<?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-7321372</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:25:55.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert Name Here]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321372.post-110518686259551522</id><published>2005-01-08T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T04:21:02.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10044957@N00/3096495/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3096495_487d4212eb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10044957@N00/3096495/"&gt;The Hat&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/10044957@N00/"&gt;DestinyLeigh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture of Chris I was on about. He looks better in the Oreos one, but he still looks cute, bless him!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-110518686259551522?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110518686259551522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=110518686259551522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110518686259551522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110518686259551522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/hat.html' title='The Hat'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321372.post-110518665128687005</id><published>2005-01-08T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:41:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Once Again...</title><content type='html'>As I predicted me and Barker didn't work out too well, it's still very confused and complicated, but then again everyone says their relationships are, even though from everyone else's point of view they're stupidly simple...&lt;br /&gt;    I think we wanted different things, 'cause he completely ignores me when his friends are there (except Dash), but then when we're alone it's a battle to get him away from me! For example:&lt;br /&gt;    On Wednesday night I decided I was going to come to my dad's house, as my internet wire at my mum's is broken, and Becca was going into town so I agreed I'd hang out with them for a while. Anyway, it turned out Barker was with them and in an entire two hours all he said to me was: "So...how are you?" when Becca, Downzie and Katy wandered off in front, and then when I said to Becca I was gonna go in a while he suggested he walk with me, as seen as his house was on the way and he needed to go to home for some reason and then he would go back into town. He actually went off before me, but the same time I wanted to leave, so I waited for him to walk out the upper exit of the Brunswick and then legged it to the lower floor and came out the other entrance, closest to the direction we both wanted to be in, and I walked quite fast as so to avoid him, but he ran up behind me and started to walk with me. I didn't mind at first, but then we came to the road where we could go two ways, one where he would come out on his street and the other going along the road going past his house. So of course as he headed towards the first option, I quickly took the second, but he said "Oh, are you going that way? I'll come with you." and followed. We carried on walking and he asked what was wrong with me and why I was so quiet, and I just said I was feeling a bit out of it, using the period pains I'd had that weekend as my cover, and he gave me a hug. I returned it, but pulled away quicker than normal and carried on walking, and he put his arm round my waist! Usually I would do the same to him, but I kinda refused and then gave him a quick hug outside his house and walked off quickly...baring in mind I didn't make eye-contact with him once, he didn't seem to bothered what was actually wrong with me...even when I hugged him I just turned my head right away from him, as normally when we pull away from a hug we end up getting off, so that left him kinda thrown, and when I didn't put my arm around his waist, he sorta started to pull away, as if unsure, put then put if back, holding me a little closer. It's damn confusing!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, Elliot is convinced that he's fallen in love with me, but as I myself was one a screaming fangirl (oh, the shame!), I know what it's like to IMAGINE or THINK you're in love. He actually might be, and I've always believed you could fall in love even at our age (even though he's in the year above me), but it just doesn't seem likely for some reason. He's in Kenya at the moment anyway and has called and txt me everyday except yesterday and today, but I think he's in trouble for putting £45 on his dad's phone just on Thursday and using it to call me...in all he reckons he's used over £100 contacting me since he went on...erm...Saturday? And he's bought me an 18kr gold bracelet AND wants me to go to New York and Canada for 9 days in April, and I don't have to pay for the plane or anything. I don't think it's a very good idea, I don't want him to get the WRONG idea...He's practically begging me to go out with him, and it feels like he's bribing me, but I just don't want to go out with him. I honestly don't really see him in that way. At all.&lt;br /&gt;    And then there's Chris, which is another reason not to go out with Elliot. I sorta vowed to myself that I would be single when I go to see him in April, after he had that as one of his New Years Resolutions...I have another photo of him too, in this random little hat his mum knitted him, it looks kinda cute though...&lt;br /&gt;    I've made up with Becca, but she now knows exactly what I've done with Barker *cough*...and she let Downzie find out, who told Ozzy and Kerrie. Ozzy told like all of them lot and keeps asking me about it, and Kerrie told Sarah and Angela. Annabelle heard me and Becca talking about it, and now Amy and Abby know too. And also Craig Blair, who goes to my school but is friends with Elliot, has got the idea I did stuff with Elliot too. Which is ALMOST true. He wanted me to do stuff, but I definately did not! Thankfully...&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not being to hard on Kerrie about telling people though, as I found out the reason her mum split up with Dave last year, after 9 years, is that he went into Kerrie's room on a night and tried it on with her...that's when there was all the stuff about Becca going on, 'cause she started telling people that she's been beaten up and abused as a kid, 'cause she didn't like the attention Kerrie was getting 'cause of it. Kerrie had to talk to police and counsellors and everything...&lt;br /&gt;    I'll post again some time soon, when I've organised my life a bit for a whole New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-110518665128687005?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110518665128687005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=110518665128687005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110518665128687005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110518665128687005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-once-again.html' title='New Year Once Again...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-110418819032321620</id><published>2004-12-27T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:56:30.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresa a Mi</title><content type='html'>   Well...I'm kinda going out with Barker. KINDA. It's not really too successful, and he wants to kill Elliot, literally.&lt;br /&gt;   Just after my last post he called me and asked me out, it's just 'cause I wrote that isn't it? He said he loves me ALREADY after I've only known him about 4 days, and he wonders why I argue with him about it...I do like him. A lot. But I'm not sure if it's gonna work out, unless we get Elliot totally out of the picture, meaning I can't call him, talk to him or hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;   I don't want to doubt that it's gonna work though, 'cause doubt is what makes things fail, right? Don't really know what I'm on about...&lt;br /&gt;   Barker's also in a bit of a panic, he thinks I'm getting beaten up or something 'cause I've got bruises all over me that I can't explain (mainly 'cause I actually don't know how I got them), and I've got little cuts on my wrists. I'm not sure why I did it, I don't want to die or anything, I just wanted to cut myself. They're not deep, I mean, they did bleed a bit, but now they're just pink slashes.&lt;br /&gt;   Elliot noticed as well, but 'cause it was a little swollen and looked as if it was bruised, I passed it off as falling over.&lt;br /&gt;   I dunno what I'm doing lately, Becca's falling out with me I think, she'd getting more and more distant and has said stuff to people about me...I'm gonna try and talk to her about it and see what's going on before I presume though...&lt;br /&gt;   Can't really be bothered to write a lot. Don't seem to be assed with the computer anymore, I just wanna be out all the time. Luv Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-110418819032321620?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110418819032321620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=110418819032321620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110418819032321620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110418819032321620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/regresa-mi.html' title='Regresa a Mi'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-110391478027161859</id><published>2004-12-24T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T10:59:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever jingles your bells...</title><content type='html'>   Gawd! I've had so much guy trouble since I met Downzie and that lot. You'd think I had mistletoe permanently taped to my forehead (We see the Christmas theme here?)!&lt;br /&gt;   I wrote about the Downzie thing where we were watching the Grudge, right? Well that's the least of my troubles!&lt;br /&gt;   Becca, Neil, Ozzy and Downzie were all drinking at Becca's house on a Saturday night, and I had a bit of this mix Downzie had made that had loads of different things in, but Neil got proper pissed, and had cider and stuff as well...I was already a bit stressed out, and when Neil tried to get off with me in the doorway of Becca's kitchen I'd decided I'd had enough and after quickly saying goodbye to Becca and Downzie I sorta stormed out, stepping over Neil in the hallway where I'd left him after I'd shoved him away from me.&lt;br /&gt;   It wasn't really a big deal, only that Elliot had asked me out the previous night, and I hadn't given a definite answer, I just kept saying: "I dunno...I dunno..." and pretending I was drunk 'cause Becca actually was, but Ozzy started talking to me like I was a complete retard and going: "Kayleigh? It's Ozzy...you remember who Ozzy is, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;   Also that night I'd told Downzie that Elliot had asked me out, 'cause Becca was too drunk to talk to him on the phone, and I knew he'd called Elliot after he'd finished talking to me, but apparently he'd had a go at Elliot about it, saying he was scaring me or something...&lt;br /&gt;   On the Wednesday, last week the day before yesterday...yeah, something like that...Mum let me skip last two lessons to go see Elliot at College with Becca. So we left school at lunch and went into town, and Elliot was trying to impress me on the guitar (he even told me).&lt;br /&gt;   Then the day after, the Thursday, I agreed to meet Elliot after school 'cause we had a little argument after I said I wouldn't go to a gig with him Wednesday night and he said it was just 'cause I didn't want to hang out with him. Anyway, I sat with him in the Crescent (a little park in town) and he kept putting his hands down my top and I agreed to kiss him, but wouldn't get off with him (until later when he was EXTREMELY drunk). I agreed to give him a try, so I had him on trial period.