, that one's fit' and then that Tom gets annoyed but all they do is look out for fit guys. Never in my life in town have I seen any fit guys, but then again, i don't look out for them. I'm more likely to look out for fit girls, I remember when I used to go to town all the time and me and Daniel and Paddy and whoever else was there would look down from the top of the Broad Street Mall and look out for fit girls. I just don't notice fit guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather amusing at Grace, Annabel and Hannah's girlyness in maths yesterday. We were going to have an assebly about academic mentoring, we all knew it was about that but Grace says 'I think it's going to be about the prom' hahahhahaha dream on girly. But nearly every maths lesson they are talking about the prom and planning what they're going to wear, who they're going to go with and will they go in a limo. They seem to think that they'll dress up as Rosalind, go with 'the cutest guy in school', be named prom queen (and then run out crying but have their first kiss on a baseball pitch about a weeks after....:P) I know what I'm going to wear, I got my dress for another party last december, I will proberbly end up going with Emma and I'll proberbly walk from Emma's house to the prom. Haha the girlyness makes me laugh. Meanwhile in maths when they're talking about the prom Luke and I are disscussing genitals. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer being blokey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109648378228122436?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109648378228122436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109648378228122436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109648378228122436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109648378228122436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/girlyness.html' title='Girlyness'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109620973506889020</id><published>2004-09-26T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:42:15.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to town with Emma yesterday. I got my material for tech which was good and i also got new school trouses (size 10!) and a new carigan thingy. We came home quite early as there never seems to be anything to do in town anymore. We saw Tim at the bus stop and chatted to him and then he got on our bus as well because he lives in Burghfield and Emma was asking who he thought was more innocent because she loves it that people get it wrong. So we got in a really hyper mood and were laughing insanly all the way home. We bounced on the tramp and added up how many people have fancied us altogether, which is 21 people!!! I think that's quite impressive for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on MSN and talked to this guy Emma randomly added and did webcam with him which was fun and he said that we were hot which really pleased Emma. We also talked to Chris and he was telling us about how much he hated his life and stuff, he's increasingly reminding me of Paddy. If he wanted to make his life better he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made noodles and watched 'The Full Monty' and after that we went to bed and chatted for ages about anything to do with sex, whenever we strayed from the subject Emma would bring it up again, teehee :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today has been very boring. But yesterday was rather scrummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109620973506889020?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109620973506889020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109620973506889020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109620973506889020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109620973506889020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-went-to-town-with-emma-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109603740718721109</id><published>2004-09-24T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:26:02.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Coolness</title><content type='html'>I've had a very cool day. Well from lunch time to coming home was cool :D&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch was drama which was really &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cool. I was getting extremely pissed off my the moronic twats in our class. GRRR I really cannot stand them!! We spent half the lesson arguing about nothing and every few seconds someone telling someone else to shut up. I just closed my eyes and thought about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lunchtime was rather cool, I had a really nice sandwich and then some of Emma's pasta but she is far too stingy with it for my liking. Emma gave me piggy backs around the MST block and I had a pleasent argument with Daniel about why he won't tell me who he fancies and that I don't fancy Joe Stone (even though I had a very strange dream about him). It was nice spending lunch with Emma but I'm seeing her on Saturday and Sunday so I'll proberbly be tired of her my Monday :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was tech which is ok at the moment becuase I'm making a poncho and it seems easy. Science was also quite cool, talking about things which rapidly turned sick (such things as Genny and half overheard conversations about guys kissing) anyway, very fun, hahahahaha. And it was nice and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm rambling. We played some card game in tutor which was fun. Funfunfun, I love Fridays! They nearly always make me feel happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109603740718721109?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109603740718721109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109603740718721109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109603740718721109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109603740718721109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/coolness.html' title='Coolness'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109595782362402889</id><published>2004-09-23T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:43:43.623Z</updated><title type='text'>No Andy :(</title><content type='html'>I havn't had the greatest day today so when Emma told me Andy was coming to meet her I cheered up a lot because I havn't seen him for a very long time now and I'm starting to miss him. So I was all happy about that then he texted Emma to say his train was delayed and he'd be late :( :(. I was rather annoyed because last week or the week before, I can't rememeber. I thought I was going to see him but then he was ill or something :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that wasn't very good. Actaually I got quite happy in Spanish because we got to sing the alphabet, number and subjects songs! It was so so funny! I snorted, badly, kinda embarressing :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my pound &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; today so I had to borrow one off Emma which I will pay her back with becuase I'm that nice sort of chapess. I've just got home from twilight! Fun! I spent most of it trying to convince Natasha that she's a fitty but she won't believe me. When it was Daniel's party, the five people she played polka with all thought she was a fitty but she insists they must have been joking! It was a bit annoying, why does she have to be so modest?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very annoyed about not seeing Andy, I havn't seen him for about five weeks! I really want to see him soon. I'm thinking about having a sleepover soon so I can get him to come to that. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Emma's seeing him quite a bit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109595782362402889?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109595782362402889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109595782362402889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109595782362402889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109595782362402889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-andy.html' title='No Andy :('/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109579775038640789</id><published>2004-09-21T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:15:50.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Chris has got over his temporary madness at me :S. So many people said to me today 'Chris really hates you' but he seems to have got over it, but you never know with him, he's very two faced. I guess it was a little mean. Emma thinks we were mean but Daniel (who was actually the meanest) and Jon don't think so which is goodish, i think. Maybe Daniel shouldn't have said we were having a secret realtionship but the rest wasn't very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting into an argument with Will in maths when frog woman told us off. It's most annoying, with Andrew Brooker moving somewhere else I am rather lonley.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll live. Lots of lessons with Emma tomorrow I think. I am feeling very close and bondy with her at the moment :D. We had a lot of fun dancing with Richard after twilight, who I also like, in spite of him being unpopular with the rest of my pals (exept maybe Daniel who's fantastic and likes everybody). Richard makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very late for assembly because I was interrogating Jennie but that was quite good becuase it was very boring. I really don't see the point in assemblies. Total waste of time. It's also very annoying that my tutor room is where it is becuase I get crushed when I try and get through the corridor to go to art and I have to walk the other way around the buses which is highly unnatural :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing about such stupid boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109579775038640789?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109579775038640789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109579775038640789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109579775038640789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109579775038640789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-chris-has-got-over-his-temporary.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109570028263903632</id><published>2004-09-20T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:11:22.