&lt;br /&gt;    THEN...what happened after that? Well, Elliot got grounded 'cause he was full paralytic and trashed Tescos, before being escorted home. But on the Friday, I think, he snuck out to see me, trekking from Osgoby (Yeah, I know it's spelt wrong, so sue me!)all the way to Scarborough, through fields and falling in a river in the process, and dropping his phone in it.&lt;br /&gt;   That night he also got to sleep over at my mum's house 'cause it was 11pm till my mum got in, and he didn't want to go home and face his parents, so 'cause mum was a little drunk and in a good mood she let him sleep on the air-bed on the floor of our room. And...*cough*...me and him...well, did a tad more than getting off. And Downzie and Becca found out he'd had my top of at one point...*blush*&lt;br /&gt;   I he also came out to see me over the weekend at some point, Saturday or Sunday, and he was full suicidal 'cause his parent's had taken ALL FIVE of his guitars off him.&lt;br /&gt;   In fact, he did come out Saturday night, 'cause it was Snowave! It was a bit of a crap gig, but me and Anna just hung out all night and enjoyed ourselves, and Barker was apparently with us that night...&lt;br /&gt;   THEN (again) on the Monday...NO, Tuesday, 'cause I was supposed to go to XS with Becca and Kerrie, but didn't... I met Barker properly (*cough*) after he'd kept nicking my hat and got us chucked out of Olympia for running about. After we hung around on the sea front, Becca got all sulky after I'd been wrestling with Downzie for my hat, and I sat with her, but she moved after just a minute or two, so Barker replaced her and put his arm around my waist, so we walked up town with our arms around each other and ended up randomly getting off in the town center. ;) But before we had, Ozzy and Downzie started pretending to beat Barker up and calling him a 'woman stealing bastard' and stuff, and saying I was being harsh on Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;   So Barker was txting me until, like, I went to bed, and I called Elliot to say I didn't want to go out with him, and it turned out Neil had told him I got of with someone, but I had to tell him it was Barker, who he'd met the previous day at Snowave.&lt;br /&gt;   Then I went to another gig on Wednesday and didn't enjoy myself at first, 'cause Barker was ignoring me, but I got VERY hyper with Angela, so hyper in fact people kept asking if we were drunk or stoned, and Barker left early.&lt;br /&gt;   THEN he called me later asking if I'd enjoyed myself and apologizing for ignoring me, and saying he left 'cause he was bored and it was shit. But then Elliot called me on my house phone at the same time, so I was talking to them both, but Elliot got all sulky and went off the phone. But he called me back when I got into bed and I talked to him in whispers until mum came to bed, and he asked if I went out with Barker, but I just laughed and said no.&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday I did bugger all 'cause Becca was messin' me about, so I just stayed in and returned the favor by helping Chris solve his girl problems, and in the morning I was on the phone to Elliot for an hour and a half! Dash also txt me off Barker's phone asking me out for Barker, but I had no credit, so didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;   Then today Dash txt me again, telling me to answer the question, so I called to sort it out, but left Barker to beat up Dash for it. Dash must have called me back about 6 times and wouldn't let me go to get changed to meet Becca at 11:30am.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, today was wicked as me, Downzie, Barker and Ben got to hang out on our own for a while and went round all the game shops before getting a pizza! DREAM DAY OR WHAT? To top it off Downzie lifted me up and turned me upside down, and I randomly ended up getting off with Barker again, even though we said it wasn't going to happen again. I'm not sure why it's happened twice now...Becca kept saying we suited each other, more than me and Elliot, but I don't think we'll end up going out...we might, but I'm not sure it's gonna happen...&lt;br /&gt;   I'll keep you posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-110391478027161859?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110391478027161859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=110391478027161859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110391478027161859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110391478027161859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/whatever-jingles-your-bells.html' title='Whatever jingles your bells...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-110141566140585303</id><published>2004-11-25T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:21:53.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, ACTION!</title><content type='html'>    Right, I'd wrote loads towards this post, but I have so much to write that I'll do it point by point, in order of when it happened. I wouldn't normally do it like this, but I've been so super busy! Woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - I probably told you: Me, Becca and Kerrie slept at Nicolle's for her birthday, and before me and Nicolle picked them up, we went down to the arcades to chill out. It was totally random, all these boy racers kept beeping their horns at us, one of them four times! And one of them pulled over and asked if we wanted a ride...&lt;br /&gt;     - I'm being Cinderella in our Christmas pantomime thing! Kerrie is being Buttons and Becca, Amy, Sarah, Annabelle and Angela are all in it too. I'm really looking forward to it, it's really weird being the main character.&lt;br /&gt;     - Wohooooo! Me, mum and Stacey all went to MeatLoaf the story, and Becca went with her mum, Dez and Claire. It was fantastic! The 2nd guitarist was exellent and really fit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-110141566140585303?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110141566140585303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=110141566140585303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110141566140585303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/110141566140585303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, ACTION!'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109924467571717860</id><published>2004-10-31T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:44:35.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/2101/640/Me%2C%20Chloe%20and%20Stacey%20-%20Victorian%20Dress.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/2101/320/Me%2C%20Chloe%20and%20Stacey%20-%20Victorian%20Dress.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken Wednesday October 29th, 2004. I'm on the far left, my cousin Chloe in the middle and my sister Stacey on the right. Taken in Whitby at a photo place called Victorian Image.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109924467571717860?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109924467571717860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109924467571717860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109924467571717860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109924467571717860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/taken-wednesday-october-29th-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109821241947062501</id><published>2004-10-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:00:19.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/2101/640/Me-AtPeasholm.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/2101/320/Me-AtPeasholm.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on Oct. 3rd 2004 I think. I was at Peasholm Park with Angela and Stacey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109821241947062501?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109821241947062501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109821241947062501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109821241947062501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109821241947062501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/taken-on-oct.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109804741723678583</id><published>2004-10-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:10:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just quickly...</title><content type='html'>     Hey, just randomly posting so I can have some rest from thinking about posting for a couple of days. It's turning into a ritual now, but I'm still enjoying having a rant to nobody about everything.&lt;br /&gt;     Went to Westwood on Thursday with Amy and Anna to get our Halloween costumes. It's Yorkshire Coast College, Westwood Campus; School of Art and Design. Amy's dad is head of Drama there, me and Anna were full buzzed. They have a proper 'Theater in the Round' thing, and we got to go right through it and below it. We were also released in the Costume Room place. It's really big! Only about 3, maybe 4, meters wide, with shelves and rails all along the walls, but really long, there must have been hundreds of costumes! We were trying on anything and everything, just picking up the outfits one-by-one and running up and down in them. In the end I settled for this sort of crushed velvet, bright red Ringmasters jacket, with a battered top-hat from the Prop Room, and I'm gonna do my makeup all gothic and ghostly. Anna chose this really nice black strapless dress, with a kinda pink toto (sp?) underneath, a black curly clowns wig and one white, long crushed velvet glove. She's gonna go as a mis-matched zombie clown thing. Amy on the other hand when for the most stupid outfit in the whole room: a khaki green baloclava with a huge turtle shell. It's absolutely ridiculous. So, we're going out on Halloween to Whitby Abbey, I'm gonna be so freaked out 'cause that's where I set my latest English story.&lt;br /&gt;     Slept at Nicolle's on Friday, write about it tomorrow 'cause Mum's just come back in. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109804741723678583?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109804741723678583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109804741723678583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109804741723678583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109804741723678583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-quickly.html' title='Just quickly...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109690903156520216</id><published>2004-10-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T09:57:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Every Other Time' - bobricci.com</title><content type='html'>     I've decided I'm gonna try and write more often, to keep on top of all my stuff, 'cause otherwise I forget everything. I'll probably forget to write though...&lt;br /&gt;     Sarah and Liam are arguing already, they're both really stressed and they're biting each others heads off through me. She thinks that she's putting in all the effort, and he thinks she's in a stress and is over reacting. It's complicated, I wonder how long they'll last? I guess I thought they'd be together for AGES and I'd eventually just snap, but now I'm not too sure, but I also don't want to get too bothered about it, 'cause I know they'll just figure it out like they always do. Sods law. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;     Annabell is getting sick of Tom. Dun-dun-duhn! She says he bores her stupid and she's real fed up of him, so I think she'll probably dump him, she just doesn't see him in the same way any more after all that fuss. It's kinda sad...&lt;br /&gt;     Kerrie, Abby and Becca all have new boyfriends, big surprise, Olivia has a crush on Oscar L, not quite sure why...I feel left out. Oliver's talking to me again after I announced to everyone that he was stalking me. He was the boy in my form I thought liked me, and I still think he does, but I'm not quite sure. Chris is cheering me up though (school Chris, not net Chris), 'cause I said: "I need to get myself a boyfriend with a coat", when I was freezing my ass off today, and he spoke up. I get on with him really well for some reason, but I'd never go out with him, he's to short. ;b&lt;br /&gt;     Probably have loads of homework, and it's Casual Clothes day tomorrow! Woohoo! I need to get my stuff sorted...I can't wait till English, Mr. Futcher was talking to me about my story and he said it was one of the best he'd read in a long time, like a proper book. He's putting it in the School Newspaper, which I now work on, but I just wanna see what he says in lesson and get my story back!&lt;br /&gt;     In case you hadn't gathered by the lack of bitchie rants, I made up with Milz...and Kays...a few weeks ago. They both still annoy me, but I have to much on my plate at the moment to be buggered with them.&lt;br /&gt;     What else? Can't really think of anything...ah well. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109690903156520216?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109690903156520216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109690903156520216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109690903156520216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109690903156520216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/every-other-time-bobriccicom.html' title='&apos;Every Other Time&apos; - bobricci.com'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109683671911915753</id><published>2004-10-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:51:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/1930/640/Me-Black%20Slashed%20Top.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/1930/320/Me-Black%20Slashed%20Top.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tenerife 2003, not a good pic, I've changed a lot...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109683671911915753?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109683671911915753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109683671911915753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109683671911915753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109683671911915753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-tenerife-2003-not-good-pic-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109683552444904456</id><published>2004-10-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:32:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Nightingale Floor...</title><content type='html'>     ...Couldn't think of a fitting title, so I just took the title of the book I'm currently reading. It's a good book, but it's not really the sort of thing I'm used to reading, and I was rather enjoying the elegant, relaxing form of writing, delicately describing the beautiful mountains around Mino and stuff like that when I got the line, 'my own piss sounded like a waterfall'. Which just ruined in entirely for me, for a while anyway.&lt;br /&gt;     Talking to Sarah and Liam again since I saw her and Angela at the fair and me, Stacey and Angela. I realized that just thinking about it was making me ill, so I just though, &lt;em&gt;if I was really their friend then I'd be happy for them and just accept it&lt;/em&gt;. So, you know, I'm just gonna act as normal with them, and make sure they act like themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;     Dad got me 'Across the Nightingale Floor', some denim coulotts, and...um...oh yeah, I switched to O2 for the £10 a month = 300 free txts thingy. I love my little skirt/trousers skorts. I'm gonna wear them on Tuesday for Casual Clothes day with my 'carmel suede slouch boots'. Speaking of boots, Stacey got some of those stupid, fluffy yeti 'moon boots' this weekend...her stuff gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;     Can't be buggered to write any more. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109683552444904456?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109683552444904456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109683552444904456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109683552444904456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109683552444904456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/10/across-nightingale-floor.html' title='Across the Nightingale Floor...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109647912234285768</id><published>2004-09-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:32:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till death do us part...And that might come sooner than you think.</title><content type='html'>     Arrrg! You know when some things just don't go as planned? Today has just been one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;     I was freaking Frankie out with a pickled snake in a jar in Science, and we were also doing dissection, so she already was a bit jumpy and felt ill. She's apparently fallen out with all of us, but I talked to her about it, and it seems like everyone has actually fallen out of her, except me...&lt;br /&gt;     Emma's driving me up the wall already, nicking my dog, my food, my TV (and putting on the crappiest music ever on the gay townie music channels), my laptop and my spare bedroom! She's a total spesh. She went to Raincliffe and she's a townie, and her retarded boyfriend is a townie, and she brought him round while we were watching Shaun of the Dead at the weekend and she just sat on his knee freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;     THE FAIR'S HERE TOMORROW! THE FAIR'S HERE tonight actually...But we're going tomorrow. Referring to me, Abby, Amy, Olivia and... :( ...Liam and Sarah. The 'Bungee Ball', the 'Sticky Wall', 'Over the Top', 'Frog Hop' (actually called 'Frog HOPPER)(no more rhyming now...), 'Waltzers', 'Speedway', fun houses, ghost trains, 'Hook-a-Duck', Carousel, 'Dance Zone', Bumper Cars and more! All the Candy floss, hotdogs, toffee apples, popcorn, pizza, burgers! *drools* The fair is almost the best thing all year! Better than Christmas, Birthdays, Easter, Valentines, New Year, ect. But not Halloween and Bonfire Night! AUTUMN IS THE BEST SEASON!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Sarah and Liam are going out by the way...do I have to even comment? She knows I've blocked he on MSN, but I'm just gonna lie and say my net was playing up. I dont' even know why I'm bothered, I don't fancy him or anything...maybe it's just 'cause I'm used to him liking me, from Year Seven to this Summer hols! I think I've begun to see him as Grace sees Will on 'Will and Grace' (well, duh), as, you know, my back up plan, 'Plan B' in case all else fails in the world of males. Part of me wants to tell everyone, 'cause they don't want me to, and try and split them up, but then I think, 'Why the hell do I care anyway!?!' I don't really understand it, it's frustrating. It's also sort of like the Miaka/Tamahome/Yui relationship, except I'm Miaka and Sarah/Yui is stealing Liam/Tamahome from me, and I'm the one with the deidu, not Sarah/Yui. I had trouble sleeping last night as well, after Sarah told me. I couldn't sleep for ages and woke up pretty much every quarter of an hour, absolutely FREEZING! No matter how much I wrapped up I was still cold, but then when I got out of bed this morning I had little heat rashes all over my back and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;     What else, what else? I didn't go visit Chris in the end, but he sent me the link with the photos just to get at me. I'll try and find them again.&lt;br /&gt;     Write again soon (hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109647912234285768?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109647912234285768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109647912234285768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109647912234285768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109647912234285768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/till-death-do-us-partand-that-might.html' title='Till death do us part...And that might come sooner than you think.'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109398620727716336</id><published>2004-08-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T14:03:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year, New Leaf. And maybe a Veggie Leaf?</title><content type='html'>   Yo, yo, yo, fat Kermit in da house!&lt;br /&gt;   OMG! I forgot I didn't tell you about Fat Kermit! Basically me, Sarah, Liam and Stacey have been hanging out the past few days and the other night we went to get and ice-cream at the weird little shop/stall thingy between the Corner Cafe and the Veg Stand. Sarah said she would get Stacey something, and of course she chose the most stupid thing on the list: a 'Fat Kermit'. Sarah said, 'Can I have a Toffee Tub...and...a Fat Kermit!' Then legged it down the street. We were all pissing ourselves laughing at her, but even more so when she came back and was handed this tiny little tub with a massive face made out of gummy sweets sticking right out at her. Her face was so funny! We all ran away laughing, and shouting, 'Fat Kermit! Fat Kermit!' Ah, I guess you had to be there, but 'Timmeh!' has officially been replaced!&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of Veg Stalls, I'm contemplating on the edge of becoming a Veggie. All the times I've argued, saying it's not normal and that we'd just eat other animals in the wild anyway, I'm tempted to do it to save the cute little fuzzy animals. That's not the only reason though, it's more healthy. The only probs are: (a) I love meat (eg. Pepperoni, Stuffing, Gravy, Chicken Tikka, ect) (b) I'd probably forget, and my family all eat meat (c) I hate Veg.&lt;br /&gt;   I went out with Dad at the weekend, and got a new top, and a bag! Never bought an bag before, except for school...We also had an Indian picnic in the middle of our front room with mum, as I ordered Chicken Tikka Masala (sp?) with Garlic Nann (sp?), and Mum and Stacey both ordered loads, not including the free spices, popadoms, ect. So I feel I have done my daughter's duty this week, even though they both spent loads on me. Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;   And, speaking of Indian, I might be decorating our room at my dad's. We can't have the spare room, because Emma, Sharon's neice, might be coming to live with us for a few years, while she's at college. I want an Indian theme, reds, purples and oranges, with gold. Candles, incense and stuff, lots of translucent curtains and stuff. As Chris describes, 'a love nest', probably not a good idea when I share with my sister. :(&lt;br /&gt;   And Chris, I might not be able to go see him on Sep 11th, as it'll cost £44.05 by train, and we need to find a car. We were talking about the room and he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Chris: You should do a Jazz themed room. It would be so cool, I'd fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me: Chris, would you really need any excuse to fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Chris: Well, I'd be quicker off the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hung out with Becca tonight too, we sort of went wave-dodging again, but just ended up walking around, and looking at the Harvest Moon over the sea through one of the beach-side telescopes. I've also been talking to Sarah and Dad on MSN today, Dad started his new job as a Web Desiner in Hull. He always has been one really, but now it's official and he gets paid more.&lt;br /&gt;   I think I've crammed most things in there...if not, I'll write it later. Also, haven't cheaked spelling, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; BTW, MAN UNITED RULES, ROONEY DID RIGHT! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109398620727716336?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109398620727716336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109398620727716336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109398620727716336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109398620727716336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-school-year-new-leaf-and-maybe.html' title='New School Year, New Leaf. And maybe a Veggie Leaf?'