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>I had to visit the dentist today, I hate going to the dentist because she always scrapes at my teeth that sharp thingy and I'm always scared since having my teeth out that she's going to prod my gums with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was uneventful, my mum said to me on the way back that the dentist must worry about me having babies because I used to make such a fuss. My mum seems to think that I am a breeding tool and as soon as possible I should start spawning hundreds of nasty screaming kids. In the dentist there was a woman with three boys, two of them seemed to be trying to undress each other and sniff each others bums and the other one ran off down the street never to be seen again. No way am I risking having kids like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was painful, especially in the tummy region with period pains and aching bones from excessive coughing. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109570028263903632?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109570028263903632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109570028263903632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109570028263903632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109570028263903632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109559291603033442</id><published>2004-09-19T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-19T11:21:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got picked up at ten to 11, didn't go to sleep untill about 3 in the morning. It's very quiet and lonley when you're the only one awake. I finished my book and wrote and Jon called me at 1 which made me dash disorientatedly around my room trying to locate my phone which was in my pocket. I must remember I have a phone when I get undressed becuase one day it's gonna fall out of my pocket when i hang my trousers up and smash on the floor. Not that it'll matter as I never use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris wasn't there, mwahahahahah. He's telling me that I'm making him jealous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Though I think on Monday everybody who was there will make me jealous :P so I will pay for my evilness towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if it wasn't this time it would have been another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris just said 'So you're planning to live to 18'. He's weird. I think I'll tell him I got very drunk and was taken advantage of. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaal I have to go and bounce on the tramp but my cough is more painful today so not for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109559291603033442?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109559291603033442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109559291603033442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109559291603033442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109559291603033442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/got-picked-up-at-ten-to-11-didnt-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109543515913086525</id><published>2004-09-17T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:32:39.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well arguing with my parents was a shit idea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I bother I always lose.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they be normal and not have to ring people's parents, why can't the accept that my friends arn't testicles???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to be an adult so I don't have to hear them say 'Look, Alice, when you're an adult you can make your own decisions but at the moment we rule your life'.&lt;br /&gt;I am never, ever going to have kids, I couldn't stand it that they were right. I do understand their resons, when they actually give one but I certainly don't agree with them. I'll proberbly be picked up at the dot of 6 or whatever tomorrow and be tucked up in bed, ARGH! They are driving me mad! It's one night, whats gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say to me 'Alice you're so mature and sensible about this', well if I'm so mature why can't i go? how different will it be at night than in the day, my mum says 'It just is' and.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like being sensible and mature. I feel like running through the streets naked at midnight while being taken advantage of my some drunk fool. I can take care of myself. Chris was worrying about me last weekend. How stupid. I had a really bad arguement with him last night so I don't think he's very pleased with me at the moment, I don't care. Sometimes I can't stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very negative post and today I got a D in history and I have to retake it next wedensday after school and a letter is being sent home to my parents. Oh yippee isn't everything going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109543515913086525?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109543515913086525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109543515913086525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109543515913086525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109543515913086525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-arguing-with-my-parents-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109536578878717471</id><published>2004-09-16T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:16:28.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, all resources exhausted I have nothing left to fight with about going to Daniel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it didn't have to like this. I think it's irrational fear that upsets me most. It so wasn't supposed to get like this but I will be fine, I really will, it couldn't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can still go in the day :D (This is a very fake smile by the way, I'm too tired to think and make it real) I'll annoy Chris, that'll make me feel better :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to want me to come though. I still get surprised about people wanting me, it's silly. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be getting upset about this. I mean, one day I'm going to have something worth being upset about but being upset about not going to a sleepover? It's ridiculous. Anyway, as Daniel said, I should be used to it by now. Only I'm not, I've had a year out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Alice! I can go in the day :D that's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109536578878717471?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109536578878717471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109536578878717471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109536578878717471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109536578878717471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-all-resources-exhausted-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109526623676243073</id><published>2004-09-15T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:38:40.723Z</updated><title type='text'>I really do not understand this</title><content type='html'>OMG! OMG! &lt;br /&gt;I can blog again! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not understand this weird world of computer:S. &lt;br /&gt;Biggest mystery of the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am very happy I can blog again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've wanted to blog as well, cuh! How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit pissed off becuase I don't feel well and I'm not allowed to go to Daniel's and the computer being a bum was just a rather evil thing to finish it off. I tried the other computer but that wasn't going to happen. The front room is such a tip! It's full of stuff from the kitchen and newspapers and other random stuff littering the floor. I had to squish my self next to the computer and try and plug in the right wires which are all tangled up under a heap of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being ill and the computer not working I've had quite a dandy time since I last blogged. I went to Daniel's on Saturday which was great, I hardly knew anyone there (Well I used to be friends with people like Alan and James but not for a long time). Emma, Jennie and Natasha were there for a bit but Emma and Jennie went home at about 2 and Natasha was too stoned to be of any great company untill she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite dandy by myself, I chatted to lots of people and felt all confident again which was great because I have been serioulsy lacking in confidence recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting all happy about going to sleepover at Daniel's next Saturday but there's no parents so I'm not allowed :( I am such a good girl, never lie to my parents. Maybe I should but I don't think I can :S. Maybe I can go for the day but I hate that feeling of going home when everybody else stayes. I'll be fine, I'll be able to go some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humdum, I'm sure there was lots I wanted to write about but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy this is back to normal (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109526623676243073?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109526623676243073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109526623676243073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109526623676243073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109526623676243073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-really-do-not-understand-this.html' title='I really do not understand this'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109476236806125966</id><published>2004-09-09T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:39:28.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just spent the last hour or so straightening my hair, it may sound like a waste of time but finally after a year and 4 months I have finally managed the perfect hair straighten. (I havn't actually straightened my own hair since I had it cut at Christmas because it's been too short) Yay! My hair looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I wasn't going to go online today but I had to check my emails and someone finally has bought our sofa! £43, which is quite good I guess, not sure how much we originally paid for it, my mind was set on buying a wig at the time. I have done my homework and have planned out the rest of my homework doing so I don't need to worry and can go to Daniel's without the worry of my homework looming over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see much of Daniel anymore which is rather sad as he is so lovley! Emma and I were having a long msn convo about how lovely he is which I'm sure would make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside if he'd read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked a really nice dinner today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noodly thing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut up an onion, a pepper, a chilli and some beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fry the onion and the pepper and the chilli in a pan in olive oil with some chinease spices&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When that is all done boil some noodles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As the noodles are boiling put the beef in the pan with the peppers and stuff with some soy sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the noodles are done add them and some bean sprouts to the pan, add some more soy sauce and mix around for a bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; Voila! Noodly thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109476236806125966?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109476236806125966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109476236806125966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109476236806125966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109476236806125966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-just-spent-last-hour-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109467061515648803</id><published>2004-09-08T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:10:15.156Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havn't blogged for a while, I tried to blog earlier but it didn't work, grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days havn't been paticually interesting but the weekend was good. On Saturday we went to Mathew's fortieth birthday party and on Sunday the Beakes and the Tighes came round for a barbeque which was really, really fun! We want to have a sleepover on the trampoline soon (or next summer as it's gonna get colder), that would be really cool. It would have been great if they could have slept over on Sunday but it was school the next day. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been talking to Chris on msn, he was having a go at me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. He was saying I was cold or something and had no heart because I said if somebody proposed to me and I didn't want to marry them I'd say no. That is so unreasonable! I'm not gonna break my own heart just so I don't somebody elses.&lt;br /&gt;Jon said I shouldn't bitch about Chris on here becuase he could read it but I don't really care. It struck me today that I don't really care about what people think about me, apart from my really good friends who I want to love me. This is very strange for me, I wonder why? I've always worried about people liking me before so why a change now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck is starting to hurt and I need to get on with something like tech homework so I'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodlepip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109467061515648803?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109467061515648803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109467061515648803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109467061515648803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109467061515648803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-havnt-blogged-for-while-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109424499339702174</id><published>2004-09-03T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:56:33.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Very scary</title><content type='html'>Bolmuir road is for sale again and Shaun sent us the address for looking at it so I've just been looking at pictures. It amazing how little I remember of the inside! I kind of remember it but it looks very different from my memory. The pool looks exactly the same but we have videos of that. Argh! I can't remember anything! In August it was 10 years since we left England which is soooo odd becuase I feel I remember it so well but I don't, not really :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss loads of stuff but it all seems so far away, I miss Michele and Erin and the Hoddinots, even when we last saw them, in Sweden, is five years ago now! I miss all this stuff like swimming and walking around barefoot, running down our gravel drive and not feeling a thing. Playing on the mound at school which we pretended was the mountains and playing 'The Devil's Plot' on the bar thingys. I miss sleepovers with Michele and Erin and making potions and dressing up. I remember we had this face paint that we rubbed off on the back of the curtains. I miss the sofa, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; sofa which was our house/caravan/cage/burrow/tent. I miss being excited by stairs and frost. I miss camping holidays near huge, empty beaches where it took five minutes to run to the sea. I miss seeing people like Robert and James and feeling so sad that they will have no idea who we are when we next see them. I miss having a different family and I miss the incredible excitement we felt about seeing our real family. I miss the sour, disgusting grapes and the yummy rasberries. I miss dunker roos and wind ups. I miss my jelly shoes that I wore untill the stunck so bad we had to through them out. I miss trips the the Hoddinot's gran's deer farm where we shot a rabbit and made sausages from scratch. I miss my old cats, Tomo and Ted. I miss the park where we'd spend hours on the swings. I miss the amazing places like Rotarua and the gorgeous beaches like Raglan with sand dunes no English beach has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back so much but it will all be so different :(&lt;br /&gt;I do love living here though and I wouldn't want to live there again, at least not untill I've grown up, I can't stand leaving everything again. I am so, so glad we went there though, I wouldn't have missed it for the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumdum, I think I hear chocolate beng eaten so I'm going to investigate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109424499339702174?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109424499339702174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109424499339702174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109424499339702174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109424499339702174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/very-scary.html' title='Very scary'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109422483175619753</id><published>2004-09-03T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:20:31.756Z</updated><title type='text'>The truth is out!</title><content type='html'>Well I think I always knew it, but then again could never be sure but it is true! Emma did bunk! Wow after a year and a bit she finally tells me! :P I guess it's good she waited for such a long time as I would have killed her if she'd told me at the time, leaving me alone with no friends on performance day, the one day in arts week I would have spent with her, sobsobsobsob :P&lt;br /&gt;It's funny what a big deal was made out of it all at the time. Humdedum who cares anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other news : Chris sent me an email talking about how he doesn't like it that I go off to the cafeteria with Jon all the time bla bla bla and all of that stuff. But basically he's jealous of Jon!&lt;br /&gt;He was saying that he wants to get to know me more and stuff but I'm not going to stop doing what I usually do to have some meaningful chats with him. If he'd come along this time last year I would have loved it but Jon came along instead, and Chris is too different to me for us to be friends like I am with Jon I think, he reminds me of Paddy and I disagree and argue with him too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humdedum, this weekend should be fun, going to a party tomorrow and having a barbie with the Beakes and the Tighes on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has noticed my punctuation and capital letters which I have been doing for ages but &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people are too dim to notice (Jon hemhem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109422483175619753?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109422483175619753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109422483175619753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109422483175619753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109422483175619753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/truth-is-out.html' title='The truth is out!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109414671458951719</id><published>2004-09-02T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-02T17:38:34.590Z</updated><title type='text'>First day of year 11</title><content type='html'>It went ok. Tutor first and that was good, caught up with Natalie, Jennie and Lauren. We spent the almost the whole of tutor period laughing insanly! Hahahahahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had three lessons today and I had a new teacher for all of them, It was really weird having Miss. Brook again becuase we did all this stuff we did with her in year 7 that I remember so well but it doesn't seem that long ago. Ohhh getting old.....time rushing past......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new science teacher is really weird but funny! He's from somewhere but we don't know where becuase he wouldn't tell Beth :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy got into college! I'm surprised! I thought he wouldn't bother, I guess I shouldn't think that about him. He doesn't seem to like me much anymore :( I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for dinner now, pizza! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109414671458951719?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109414671458951719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109414671458951719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109414671458951719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109414671458951719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-of-year-11.html' title='First day of year 11'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109386474824190040</id><published>2004-08-30T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:21:17.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Writing quite a bit at the moment</title><content type='html'>It's very useful having a blog instead of a dairy becuase i can type faster than I can write and my writings so messy I can't even read it sometimes anyway. I think this could become an addiction though, I talk in my head like I'm talking to someone else, or blogging. Occasionly I talk to myself but that's usually if I'm telling myself off for something. I used to have an imaginary friend, Rosy, she didn't last very long though. Not like Genny's, she had a whole planet of imaginary friends: Silly Cog and Silly curtain being her best friends but there was Silly Owl, Silly Tree, Silly Swing, Silly sofa, Silly everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny and my mum have gone to my grandparents, I didn't really want to drive all the way to Wales just for a day then having to come back on Wednesday. I also havn't had any home days by myself, I love that. I stay at home while everybody else goes out, I eat what and when I want, I can watch T.V without my mum breathing down my neck, I can go online for hours and I usually get a lot done (homework and stuff) when I'm by myself. Gets a bit boring after a while though but the next two days shouldn't be too bad. I have to cook though, If I didn't have my dad here as well that would be ok, noodles both nights but I think my dad gets annoyed by the amount of noodles I cook so I may have to cook stuff that goes in the oven :(. I hate cooking things in the oven, it's so boring! There's nothing to stir or taste and you just sit around while it cooks. If i could cook any other potatoes than baked potatoes then I guess it wouldn't be too bad becuase I wouldn't have to do any oven cooking, but I think my dad really likes potatoes and will expect some. Shame, ovens are an insult to my cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't a clue what to cook though, I don't think my dad would appreciate chicken noodle soup &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;I thought about chicken with tomato sauce but we had that the other night, maybe cajun chicken, I can cook that and most of it isn't oven stuff but I do have to grill the chicken which isn't as fun as frying it. Hmmm maybe cheese sauce, but I'm not as keen on cooking that anymore, I find trying to make sure there arn't any lumps in it very stressful. I'll have a look in the freezer tonight. Maybe I'll just make something up as I go along like Daniel does. We must have some kind of meat that I can fry with tomatoes or onions or peppers in the freezer. Maybe I'll be a nice daughter and cook something in the oven one night *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I bet this ahs been a fascinating post! All about what I'm going to cook! Clare doesn't know how to cook! When I was at Emma's she thought I was very clever being able to cook our lunch, what does she do if everybody goes out or her parents get ill or something. I think she should learn before it's too late. She'll leave home and have to eat sanwiches for the rest of her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humdedum, I wonder what I can do to occupy myself for the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109386474824190040?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109386474824190040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109386474824190040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109386474824190040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109386474824190040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/writing-quite-bit-at-moment.html' title='Writing quite a bit at the moment'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109378514825717821</id><published>2004-08-29T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-29T13:39:02.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Doing something useful for once...</title><content type='html'>Or not, as the case may be, I'm blogging at the moment which I don't consider being very useful. But I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; in the process of doing science coursework. I have been feeling kind of useless and thinking how utterly dull my life is recently, I don't seem to actually do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. If I go out or do some kind of chore for my parents then that's ok but otherwise I just seem to mooch about a lot. It's quite depressing really. The other day I was online for about 6 hours, granted I was having, what I considered, usefull conversations online ie. Helping Andy out with Emma stuff I won't go into and planning with Sam about how to get the person she fancies to fancy her.&lt;br /&gt;But today I think has been ok, I have hoovered, washed up and have done quite a bit of coursework which I am going to proceed to do some more off in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm doing anything tomorrow so the helpless feeling might come back. Maybe I'll cook, I don't much like cooking but I can get really into once I've started. Oh! I know what I was going to do once my homework was out of the way, convert my trousers which don't fit me (They fall off me, the only way I can wear them is if I hold them up which isn't very good if I want to do anything else except stand there) into a pair of short trousers, I'm going to take the waist in as well so that they stay up, and I'm going to use the bottom to make into a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might do something later on this week before the dreaded return to school, I don't know. My mum wants us to have a 'girls day out' on Tuesday or Wednesday, can't say I'm paticulaly keen on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bummer! I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; havn't given Emma her postcard, I've seen her loads since being back, remember next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to do more coursework now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109378514825717821?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109378514825717821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109378514825717821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109378514825717821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109378514825717821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/doing-something-useful-for-once.html' title='Doing something useful for once...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109371931271986862</id><published>2004-08-28T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:42:22.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Emma's today, that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Clare told me all about Reading rock, it sounds so cool! I'm gonna go next year (Although i did say that last year :S) Daniel wants us all to camp next year, I dunno if I'll be allowed though, I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very nice cat today as we were wandering about through Calcot, I named it Tom as he reminded me of my Tomo, I carried him to the end of the road but then he ran off :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked a fabulous lunch for us today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable noodle soup:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fry an onion and a pepper untill they are nice and soft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add boiling water (heated up in the kettle), a vegetable stock cube (or any stock, Emma only has vegetable), a packet of noodles, some frozen peas and some soy sauce (lots of it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave for 4 minuites, stirring so that the noodles separate and get all cooked, sprinkle on some mixed herbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serve out, it is best to use a spaghetti spoon, if you do not have a spaghetti spoon use a ladle and scissors to cut the noodles free from the pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really nice but could have done with more soy sauce, Emma thought her parents would be annoyed if we didn't leave a drip at the bottom of the bottle for them to use when cokking a mini dinner becuase there was no way that amount of soy sauce would give any flavour :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played The Sims, i miss it :( My dad took it off our computer, grrrr, it was slow anyway though. We need a new computer!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a really good time today, I don't think that it is Emma that is annoying me at the moment, i really love her. I think it his everybody else (Chris hem hem) who is getting my goat. They seem to think for some reason, Emma is my 'duty', that I'm being a bad friend. Chris is annoying me alot. He says he is 'emotionally senstive' which means I can't say anything at all that might offen him in some way. If i say 'I want to leave Theale at the end of year 11 becuase I think it would be more exciting' he'll say 'No you can't leave us' Like I'm being cruel to abandon him. Then he can say whatever he feels like to me. Nobody likes to be told that one of their best friends only hangs round with you becuase they want to get into your knickers, I think I am a sensible young chappess who does not believe that at all but if I was 'emotionly sensitive' like Chris then I might be upset. Grrrrr why can't he be a man! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to do what people expect of me, I am more likely to ruin things altogether with Emma if people like Chris keep telling me what I should be doing if I was a 'good' friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yum, dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back after dinner, just wanted to write bit more:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One good thing about Chris is I can ahve a good arguement with him, yesterday I really wanted an arguement, I wanted someone to tell me what a complete bitch I was so I could argue with them that that was not the case, weirrd I know, but i havn't had a really good fight for ages :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109371931271986862?