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109355333158313398</id><published>2004-08-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:48:51.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow, no, it really hurts! Ow, no! Stop making me laugh, it hurts! :)</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't really make much sense and I can't remember what I wrote in the last post, so I'll add and take away some things.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm in pain because I have been doing...dun-dun-dunnnnnn...'exercise'. Well, my mum keeps ripping me and going, 'See? This is FRESH AIR!' and my dad's going, 'This is the OUTSIDE WORLD, don't be afraid'. They don't get on any more, but they're so alike it’s stupid. Maybe they're both just too stubborn...&lt;br /&gt;  I went swimming yesterday with Chloe, Stacey and...Angela...need I say more? She was falling out of this bikini top that obviously didn't fit and to make it worse she hadn't tied it properly...I just wore my Speedo Blue Suit with my blue shorts. We spent most of the time in the Jacuzzi actually, but I did go on the slides, as because it was cloudy, there weren't as many people there. We saw Joe Bayes, Robin Culson and Josh Ireland there, from Barrowcliffe, and surprisingly Joe even talked to me! We also got locked in 'cause we were the last to get out and the girls working there got sick of waiting for us to get changed and just locked the main gate so we had to escape out of one of the clickly turny thingies, even though there was a chain across it and a sign saying, 'Please exit through the Main Gate entrance'. It was nice when we were there when every one had gone, and we were in the Jacuzzi, as we figured out how to turn the bubbles on, the water was really warm, and we all just shut our eyes, or watched the clouds and daydreamed. We were talking and telling each other what we were imagining and stuff. It wasn't dodgy thoughts or anything, but we all were thinking about guys, so...&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, we slept at Chloe's last night, and they all slept on the floor while I slept on the bed. ;) They all talk, walk and fight in their sleep, as well as sleep with their eyes open, so I was going to sleep in Chris' room, Chloe's step-brother, but her and Angela found something...so I didn't. They all went to sleep as around midnight, but I was drifting in and out until around 1:30am, then we all woke up at 4am 'cause Angela was sprawled across Chloe's bed, and I was already pissed off with her so I just grabbed Angela by the arm and threw her back onto her bed. I then woke up again at half 5, then half 8, and we eventually got out of bed at half past nine, so I was knackered.&lt;br /&gt;  We went into town today anyway, and I bought some white ankle-warmers, as I couldn't afford the welly shoes I wanted. :( I also have been eating not stop all day, even though I ate a full pizza really late last night, though I hadn't eaten the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;  And I got a mysterious text today! You know sometimes sites let you send free texts from them? Well someone sent me a text through a site or something saying, "I must be a bad shooter, 'cause I keep missing you. :)" I was like...right, okay then. I went out with Liam and Sarah tonight and it was really awkward, as she just totally blanked him the whole time and I was quite embarrassed as I've been avoiding him.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I'll write again a.s.a.p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109355333158313398?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109355333158313398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109355333158313398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109355333158313398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109355333158313398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/ow-no-it-really-hurts-ow-no-stop.html' title='Ow, no, it really hurts! Ow, no! Stop making me laugh, it hurts! :)'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109295008525779302</id><published>2004-08-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:14:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>   Well, I went to the Stables again this morning with Becca, as I slept at her house last night. They have a new mare called Amber, she's really nice. I tried Chinese at Becca's last night, even though I don't like it too much usually, but it was alright. Chicken in Black Bean sauce I believe...anyway. She was also smoking, which I wasn't too keen about, but I just sorta ignored it. Kerrie and Anna would have a full rant, but it's non of their business and I've fallen out with them about that.&lt;br /&gt;   I think I told you about Gareth that Becca met camping at Blakey Ridge. After about maybe four hours, at the most, they'd done 69er, BJ, ect, and Kerrie and Anna were really stressed about it. They kept saying they hated Gareth and had lost their respect for Becca, but then started saying they hated Becca! Now their claiming they were just looking out for Becca, and Anna got Becca to apologise to HER! I couldn't believe it! I went offline from Kerrie after calling Anna a 'Selfish, sulky, spoilt little brat', and saying it was none of their business anyway. Which probably wasn't a good idea, as Anna owes me £6 from the arcades and Luna Park...&lt;br /&gt;   I'm actually friends with Millie though, after I sort of grovelled on MSN. I'm not sure if it was a good idea yet, but she apologised to and we're friends again, but I don't want to be friends with Kays. I just can't be assed to even go there.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm also friends with Liam, but I think that's caused Sarah to fall out with me, 'cause she still fancies him. :( Basically, I tried to get them together, but also act the same around them so it wasn't obvious, and with all the play fighting me and Liam do, Sarah got really jealous as we were lunging at each other, and trying to throw each other in this field of corn, or wheat, or something I realised this and on the way home I started nagging at him to go out with her, and her said he was thinking about telling me something, and I knew what was coming, but I kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing, until...he shouted out in the middle of the street that he fancied me...I just stood there, with my hands in the air, pretending to be surprised at his yelling. It was so awkward! But me being me I just blew it off and said, "Oh, that's okay, I kinda figured." And carried on walking! OMG! I can't believe I did that! But then it gets even worse, when I told him Sarah was going to ask him out and he was rehearsing all night how to let her down! It was horrible, so I had to give advice on how to let her down gently! Anyway, we went for a picnic the next day and after she asked me to ask him out for her and went to the other side of the road! I was nearly ripping my hair out, but I refused to say no from him, and so he went back and said no in our little rehearsed way. But then when she walked away down her street, he shouted after her to see if she was alright and she turned round, but looked like she was crying! THEN, to top it all off, on the way to Becca's he asked if I fancied him and I said YES! WHY THE HELL DID I SAY YES!?! "Well, yeah, a little bit. But I'm not full in love with you or anything!" WHAT A LIE! I DON'T! IT'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN HE FANCIES ME, I CAN'T BE NORMAL AROUND HIM, LIKE, MESSING ABOUT, CAUSE HE MIGHT TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRR! *bashes head against wall*&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, moving on into aisle 2 of the male department, we have Chris. Yes, my little Welsh mate Chris. MSN Chris. We had another absolutely stupid conversation with Chris! I t was so funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till you come down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;Camping is going to be such a lark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;I have a two man tent ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;But not necessarily for two men ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh:&lt;br /&gt;Why, sir, I just ain't that sorta girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;My dear lady, one would suspect otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh:&lt;br /&gt;And, sir, what da ya mean by that? Are you tryin' ta suggest somethin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: &lt;br /&gt;Well, shucks, little missy, it gets so cold out here on a night, and it would be a shame to sleep alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh:&lt;br /&gt;Why, sir, I'm awfully flattered! With a fine man like you lookin' out for li'l ol' me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be a true gentleman if I didn't lay down the offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayleigh:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might be inclined to accept your most kind invitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;Hot-dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On so on, and so forth, ect, ect. He's so wicked, he has me in hysterics! I can't wait to go down and see him! I might actually just share a tent with him for no reason what so ever, just for the hell of it. In fact, I bloody well will, not he's invited me and keeps hinting about it.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I'm going to contemplate the larger meanings of life, so, Cheerio! *giggles of like a little school girl...oh, wait...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109295008525779302?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109295008525779302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109295008525779302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109295008525779302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109295008525779302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109138913357691754</id><published>2004-08-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T13:08:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing, slowly...</title><content type='html'>     I'm not totally sure how to start this, I want to just say how I feel, but not make it sound totally melodramatic. I'm kind of upset, because one of my friend's got beaten up the other night on the way home, and I was with him possibly minutes before, even offering to walk home with him. Apparently 6 lads of about 16 jumped him, when if me, Kerrie, Paul and Danny had been there, it probably wouldn't have happened. He went to hospital according to Kerrie, and right after he left us I'd said, "If anything happens to him I'll be so guilty". He was very pissed and had been smoking too, he was practically stumbling up the road, but Paul and Danny just laughed. Kerrie was worried at first, but then she got all over Paul and wasn't bothered. I wish I'd walked home with him, but he said, "No, I'll do it on my own". I shouldn't have listened 'cause he started talking about these lads that had needles or something and he said something about, "Last time he nearly died." I hope he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;     I got that top I wanted, in red, but Kerrie still wants it in pink, I don't think the style of the top will suit her at all. I also went to Scarborough Fayre with Dad, Stacey, Zoe and Teresa, but I'll write about it tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;     Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109138913357691754?