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109371931271986862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109371931271986862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109371931271986862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109371931271986862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/went-to-emmas-today-that-was-fun-emma.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109364215013886288</id><published>2004-08-27T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:31:05.713Z</updated><title type='text'>mmmm *grin*</title><content type='html'>I feel all helpfull and cherished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Dispite our differences you are a very good friend''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pleased that I am so valued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109364215013886288?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109364215013886288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109364215013886288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109364215013886288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109364215013886288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/mmmm-grin.html' title='mmmm *grin*'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109354090566874329</id><published>2004-08-26T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:21:45.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Really angry</title><content type='html'>I came online and Chris starts telling me I should talk to Emma, fair enough, I proberbly should but I don't really think it's his buisness, he makes it his buisness becuase he's obsessed with things staying the same, he believes nothing should ever change and I want to change regarding Emma. We're talking and after a bit i say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is about Jon, she thinks i spend to much time with him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris says those annoying stupid words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But she spends too much time with Andy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but this is different, My relationship with Jon is completly different to Emma's and Andy's. Jon is my good friend, I want to spend time with him. At school I only spend breaktimes and lunch with him though and I spend nearly all my lesson time with Emma, I see a lot more of her out of school that him so actually if I spent less time with Jon i wouldn't be spending any time with him at all. This has got nothing to do with Emma and I spending more time together. As people may have noticed, It never bothered her when Andy was still around. She's bored becuase Sam and Richard are not the most fantastic company (although I like Sam a lot more these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you might have realised I never had a problem with Emma spending all her time with Andy, I just coped with it and I thought it was perfectly fair as all together I have proberbly spent more time with Emma than Andy has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why Emma is a bit annoyed, I think she's more scared that i'll like Jon more than her than she is worried we don't see each other as much as we used to, but I really don't think it is anybody elses buisness to complain about me and what I do. I shouldn't have to do what people expect of me and i definatly should not become 'bestest of friends' with Emma again so that they can feel nothing has changed and it's all good and dandy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'I spend too much time with Jon stuff' is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; getting on my tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109354090566874329?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109354090566874329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109354090566874329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109354090566874329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109354090566874329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/really-angry.html' title='Really angry'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109336807765623659</id><published>2004-08-24T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:21:17.656Z</updated><title type='text'>In the last 4 days, 3 of them I have spent in town</title><content type='html'>Went to town &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;today, We got Daniel's present ('The Used' Album) then Emma was meeting up with Sam, Luke, Andy and Karen becuase it's Sam's birthday today and they were all going to go to the cinema and then as I was in town with Emma, Sam invited me so I went along too. Went and saw 'The Village', really really shit film! The "ones we do not speak of" looked a cross between a wild boar and a porqupine, throughout the film you kept expecting something to happen and it never did. I kinda wish I'd just come home and mooched, I would definatly not recommend 'The Village' (unless giant porqupines turn you on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow My family is meeting up with the Newmans, joy of joys. I don't think I can stand a whole day with Grace, she's very nice, in short sessions. If it rains we'll go shopping and if not it'll be a picnic. Oh I can't wait (not). Hopefully if it is a picnic we'lljust go somewhere like pangbourne so we don't have to spend too long out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry, all I've eaten today has been half a muffin, no strawberry laces for the cinema!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109336807765623659?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109336807765623659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109336807765623659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109336807765623659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109336807765623659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-last-4-days-3-of-them-i-have-spent.html' title='In the last 4 days, 3 of them I have spent in town'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109328895558208250</id><published>2004-08-23T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-23T19:22:35.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was going to be my homework and trampoling day (as I havn't tramped for so long *guilty look*) but Daniel rang and asked if I wanted to go into town with him so i decided that would be more fun. I was a bit oo erish when I had agreeed to go to town as I had my homework to do and I'm supposed to be going into town with Emma tomorrow (I had hoped she say she was busy seeing Andy but she's seen him today which isn't going to my 'making Emma see she is unfair' plan). Anyway, I was really glad I went into town because I had a really good time with Daniel :D I don't think I've been into town with him since last summer and it was good to have him just to myself to chat to and stuff (even though that sounds a bit possesive :S) We went to Nando's and I had a chicken burger which was really spicy but not as spicy as Daniel's pitta which was so spicy he looked like he was really upset and crying. We wandered about a bit and spent ages in The Body Shop trying on lots of moistursing cream and stuff and now my hands smell very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me why he's been so upset and angry for the past few days which I'm pleased about because that means he trusts me, yay! Then he was saying somebody had to tell me the truth about something and he didn't like the way they wern't telling me everything so I was getting really interested untill I found out what it was which was very boring but I'm glad he thinks I should have been told the truth, even though all this happened a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to his house but were locked out so talked to his neighbours, who are little boys and annoying for a while then we sat in his tent and bitched. Emma and Andy came over and Andy climbed through the window to let us in and we ate some left over cake from saturday. I was going to go home by bus but missed it (again!) and my dad had to come and pick me up which i think annoyed him, oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a rather good day on the whole :D I have to go and buy Daniel's present tomorrow with Emma so I might bring up the unfairness then, or not, I don't like bringing stuff up :S. At least I have an idea for Daniel's present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109328895558208250?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109328895558208250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109328895558208250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109328895558208250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109328895558208250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-going-to-be-my-homework-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109320545497356520</id><published>2004-08-22T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:10:54.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Last few days</title><content type='html'>I havn't written since...uh.. Thursday so i'll just blog a bit about the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday i did nothing, i was really bored and didn't get any work done, i watched a western with Genny and Rhea, oh the joy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was much better, I went into town with Jon and saw I Robot then we went to Daniel's because it was his birthday, that was good. Jon was being very dad like and not letting me put cider in my interesting drink i was making which i think was a bit unfair since he'd been telling me i was acting like Daniel's mum, hurumph :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted to Chris a bit about Emma (surprise surprise) I must be pissing everybody off so much by complaining about Emma :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to see my Nanny and we went out for lunch which was nice, then we went to see my great uncle Frank who is ill :( he's so lovely it's really sad. He has a lovely lovely dog who i want to keep forever even though i don't usually like dogs. Nanny gave me and Genny £10 each! Isn't that nice? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my rabbit might be depressed :S He seems quiet, oh dear. He needs to go to the vets to get a booster jab soon anyway so they can check that he is a happy undepressed bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109320545497356520?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109320545497356520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109320545497356520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109320545497356520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109320545497356520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-few-days.html' title='Last few days'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109293681083804290</id><published>2004-08-19T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:33:30.836Z</updated><title type='text'>I hope i do not have to take back my words</title><content type='html'>A while ago i was saying i was going to have good holidays but if i sit around at home for the rest of the holidays they will not be good! I will become a very sad loner (like Jon:p kidding, please don't hate me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i'm over exxagerating, today hasn't been &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; bad, i did manage to get some homework done and then I watched Chocolat, which was good, but not as good as the book, but it had Johnny Depp in and he is so pretty! I still have a ton of coursework to do which is not good but hopefully one day i might be able to understand it and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well i should be doing stuff soon, it's just annoying me that Genny is having a life today and i'm not, i suppose i always have the builders (or builder as it is) for company if i'm desperate. The builders son goes to my school but i don't think i've ever seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have blogged twice today which is a bit excesive as i don't suppose any of this is paticually fascinating, i'll just make some interesting stuff up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mass muderer, i'm on the run from the law, I killed seven people with my fabulous sword that cuts through anything and i cut these people into little pieces and i keep the pieces in a small pouch which i carry about in a bum bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109293681083804290?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109293681083804290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109293681083804290' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109293681083804290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109293681083804290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hope-i-do-not-have-to-take-back-my.html' title='I hope i do not have to take back my words'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109292157308978692</id><published>2004-08-19T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:19:33.090Z</updated><title type='text'>My arm still hurts</title><content type='html'>It still hurts after 3 days! my right arm doesn't hurt much anymore but my left arm is still quite painful, it is quite confuddling :s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored today, Genny's gone to town with Rhea, I need to go into town soon to get Daniel and Sam birthday presents. I think Daniel's having a sleepover or something on saturday (which is his birthday) For once I am at home for Daniel's birthday, Emma's not which is a bit of a pain for her but she has gone to his last 3 birthday thingys and I havn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a nice few hours with Emma yesterday, i felt more close to her than the day before, sometimes it's like i don't really know her anymore and we're being polite to each other but actualy thinking something else. I'm not sure that makes sense :s. Well basically we're not that close anymore and i don't really think we will be even though we said we'd make an effort to spend more time with each other in school which i think is a little unfair because she didn't care about how much she saw me when Andy was still around but anyway i'll just do what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Beth last night, she and Joe split up :( i guess it wasn't going too well. They had been arguing for a bit and she felt she was around him too much then they had a really long chat and sorted it out and Beth decided she was in love with him but i don't think it was even going that well after then, I havn't spent much time with her recently so i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say in my return from holiday post that while i was in Germany something very exciting happened!!!! I opened my winder to find i had won £5!!!!! there was actually cash inside my winder packet!!!! Then a few days later, i opened another winder and won &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; £5!!!! I mean, what are the chances?!? I gave my second £5 to Genny though becuase I am a lovely sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i have anyhting else to report, i'm bored, I want to do something :( Oh well hopefully i'll go to Daniel's on saturday and i'll try to think of something to do tomorrow, grrrr what a trial :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao darlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109292157308978692?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109292157308978692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109292157308978692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109292157308978692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109292157308978692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-arm-still-hurts.html' title='My arm still hurts'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109285924409841435</id><published>2004-08-18T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-18T20:00:44.100Z</updated><title type='text'>I thought the washing up was over</title><content type='html'>but it's not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming today, it was pretty good, we were in the pool for 3 hours and i was wrinkly and shrivelled like a prune. I got back so late because burghfield buses are crap and i had to wait forever for a bus and my parents were eating so they wouldn't come and pick me up. Grr. It was ok though becuase i had some chips. I talked lots with Emma which was good as i didn't the other night, am i a bad friend? Oh of course not, she's just as bad, shut up Alice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i must get out tomorrow or my mum mught make me do some gardening *shudder* i hate gardening, i don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to leave my lovely blog now as i am in high demand of many people who want to talk to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109285924409841435?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109285924409841435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109285924409841435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109285924409841435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109285924409841435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-thought-washing-up-was-over.html' title='I thought the washing up was over'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109276792266266515</id><published>2004-08-17T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:38:42.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Emma's sleepover</title><content type='html'>Emma's sleepover was really really good :D it was so great to see all my friends again, i'm feeling sooooooo happy at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;But also very tired as although i didn't go to sleep too late last night i woke up at like, 5 in the morning. It wasn't as bad as it usually is though when i wake up too early because Jon was awake too and we got up and took the tent pegs out of Sam, Chris, and Luke's tent and then spent the morning saying 'Daniel!' in a really high pitched voice then he'd open his eyes for a second and go back to sleep again, i don't know how he manages to do that as i could never have got back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a bit of a giggle as my granny would say, Daniel started going on about how periods are affected by the moon and Andy was making it so funny. Hahahahhaahhahah i love to laugh, unfortunatly i always seem to end up sounding like some kind of animal (usually a pig), hurumph :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't spend much time with Emma, before i left for ze German land i had a very long and interesting conversation with her which was very good but i felt slightly awkward around her, not a lot, but i just felt i didn't know her as well as i used to. Oh well, had fun anyway :D grin grin grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very tired though, i want to go to bed but i need to eat something first or i'll perish in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109276792266266515?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109276792266266515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109276792266266515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109276792266266515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109276792266266515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/emmas-sleepover_17.html' title='Emma&apos;s sleepover'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109264852260643264</id><published>2004-08-16T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:04:11.