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109138913357691754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109138913357691754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109138913357691754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109138913357691754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/healing-slowly.html' title='Healing, slowly...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109101361286174069</id><published>2004-07-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T04:20:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding into the Sunset...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once again I'm sleepy...me, Mum and Stacey went for a meal Monday night and afterwards I slept over at Becca's house, even though I'd already said no to sleeping at Angela's. I guess it is kinda unfair. We got up quite last 'cause we'd been walking around for ages and Becca made me sit in the bathroom with her while she had a shower...Becca had to go to work at 12, so I went down to dad's and watched TV, after being attacked by all the jesters and stuff in town for the 'Scarborough Fayre' then went to pick her up at 3pm. Then we had to go up to the stables, so Becca could have a quick ride on Kirby. She's also come up with the idea that I loan Gypsy, a piebald Shire X, who looks something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.merrymeademeadows.com/photos/Ruby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She's a pretty quiet horse, so that'll be quite good, as I stopped riding after a fall and lost my nerve. It'd be good. She's only £7.50 a week because she's outside most of the time, and you don't have to pay for food or anything. I'd like to, but I'd have to wait for my job to come though to see how much I'll get paid. I love stuff like jousting and riding bareback, so I might have a go at that if I do get her. Also on halloween I'd canter around wearing a cloak. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we came back and got ready to go to the Xs Foam Party. It was fun, but got a bit boring after a while and we were all soaked and couldn't move 'cause of other people. I ended up walking up the street in bare feet, 'cause my sister walks at a total slant and I'd borrowed her trainers. Kerry was also in some heels she obviously couldn't walk in, whatever she said, and Kirsty and Becca were dirty dancing all night. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I slept at Becca's again last night, and I'm glad to be home. My hair is totally gross, all sticky and greasy, but I was supposed to be going to my dad's today to watch Scary Movie 3, and hang out. Kerrie also wanted me to go to Whitby with her, and wants me to go out tomorrow, but I don't know if I will. I'm planning on going for a really long hike round the cliffs on Friday probably, then we're going to Scarborough Fayre on Saturday, and I said I'd go to a horse show with Becca on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No rest for the wicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109101361286174069?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109101361286174069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109101361286174069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109101361286174069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109101361286174069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/riding-into-sunset.html' title='Riding into the Sunset...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109075912583287415</id><published>2004-07-25T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T05:40:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/cloudneo/mooddolls/tropical.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've decided I'm just going to relax this holiday and not be bothered about anything! Woohoo! I was talking to Chris again earlier and he said that when we go over to see him we can either camp in his garden or in the woods, and I said that I wouldn't mind, but told him about Kerrie and Becca freaking out, and they think there's a panther in Raincliffe Woods. So he said he'd come and camp with us if we were scared... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've also sort of abandoned everyone, they invited me to see Spiderman II with them the other day, I can't remember when, but I went round to Liam's (like an idiot) and fell out with him again. He didn't even care when I told him he'd upset Sarah! But, he can go shag Kays and Abby, 'cause the rest of us are sick of him. That didn't stop me being all sulky for a while afterwards and I went and sat on the bench&amp;nbsp;above the beach for a while and it started raining, and I got all depressed. ;_; But then this guy who used to be a Supply Teacher came past and started talking to me. He's retired now, and it doesn't look like he can walk very well, but he still takes his dogs out every day. He cheered me up and I went on a little adventure this way I'd never been before to Sarah's house, and stopped by Becca's on the way, but she wasn't in, and she called me just as I got to Sarah's front door to tell me she'd just got in. Me and Sarah when back up to Becca's house then we came back down and were running around laughing our heads off 'cause Becca got stuck in a baby swing and we nicked her shoes. She then fell out, and we gave her one of them and Sarah ran off with the one she had, so Becca had to hop down the hill between all these nettles and nearly fell over. We then found this tent and ran around it trying to see if anyone was in it, and Sarah wouldn't give Becca her shoe, so Becca tried to throw her at the tent. She eventually got it back, and they were whispering to each other, and I realized they were both staring at me, and they chased me back up the hill. We went and sat on the other bench and for some reason Becca started on about threesomes and Sarah was laughing so much she kept having to spit her drink out, and then she ran away and we went and sat near Liam's house. Sarah shoved loads of that sticky goosegrass down Becca's top and she was sat for ages trying to get it out, with her top pulled down to near her waist and Jamie walked passed, getting a full view. After they had a grass fight, and then fell out, so I got them to make up, but we all went home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found out about my Art class in Year 10, and I'm going to be with Frankie, Amy, Chris and Alex L, but Sarah is in the other group with Abby and Kays, and she wants to come in our group. :( I wish she could. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Becca now fancies Lee, but according to Kerrie her and a lad got rather friendly when they were camping, but he'd been messing around with her and Angela first, so he was a bit of a retard. They've also all fallen out with Danni, 'cause he was going through all their bags, and he came and talked to me about it because we were playing 'Timmies in the Trench' and I got Pennock on the girl's&amp;nbsp;side so he was running around shouting, "I'm a girl! Hiya love!" and doing the gay hand thing. Robert Miller has also joined in with Tom N, but Milz usually avoids playing when I am, but she decided to. Miller went to catch the ball, but she got in the way and he landed on her so I said, "I know you're gay Miller, but that is going a bit to far." She got me knackered once again, but I think I told you about that, it's that stupid bitch Christina, she grassed us up for writing on the posty thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really can't be assed with them, they should all get a life, its so annoying. I always get blamed, when it's not just me, and they're just as bad! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, and dad is getting me a wet suit and me and Mica are going to have our surf party we planned. Becca is coming with me, and Kerrie said, "Oh well, Mica will probably invite me, 'cause she's my friend", but to be honest I don't really want her to go, 'cause she'll just show off and chat up lads when we just want to chill, hang out and have fun. It's not her personally, I'd like to have her there, but she'd just be totally bothered what everyone thought and we just want to mess about and get hyper. She'd probably want to turn it into a massive thing too and drink and everything... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think she's coming to Club Xs with us though, and I'm looking forward to that, it should be a laugh. Foam Party! Woohoo! Have to go now anyway... Laters!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-109075912583287415?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109075912583287415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109075912583287415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109075912583287415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109075912583287415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/beginning-of-holidays.html' title='The beginning of the holidays!'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109035500213278534</id><published>2004-07-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T13:23:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying here...</title><content type='html'>Well, today has been quite eventful. Chris has finally come back online! I've been waiting to talk to him for about three days and I full attacked him when he came on. He does this thing this thing though, where he'll be talking to you, then suddenly stop and he did... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I thought you'd died on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beeop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beepbeep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;....? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;"Time of death: 20:53" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&gt;!&gt;"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;you sick freak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;lmao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;You just want the kiss of life from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;i dont deny it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;*kisses chris* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asciimation.co.nz says: &lt;br /&gt;*hotdang!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed says: &lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It always ends up like this, though it is slowly getting more dodgy...we were talking and I'm going to watch him and his band play on September 11th. That should be fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Edit tomorrow.&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/7321372-109035500213278534?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109035500213278534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109035500213278534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109035500213278534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109035500213278534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/dying-here.html' title='Dying here...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-109025832202444913</id><published>2004-07-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T10:32:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded...</title><content type='html'>I've fallen out with Yuhi, again. He's been telling Richard...stuff. Well, basically when we were going out he...tried it on...*cough*...a few times, but I said I didn't want to get off with him and I wanted to leave it for a bit, but when I went on MSN earlier his brother was on his log in and was calling me frigid and saying we should have shagged in that time and all this. I can't believe he told Richard! They're twins, so I guess they tell each other a lot, but I'm still stressed 'cause I trusted him. Part of me still wants to trust him, but&amp;nbsp;I'm also not sure if he's told anyone else...I guess I'll just have to trust him.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, Kerrie came on and I explained the situation to her and asked her if she thought I was frigid (Why the hell did I ask&amp;nbsp;her?), but she said it's was him just being gay and&amp;nbsp;it's my choice when I get off with someone, but the thing is, that's what I tell my friends with this sort of problem, so why&amp;nbsp;don't I listen to my own advice? Grrrr. It's annoying. And another problem is that at one point I did go out with Richard, and I was going to get off with him, which makes it worse, because he might have tried to take it further...? Kerrie was also saying&amp;nbsp;something else, but I forgot...I'll probably remember later. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toni also got off with Alex on Friday night, which I personally find&amp;nbsp;extremely unexpected. An odd couple, no? We were talking about it in Maths, well,&amp;nbsp;throwing notes in a Smartie tube (it couldn't have been anymore obvious): &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Me: TD loves AL! &lt;br /&gt;Toni: I don't like him, he's a bastard. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Then why did you get off with him?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Toni: Don't know. 'Cause I felt like it. Okay!?! &lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay then! Do you think he's fit? &lt;br /&gt;Toni: Don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Me: That's a yes then. &lt;br /&gt;Toni: No, it's an: I don't know. He's okay...really sloppy kisser though. &lt;br /&gt;Me: A sloppy kisser? In depth description needed here... &lt;br /&gt;Toni: F**k you. &lt;br /&gt;Me: C'mon! Tell me! &lt;br /&gt;Toni: Okay then: He stuck his tongue in mine and we kissed like the two girls from 'Not Another Teen Movie'. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Gross! But sloppy as in...? Careless? Messy? &lt;br /&gt;Toni: Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Me: You make such a cute couple! &lt;br /&gt;Toni: Bye!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I suppose I am a little jealous. It's weird, I was sure that I had a crush on him, but then when she told me I just grinned for ages, and was really happy for her? Why!?!&amp;nbsp;Am I some kind of psycho weirdo!?! Okay, yes I am...but that still doesn't explain why!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've fallen out with Liam too. He just doesn't know when to quit! He pushes your temper to the limit, then legs it! I&amp;nbsp;sooooo was ready to hit him that night I fell out with Kerrie! I was totally serious and went outside, but he ran off home. Sometimes he's just&amp;nbsp;a little&amp;nbsp;dickhead!&amp;nbsp;He tends to do it when he knows I'm in a bad mood as well, then he goes: "Calm down, calm down!" And if&amp;nbsp;a married guy is reading this then you&amp;nbsp;so know&amp;nbsp;this is the one thing you don't say to a&amp;nbsp;girl/woman with PMT. &amp;nbsp;He always thinks he knows what he's talking about as well, and has that smug little grin! Argggg! I hate it! And he is always happy! Always! I have never EVER seen him depressed! It's not natural! *hits him with cricket bat* &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Speaking of cricket bats, we were playing 'Timmies in the Trench' earlier! It's one of the most energetic games I play, and somehow I'm not knackered afterwards! I got rugby tackled four times&amp;nbsp;on Friday, I think, and&amp;nbsp;more today! Jellie, Tom W and Tom N kept tripping me up, rugby tackling me and grabbing my legs when&amp;nbsp;I was running! I like it though, as long as I get to get them back! I love it when Tom N plays, 'cause he's really good at at, and&amp;nbsp;it's more of a challenge rather than just a giant&amp;nbsp;edited game of&amp;nbsp;'Piggy-in-the-Middle'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think someone in my form fancies me...I'm not sure though, so I won't&amp;nbsp;name him, as not to embarrass him, or myself if I find out I'm wrong. And&amp;nbsp;I saw Charlotte H (my sister's friend) today and she told me Robert W, Tom W's little brother, has a photo of me in his room! God, that's creepy! If it was a lad I fancied, then&amp;nbsp;it might&amp;nbsp;be kinda sexy, but he's a little psycho stalker kid and it's just scary!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And once again I'm in trouble for ripping Milz and Kays! Except, for once, I haven't said anything! We're continuing our now extremely long conversation on the post, and loads of people have joined in and when I write one thing that bitch Christina grasses me up. None of us like her, except Abby, she's such a cow. I wrote, 'Come on then.' After Milz wrote, 'Come say it to my face.' And 'cause she's shitting herself, she went and told Miss. Pearson again! God, she's such a wuss. And a wannabe! Miss said that she's not an attention-seeker! Milz, and Kays, you must be kidding! They're gagging for some attention, and it's so sad! I shouldn't stoop to their level, but I'm sick of other people getting blamed for their behavior, it's ridiculous! Milz did this when she was saying she was going to hit Becca, and I said, "If she goes anywhere near her, I'll kick her head in." And she backed off, crapping herself. My god! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Before I go I said I would write something about Oliver and Angela (hee hee, I never said separately!). They went out for a while, but it didn't really ask long. We were all saying Angela fancied Oliver, and she might have done, and I told Oliver, and he said, "Really? Ask her out for me!" I just stood there like, "You're serious?" And she said yes! It was kind of sweet, 'cause he spent £40 (!!! *dies* !!!) on her on Valentines day, and them two and Josh, and someone, went on a double date...I think. Tom W, me, Tino and Chris keep ripping him! He gets so stressed! But, I told him I did think it was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, must go. See ya! Leigh &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/7321372-109025832202444913?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109025832202444913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=109025832202444913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109025832202444913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/109025832202444913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/wounded.html' title='Wounded...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108990971997250122</id><published>2004-07-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T09:41:59.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the battle...</title><content type='html'>     We did talk to Kerrie and Frankie about everything, but it wasn't as heated as I'd expected. Abby ran in shouting the odds when it had nothing to do with her and I told her where to get off.&lt;br /&gt;     I had the day off school today 'cause mom's alarm didn't go off for some reason and we were really late, so we stayed at home! I was on the net pretty much all day, and attacked the Habbo Mafia's. I've been swapping between the 'Red Tiger' Mafia, 'Dark Death' Mafia, and the 'Black Cobra' Mafia. I was kinda fun, but got a little tedious after a while, so I was looking for Zorro stuff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gldenterprises.net/graphicsandpics/102503/Zorro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I want to read the original Zorro by Johnston McCulley, and I'm going to look in my school library, but I can't get down to the Main Library until next week I think. I think Antonio Banderas has a really sexy voice and Zorro is a very sexy story, and since Shrek 2 I've just been in that sort of mood...Wouldn't you just love to go out with a really gorgeous Spanish lad? Maybe that's just me...&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, I'm going to look for pictures, and stuff. Later. Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108990971997250122?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108990971997250122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108990971997250122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108990971997250122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108990971997250122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/after-battle.html' title='After the battle...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108975368917631961</id><published>2004-07-13T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T09:15:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still now...</title><content type='html'>Frankie and Kerrie have just called me and we've kind of sorted it out, but I still want to talk to Kerrie tomorrow. Seriously, I won't have a go, but like I said before, we just need to get this out in the open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108975368917631961?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108975368917631961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108975368917631961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108975368917631961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108975368917631961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/still-now.html' title='Still now...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108975221200352664</id><published>2004-07-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:56:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun went down the next day...</title><content type='html'>Liam came and called for me earlier which was suprising, he NEVER comes round for me, EVER. So I was suspicious when he was swinging his arms nervously, and told him so, but he just blew the question right off. I felt like he wanted to tell me something, but maybe I'm just being paranoid...Anyway, we went round for Sarah, but she was helping clean up, so we snuck onto the Golf Course opposite and rolled down the hill and threw pine cones at each other (he has such a crap aim). When we went back onto the street, Sarah was there looking for us and we came back here to look after Stacey, as my mom's out till around 11 tonight. But, before I go into what happened at mine, I should explain mine and Kerrie's MSN convo. We were talking and she said (I'll write it like on MSN):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: What you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: Sarah said you were going out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Possibly, depends if I can be assed.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie:You two proper bumming each other now then?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How come you always say that about people, when they just hang out?&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: I don't!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, you do. I always say it about me and Becca. And then whoever she hangs around with.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: It's the first time I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You always say it.&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: That's a load of bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You always go on about it wheven people hang out!&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie: (Starts having a rant).