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Home from Germany</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I've brushed my hair! I now no longer look like a cave woman crossed with a sheep! I look like a gorgeous human being :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany was quite cool, the first week was ok but the second one was really good :). I'm rather pleased to be home and i'm going to Emma's later to mix with real people insted of my psycotic family. I mean they were pretty good considering their very odd obbsesions but it will be nice to talk to people who don't have irrational fears of pike, have to go into every church they see or sing songs out of tune at the top of thier voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bit of Germany was when we hired a boat on this gorgeous lake and went swimming, the lake was so lovely at was really clear and blue. My favorite place we went to wasn't actually in Germany, it was Salzburg in Austria, we went on a sound of music tour, Genny and my mum are obbsessed, it is so funny. Salzburg is so pretty. In the evening Genny and I ran through the park place where some of the sound of music was filmed singing 'do ra mi' And now i'm going to Emma's tonight to annoy her again with songs from the sound of music. Genny and my mum are going to a sound of music sing along in october where you dress up as people from the sound of music, watch the film and sing along to the songs, i'm not quite sad enough to go to that. They're obsessed about costumes though, whenever they saw a nun they disscussed the best way to mug her for her wimple. Ahhhh my strange, deluded family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back last night and my mum said i would be too tired to go online which was very unfair as i was untired enough to unpack, grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i don't think i have anything else to report exept none of my friends, family or pets are dead, hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109264852260643264?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109264852260643264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109264852260643264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109264852260643264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109264852260643264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/08/home-from-germany.html' title='Home from Germany'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109118100736067121</id><published>2004-07-30T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-30T09:50:07.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Last blog for a bit</title><content type='html'>This will be my last blog for a couple of weeks untill my return from frankfurter land.&lt;br /&gt;We have to get up at some highly immoral time of the morning tomorrow to go and catch a horrible ferry where i shall proberbly be seasick and cold. I guess Germany will be quite cool and it seems like we're doing interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're just packing and stuff, i've been really good and cleaned out Angus's hutch and cleared up the kitchen. My mum is making me hoover the house as well, i don't see the point, we're away, we're not gonna be looking at our messy house but all parents seem to be like that :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide what cds to take in the car, i want to stop my mum taking Elvis Presly love songs, i agree with Nora Jones and Simon and Garfunkel but Elvis Presly is going to take up a cd space where i could have Red Hot Chilli Peppers or Idlewild. Oh well maybe i can sneakily 'lose' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go and pack my bag with stuff to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarra everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109118100736067121?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109118100736067121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109118100736067121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109118100736067121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109118100736067121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-blog-for-bit.html' title='Last blog for a bit'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109111767887774852</id><published>2004-07-29T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-29T16:14:38.876Z</updated><title type='text'>1 day left at lovely home</title><content type='html'>We go to Germany on Saturday, i get to wash my hair in my own clean&amp;nbsp;shower and sleep ina comfortable bed instead of a lumpy tent for the last time tomorrow night. I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;looking forward to going but it seems like such a long time to be away for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel came over today which i was really pleased about because it's not often he makes an effort to come over to burghfield. We didn't do much exept chat and tramp a bit but it was nice. Emma didn't come because she was painting her room, i won't see her again now before we go away, nevermind i see her as sson as i come back, and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings towards Emma and Daniel and everyone keep changing, one minuite i think they're great and i want to spend time with them then the next i can't stand them. I really enjoyed talking to Daniel today, when we have a good chat i always want to tell him everything and so he ends up knowing a lot of stuff i wasn't planning on telling him :s oh well, i trust him, i really do, Emma doesn't but i don't think thats very good because he'll be less likely to keep her stuff. I don't see why she doesn't trust him, i think he's more trustworthy than me, i seem to be such a gossip *guilty face* but i am keeping some people's stuff because i like them more than others and i want them to keep my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladeda, i'm feeling sort of jolly, Julia and co are coming over for a barbie, should be yummy, if a little stressful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109111767887774852?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109111767887774852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109111767887774852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109111767887774852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109111767887774852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/1-day-left-at-lovely-home.html' title='1 day left at lovely home'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109104022995455104</id><published>2004-07-28T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:43:49.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so, so tired, i stayed up really late talking to Genny last night. I sometimes forget about how good she can be to talk to. She's very down to earth and is great at telling me the truth about stuff, which in a way is annoying because it means i can't live in my little fantasy world of everything being how i want it to be but it's good because she makes me think about what everything is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like. It was a really good talk though, i was feeling a bit down about stuff and a little confused as well but she made me laugh so much by talking about how we are 'upper class mean princesses' and how we live in our 'castle' looking over all the scummy people in burghfield and how if we ever started smoking we'd do it with style with long cigarette holders like Cruella De Vil has.&lt;br /&gt;That proberbly makes no sense but it did in our conversation, the great thing is we feel almost exactly the same about stuff and it makes us laugh to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Luke are coming over tomorrow (hopefully) which i'm really, really pleased about because they don't often make the effort to get over to burghfield ("but Alice, we have to catch a bus! that's just too much"). So i'm feeling more positive about them again. I keep going up and down about how i feel towards my 'old' friends (the ones i've had since year 7) I think i'm outgrowing them. I don't always want to hang out with people who's idea of fun is to nick dog poo fine signs, roll cigarettes and talk about electric guitars. They seem to be typical boring teenagers and I don't want to be like that. Last summer that was all i wanted, to be like them but I don't think i ever could be, i'm too different. Yesterday when i was at Daniel's, Emma, Clare and Sam were always together and i was with Daniel. Emma, Clare and Sam all suit each other so well and i don't feel part of them. I don't care because I don't want to be like them but it is odd that Emma is my best friend but i don't seem to have much in common with her anymore, we seem part of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all keeps confuddling me but i know that when i leave school i'm going to have a completly different, more interesting life and school will seem insignificant and petty compared to other stuff. I think i realise this while Emma and Daniel don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and feed the pets now, our neighbours are away and they have 2 fat rats (gizmo 1 and 2), some fish, a cat (dead cat) and 4 guinea pigs (lesliey 1, 2, 3 and 4) !!!! that's a lot of pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109104022995455104?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109104022995455104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109104022995455104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109104022995455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109104022995455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-so-so-tired-i-stayed-up-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109095461631098399</id><published>2004-07-27T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:56:56.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over to ye olde Calcot today. I went to Daniel's with Emma, Clare and Sam. It was soooo much better than the last few times i went there! I ate! Daniel cooked us one of his delicious pasta lunches. Yumyumyumyumyum. It reminded me of last summer, but without the argumentitive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i felt a little bit of left-outness that i havn't felt for a very long time because next week they're all going to meet up while i'm away, in a way it's not that great, feeling left out but also good because it means maybe i'm not quite as bored with them and i feel more like i'm part of them again, good good good. Also i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bothered about being left out so maybe i can have the best of both feelings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping for clothes to go to Germany with tomorrow, goody, my mum can buy me lots of stuff! Only downside is i hate shopping with my mum, she thinks that everything i could ever want in my whole life can be found in TK Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling rather jolly all day and i'm still all happy :D I feel rather dandy and loved :D smily smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109095461631098399?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109095461631098399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109095461631098399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109095461631098399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109095461631098399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-over-to-ye-olde-calcot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109084340732565585</id><published>2004-07-26T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-26T12:03:27.326Z</updated><title type='text'>At home...</title><content type='html'>Kinda boring, I rang Beth to see if she wanted to meet today instead and after lots of 'maybe, well if i get a better offer then i won't bother but if not.....' well she didn't actually say that but thats the gist of it. Anyway she got a better offer so it's a dullish home day today.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel rang me up to see if i wanted to go over to Calcot to meet up with him and Emma and Luke and people but i can't really get there as my mum's out, well i can, but i'd rather stay at home scoffing nectarines than wandering around in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;God, it doesn't feel like summer! It should be sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched '10 things i hate about you' this morning, i love that film! it's sooooo romantic (just going a bit girly there) but it is so so lovely, ahhhhh :) and it has cool music in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalla if it was sunny then i could tramp, bummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda weird about staying at home and not caring about going out with Daniel, i mean, last year i would have got up, gone out and caught a bus to his and even if i had a really boring day i'd still enjoy being with them. But these days i just seem to get &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not sure if it's doing nothing or whether i'm bored with them. Yesterday i didn't do much at Natasha's but i wasn't bored. If i had to choose people to hang out with this summer i don't think they would be at the top of my list, i like being with them but i get kinda bored :s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genny's making us some yummy potato waffles for lunch, i love it when my parents go out, we can eat anything, i always seem to end up eating a lot of fruit yumyumyum peaches and nectarines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spose i ought to do some homework but the end of the holidays is so far off............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109084340732565585?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109084340732565585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109084340732565585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109084340732565585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109084340732565585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/at-home.html' title='At home...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109077426863812885</id><published>2004-07-25T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:34:25.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Got my own back (for once)</title><content type='html'>I went out today and Beth asked if I wanted to meet up but i was out! Usually this is the other way around, ohhhh i feel so powerful!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Natasha's, it was cool, Natasha and Jennie met me in town then we went to the river by WOMAD and went on her boat, he boat is so cool! I want to live on one, well just for a bit, i quite like my big house. We played pass the parcel because it was one of Natasha's mum's friend's birthday and Jennie got some face paints and our faces were covered in writing and pictures, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skirt is done! It is soooooo beautiful! Here's what i want everybody to say when they see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person: &lt;/strong&gt;Wow Alice! that skirt is gorgeous! where did you get it from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, you know, just a little something i threw together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh you are so talented and fantastic, MARRY ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe that's taking things a bit &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; far but i feel very pleased with myself for actually finishing it. This morning i got up at 8 to finish it and i didn't eat anyhting untill i got to town i was so into my sewing. In fact, all i've eaten today has been a blueberry muffin and some cake. Oh well, dinner soon, but i'm not actually that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this man was peeing in the river! At first i didn't think he was peeing because there was so much but he was &lt;em&gt;peeing in the river!&lt;/em&gt; Natasha said that it was a big river so it didn't really make a difference but it was a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of pee! GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to clear up my sewing stuff now, tarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109077426863812885?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109077426863812885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109077426863812885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109077426863812885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109077426863812885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/got-my-own-back-for-once.html' title='Got my own back (for once)'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109060179639609995</id><published>2004-07-23T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:56:36.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm making a skirt, quite odd for me because i hate sewing but i couldn't find one in the shops. I want a blue, tie dyed, long, flared skirt and i'm just about to dye my fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Ben and Joe to see Shrek2 today, it was good, Ben and Joe were really well behaved and were good about crossing roads and hurrying to woolworths etc. The we met up with Julia and had lunch in Pizza express where i have never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my skirt done in time for going out on sunday but knowing my sewing skills maybe not. I think Natasha's party will be really fun! she said to bring people but everybody seems to be away at the moment, i think Emma's going but she's going to WOMAD so might just be there for a bit. I'm babysitting tomorrow night which is a pain because i could have stayed over at Natasha's but good because it means MONEY!! and i need money now because the material for my skirt cost 19 pounds!!!!!! The people i babysit for are moving to America though! I won't be able to babysit anymore! sobsobsobsobsob:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany next weekend, I'm not going to see people for so long! I havn't seen Andy for ages and he goes to this drama thing next week then i go away, and Jon's already away then he comes back when i go away. Oh well i'll proberbly see everyone the day after i get back because Emma's having her sleepover then. I'm also proberbly not going to even talk to Jo untill we go back because she's away so much, it's a shame, we have good convos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablablabla i can't think of any other news or stuff to say, i'm about to go and do something &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sad, i won't say what it is, evrybody will point and laugh and i will shunned from socaity (it's not that bad but it's nice to inject a bit of excitement into stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109060179639609995?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109060179639609995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109060179639609995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109060179639609995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109060179639609995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-making-skirt-quite-odd-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179576.post-109051662302903608</id><published>2004-07-22T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:17:03.030Z</updated><title type='text'>I am going to have good holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>Lokks like these holidays are going to be more socail than the last:D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going into town to see Shrek, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;with my cousins but it's better than doing nothing and my cousins are really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday i'm going to Natasha's boat warming party which should be reeeeealy cool (and hippyish) i should hopefully see Emma again next week before i go away then when i get back it's Emma's sleepover then Daniel's and Sam's birthday sleepover then i might have a big one because my parents think our new house is great for parties. Funfunfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my hair go curly again which i am very happy about, i don't need to worry about my hair in Germany at all, god! i'm so shallow :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even started my english homwork! shocking! but i only did question one and three. i don't want to leave all my homework till the last minute but i think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time at Emma's being a hippy and listening to Bob Dylan and Barry Mcguire, we also listened to The Kinks a lot and Greenday. yumyumyum i wish we could download music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta dash, i'm being summond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179576-109051662302903608?l=ieatbrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/feeds/109051662302903608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179576&amp;postID=109051662302903608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109051662302903608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179576/posts/default/109051662302903608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatbrains.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-going-to-have-good-holidays.html' title='I am going to have good holidays!!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06759400725293146601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