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I blocked her. She then went on to talk to Sarah, saying, 'She thinks she's proper mint for blocking me!' (For just blocking her? Yeah, bit hard me! Woohoo!) And started bitching, ect. So me, Liam and Sarah started prank calling everyone, and then Becca. Anyway, loads of stuff came out that Kerrie's said, and we're all fucking pissed off. I had a go at Becca and Sarah though, because they just won't stand up to her. Kerrie came back online and I told her we all wanted to talk to her, so we're just going to say some stuff that has to be said tomorrow. She's being really childish, and a wuss, 'cause she doesn't want to talk to us about it, and saying we should talk to her on MSN (where we can't reach her), and she feels big and hard behind her monitor. So apparently we're just going to slag her off, ect, ect. I'm ripping my hair out, my head is killing me! I keep trying to call Frankie, to warn her what's going on, and Becca's already talked to Anna. Abby will worm her way in and find a way of defending Kerrie, though it has nothing to do with her, and start being a retard as usual. If there were any decent schools in Scarborough, not like Raincliffe and Grayham, then, seriously, I'd move schools. Aren't you supposed to have fun with friends, trust them, and be able to be honest to them? I don't think you can get proper friends any more. You'd have to dig them out from among the slappers, bitches, back-stabbers, townies (sorry, I know not all of you are bad!), ect. It's not just Kerrie and Abby though. I'm such a temperamental person. I'm bored of them all! Olivia keeps copying me and saying she is too, but she's in Germany, and can stay there. I had a rant at her stupid 'friend' Nicky who thinks she's great, and told her to get back to bumming Olivia. I don't hate the people at me school, but I'd just love a real friend who would be honest (in a nice way), loyal, funny and share some interests. I like having fun arguments with people, they don't have to be clever or whatever, just someone I can really talk to, someone that isn't my mom or something.&lt;br /&gt;I went round to Toni's straight after school too, and saw her two puppies, they're only 7 weeks old and they're so cute! But they've totally demolished my tie...ah, well. I'm refusing to do any homework, because it's nearly the Summer Holidays and I just can't be bothered with it. Maybe I'll get an after school...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll hit Kerrie and get suspended...I won't care to much, because it's the hols, but I don't really want it on my permanent record. I guess 'cause it would be my first proper fight in school, without the other person not showing up, it wouldn't be so bad. I really want to. I want to hit her so much, I nearly took it out on Liam and hit him. Poor guy, I've already put him in hospital more than once, he doesn't deserve it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go...I'm so annoyed I just wanna scream...Laters, Leigh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108975221200352664?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108975221200352664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108975221200352664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108975221200352664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108975221200352664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-sun-went-down-next-day.html' title='When the sun went down the next day...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108966341405397362</id><published>2004-07-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T13:16:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime around now...</title><content type='html'>Toni's come back to school! She was going to move, but came back, so I'm quite happy today. Everyone's falling out again as usual, but I'm not going into great detail, and everyone else is flirting, ect. We finish school all this week at 2:30, so I dragged Liam away from where he was supposed to meet Kays (hee hee)and later I called for him and we took his dogs, Chloe and Cleo, and went round for Sarah. I was basically trying to get them together and came in at about 6 or something and Kerrie called me asking me if I want to go out with her, but I said no, so I'm just sat talking to everyone on MSN. Me and Amy went to see Shrek 2 on Saturday night with Stacey and Teresa (our Spanish student who's staying with us), and Amy slept over. The second one is so much better than the first! Puss in Boots is so cool, and Antonio Bandera's voice is so sexy! It would be interesting to see what Puss would look like if he was human, if he dunk the potion or something, I think he might be pretty good-looking, but he's an animated cat, so I won't get to interested in it...I've been thinking about my stories lately, I'm thinking about doing a manga with Amy, but also writing my own Sci-fi/Fantasy story. I love fantasy. Proper, classic fantasy, with kings, knights, dragons, mages, sorceresses, princes, mythical creatures and fasinatation lands. It has to have a basis on romance as well though, or it's just not realistic, but I get that defies the point of fantasy. You know what I mean anyway. I should start a story blog. Yeah! I'll do that now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108966341405397362?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108966341405397362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108966341405397362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108966341405397362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108966341405397362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/sometime-around-now.html' title='Sometime around now...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108921729247505683</id><published>2004-07-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:21:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A while later...</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at this, am I? I was going to post last night, but I got really wrapped up in an MSN convo with Chris that I forgot all about it. I'd convinced him to sing Twinkle Twinkle to me before I went offline, which he said was "Degrading, so VERY degrading". I told him I loved him forever though, and he was like: "Really? Really, really?" And I keep putting hearts at the end of our convos. I hope we get to meet this Summer, we were talking about it last summer, but never seriously thought about it. He's now singing with a lightbulb in his mouth and can't stop laughing...Anyways, I'd like to meet up with him, 'cause I've known him for about 4 years, 'cause I met him on Habbo Hotel, and he's sent me a photo and everything, but we're both bringing friends when we meet, so he's not a pedo or anything. &lt;br /&gt;     What else...Mica H is now going out with Tino, for some demented reason that doesn't make any sense to me, but they're cute together, so I'm happy for them. ANNABELLE AND TOM Q ARE FINALLY GOING OUT! I've nagged him for ages, but they won't do anything, if ya know what I mean. I've also done my hair again. It's now red, so everyone keeps calling me Mary Jane,from Spiderman. AND I'm currently getting my SAT results back, and they're just average. Maths = 5, Science = 5, almost 6, and I'm not too sure about English yet, but I'm hoping for a level 7, but I really, really want a level 8, 'cause I always get level 7s in English!&lt;br /&gt;     Once again I'm in trouble for Milz and Kays, 'cause Olivia has been telling them everything we've said, even though she was one of the worst. I fell out with her, not because they found out what we said, but because I guess I kinda felt a little betrayed, but we're friends again now as I confiscated some of the chips in 'the interest of health and safety'. I still like her, but we're all still very annoyed. Ah well, I hate Milz and Kays, so they can find out everything. That Richard L keeps telling everyone she's pregnant with that minger (ginger, glasses, braces, spots, ect) she goes out with, Nathaniel or however you spell it, I probably told you about him before...she always calls him 'Than', which we used to rip her for, but can't be assed anymore. Milz is a lesbian, whatever she says, and maybe she didn't tell Jak she was, but as he said, "She implied it...HEAVILY." And she does act like a lesbian, everyone thinks she is and ever since year seven we've always said it. Her and Kays have started going home together at lunch...to Kays house...alone...hee hee. I prefer Milz to Kays though. For saying she's such a tramp, she's a total stuck up bitch. She thinks she's ace, but she's just a fat cow. I never liked her all the way from Year Seven, it was just I had no one else to sit with and then she started sitting with me all the time. I sat with her sometimes, but only when Tom had nicked my seat. Seriously, she's gotta get her attitude sorted, most of the time she's alright, but then she's like full stressed and has a go at anyone, mainly Sarah. And her an Milz proper bum each other and are like, "No, leave my girlfriend alone!" and just in front of each other. It's so retarded, it just stresses me out. I don't even know why. I'm so glad me and Amy aren't like that, we're sort of more relaxed, and it's far more fun. When I talk about it here though it makes be sound like out of the blonde, tarty bitches in our year, but I'm nothing like them. And before this was all just a joke, but they are just so spesh it's just stuck. I'll end here so I aren't pissed off for the rest of the night. See ya chickens... (MARCO RULES ALL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108921729247505683?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108921729247505683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108921729247505683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108921729247505683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108921729247505683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/while-later.html' title='A while later...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108854103189792761</id><published>2004-06-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:30:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually...</title><content type='html'>I'm just talking to Kerrie on MSN, so I'm bored...Oh shit. It wasn't supposed to sound like that! I mean, I'm talking to her because I'm bored...shit, that still sounds bad...I'm talking to Kerrie AND I'm bored. There. That's better...kinda...Anyway, we're having a little gossip, because Kerrie says she's sick of Becca and everyone has fallen out with Lucy. No one's fallen out with me though, in fact everyone is being suspisiously nice...especially the lads...creepy. It all started when I put henna on my hair to bring out the natural colour in my hair, a sort of red colour, and all the lads kept telling me how nice it is and then Nick even offered to walk me back to my form after I was doing homework in G10!!! Why, I don't know, but it's suspisious and creepy...but way cool! Everyone keeps saying how nice it is, so I'm getting it cut, re-layered and coloured fiery red on Saturday before going to my dad's. I can't wait to show everyone! I'm hoping it's still red for Club Xs on the 27th July. There's going to be a foam party! I'm taking Liam with me ;) No, I'm just taking him as a friend, but Oliver said, "I bet by the end he tries to kiss you." But I just laughed and said, "Yeah right, he wouldn't have the guts!" So me, Tom W, and Oliver got talking about it and Tom said he'd dare Liam to kiss me, so I also have a bet with Tom that Liam won't do it, but I'm not sure whether he'll tell Liam about it...I'm not to bothered but I'm a little sick of people thinking that I fancy him. I did at first, in like, Year 7, but it was over quite quickly 'cause I might as well have spelt it out in neon letters above my head, and I know he liked me too, 'cause he told Abby, but he didn't do anything! And now, 3 years later, I've been told by different people, while he was present, that he still fancies me, and he still hasn't done anything! He's fourteen for gods sake! It's weird I want him to admit it, but if he asked me out I don't think I'd say yes, 'cause like he said not to long ago, we're more than friends, but don't got out. ((I'll edit this later to finish it, I've got stuff to do. See you))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108854103189792761?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108854103189792761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108854103189792761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108854103189792761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108854103189792761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/eventually.html' title='Eventually...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108793331617621275</id><published>2004-06-22T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:41:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some time later...</title><content type='html'>Konnichi wa! I'm so happy! So much has happened since my last post, so much I've forgotten most of it! Yay! Yuhi (I'll explain who he is in a sec) has finally replied to my emails! I'm so happy! He's also got a new bike: &lt;img src="http://www.motorsports-network.com/SUZUKI/bandit12/act12.jpg"&gt; A Suzuki Bandit, or something along those lines, he does loads of biking and everything, so his dad got him it as an early birthday present. That isn't actually his bike, but he says that's what it looks like, so I thought I'd try and put it on just so I can stare at it later. Right, I'll explain who he is. I started going out with him in late Year 4, maybe Year 5...Something like that, but he was a year older than me so it didn't really work. Anyway, we've always been like best mates, until the Summer Holidays between Year 6 and Year 7, when we started going out again, until sometime at the end of 02, I think...Anyway, it was around the end of the year when I was in Year 8. I know that 'cause Nathan (also a year older than me) then asked me out, then he dumped me 'cause I kept making him jealous 'cause I hang around with lads, so I asked Jonathan Scott out, my friend since Nursery, then he dumped me 'cause he found out I was getting a little bored of him. That would have been around end of Feb, start of March, 'cause I came to the Pizza Hut with us on my birthday. Then I started going out with him, Yuhi, from then on, again, and he moved to London just before Christmas 03. I cried for ages! He's like my brother, but we kiss...and stuff...*cough*. The other rundown on the latest relationships: Corry's going out with Corby, Abby dumped Tom W, Sweeny doesn't fancy Olivia anymore, Sam kept asking everyone out for Sweeny, Becca told me something about her and Bret (*wink wink nudge nudge*) and Anna and Tom Q still fancy each other, and despite what I say, they still aren't going out. I got killed by Calpin again...um...Tom N keeps nicking my ring and Jellie locked me in the Maths store cupboard! Jordan and Lee lunged at me in Drama, 'cause the groups had to be 'mixed', so I got attacked...OH! SPEAKING OF RELATIONSHIPS! BIG GOSSIP OF THE WEEK: apparently Milz...Oh, wait...I think I remember typing this...Oh, hell with it, there's more added anyway! Milz told Olivia, who told Amy, who told me, who told Becca, who told Kerrie...wait, I shouldn't have said that...Milz has apparently been cutting herself and has gashes down her wrists and legs(?), so Becca wrote, where it said: 'I love K.M.',: "Only attention seekers cut themselves and tell people, and if people found out they'd be upset! So there! M.A. 4 K.M. Lezbo!" Milz and Kayz freaked again, and apparently we're in trouble with the head of year, even though I didn't write anything!!! &lt;br /&gt;     Phew. Calm down. Don't write so fast. Okay. Controlled. &lt;br /&gt;     Me and Amy went into a carpet shop the other day 'cause we were a little hyper, and we walked around with our arms folded and holding your chins going, "Hmmm, yes, hmmm...". That was until Amy got claustrophobic by the huge carpets all stood upright around her and ran around screaming while I looked at a 'Bob the Builder' Carpet. We were going to go in a sofa shop and be 'Sofa Inspectors', but we didn't and went back. Amy stayed over till 11 while we watched a film about Vampires vs. Werewolves, and I think she's coming over to Becca's dad's on Saturday with me, Anna, and Sarah for a cake party, were we're all gonna stuff ourselves stupid, and either put on weight, or throw up. They'll wear it off though on sports day. Anna's reserve for 100 and 200m, Sarah will be running around with water, wearing a fairy costume(??) and I'm not sure what Becca and Amy are doing. Angela was away on sign up, so Becca signed her up for 1500m, 800m, 300m, Shotput and Discus, so she's stressed. But I'm not doing anything, 'cause I hid behind Frankie (Sorry, chicken) and wasn't signed up...I'm so gonna get knackered! Frankie, Selena and Kerrie are apparently going to watch Becca at a horse show on Saturday, as she's doing 2 Showing Classes and one Jumping Class on Kirby, and Jess is also doing 1 Showing and 1 Clear Round on her! Poor Kirby, they push her way to hard! Me and Selena were hyper in Maths, so we started crushing Extra Strong Mints and turning them into 'drugs', and I'm sure there was something else...Nah, maybe not, I'll remember later anyway! Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108793331617621275?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108793331617621275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108793331617621275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108793331617621275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108793331617621275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-time-later.html' title='Some time later...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108758353084738744</id><published>2004-06-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:32:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after, the day after the next day...</title><content type='html'>Evenin'! I forgot to write in yesterday, 'cause I was playing on the Sims after doing my homework. I've got loads of work to do this weekend, and should have done it at lunch today, but forgot all about that too. First I was sat in form and because our tutor is still away in Paris, Bret, Danny and Lee P came in to talk to Jordan G, John J, Lee C, ect and he shoved me off my desk and dropped a bag on my head. We saw a teacher coming so me and Lee C went to hide in the large store cupboard, but when Lee opened the door, Danny jumped out and Lee full s**t himself. Me and Danny fell out of form in hysterics and Miss came round and asked for all our names. Obviously we weren't going to give her our real names, so Danny said he was Joe Brown, Bret said he was Stephen Turner and Lee P said he was Jason C. Stephen Turner is this little brat that lives oppersite me, he's always saying something to someone, and after one incident that I won't go into, we got him into trouble with the police for harassment. Apart from lunch, School has been pretty dull today, it wasn't boiling sunshine like the rest of the week, but raining, grey and miserable. Milz and Kayz were once again sat doing the wannabe thing. Milz told Olivia, who told Amy, who told me (confusing, huh?), that Milz has been cutting herself, but I just said, really loudly, that if she wasn't doing it for attention, then she wouldn't have told Olivia out of nowhere. I mean, you'd want to keep it quiet if you were upset, wouldn't you? And if you did tell someone, they'd have to get it out of you, or you'd cry or something, not just say it. Olivia wrote in her journal: "Girls, leave off Milz and Kayz! You know they hate the lesbian thing and it's not true (they swear). You might think it's funny, but they don't. *Officer Olli". Not true my ass. Well, maybe not Kayz, but Milz...come on...and obviously they don't think it's funny, they aren't supposed to, but you find it funny, so don't you play the innocent, just 'cause you found out I read your journal: "(those of you I trust will already know about it as I've rambled on in my *private* journal)" Hee hee! It shouldn't be on the net then. I could write in massive big letters who you all like! For example, I could tell everyone Becca fancies Daniel Calpin...Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108758353084738744?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108758353084738744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108758353084738744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108758353084738744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108758353084738744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-after-day-after-next-day.html' title='The day after, the day after the next day...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108740562415908488</id><published>2004-06-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T10:07:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next day...</title><content type='html'>Another great day at school! Me and my sister fell out on the way to school again, so I didn't have to walk with her, and hung around with Chris H1 and Lee C until our supply teacher showed us, as our form tutor is currently in France. We had Phys. Ed. first thing and we all played Rounders, and my team kicked ass! Then we had History, and as I mentioned yesterday, I took my petition in and was in my 'make a stand' mood, and so started arguing with him about being aloud drinks in class and he went on about how I never tuck my shirt in and don't do my homework, so I'll remember that when I do...or rather don't do...the homework he gave us today. Then it was Graphics! I love Graphics! We're currently designing our own band and we have to do a CD and the tracks and everything! It's so cool! My band is called 'Wicca', Amy's is 'Nuclear Fat Cat' and Annabel’s is 'Violet River'. Liam C named a track after me! Speaking of Liam me and Kerry went down to the beach with him Monday night and buried him in the sand, giving him a huge 'Jordan' chest and we all got soaked and jumped around in the sea. It was freezing! But returning to the subject...It eventually got to lunch and I went to sit with Sarah, Mica S and Becca and they were all gossiping, so we were messing around and Amy, Olivia and Christina came over, followed by Mica H, Kirsty and Toni. We started talking about Frankie and someone mentioned the song she'd been singing for the last week, that Britney song, "Not a girl, not yet a woman," and Becca said, "Does that make her a man then?" And Mica H took it the wrong way and went and told Frankie. Becca started laughing and saying she was talking about Britney, not Frankie, and I said, "No offence, Frankie, but you don't look much like Britney," and we were all rolling around laughing. We carried on talking for a while and Olivia and Amy suddenly said, "Oh, we saw something down there!" And obviously we all took it to be dodgy, but we followed them round to where Milz and Kay always sit doing their little wannabe Goth thing and they pointed out to where is said, "I love K.M" in Milz's handwriting! We were all in hysterics for ages and Milz got totally stressed and spend ages rubbing it out and blamed Becca for writing it. We all looked at her and I gasped in horror, "You fancy her!?!" and they all started laughing, and Sarah said, "I know you like meat pies Becca, but that is going a bit far!" Milz and Kay were so stressed that it made us laugh even more and she sat away from me in registration, but I'm glad, 'cause she annoys the hell outta me! Angela has been driving me crazy all day and Kerry called me just as I sat down to come on the internet asking if I wanted to go out and call for Liam. I enjoy her company, but I'm one of those people who doesn't really care what anyone else thinks, and although she claims she is to, she's always all like, "You’re such a retard!" and "I wouldn't dare!" I all this crap, so it pisses me off. Anyway, I went camping with her in the last holidays in the middle of the moors, and it was good, 'cause she was just being herself and we were just messing around and getting hyper (I spend a full five minutes walking around in circles in the dark in my PJs and saying, "I'm walking around the moors in my PJs!" really loudly 'cause I hadn't been camping before!). It was good until I got woke up at 3:27am and did the dramatic watch the sunrise while stood silhouetted against the sky, your hair blowing madly around. Then went back in the tent at 5am and must have slept, 'cause it was 7am when I felt something right behind my head ('cause I'd stuck my head right in the corner of the tent). I woke Kerry up and she was like, "Oh my god!" So I went our and this stupid fat little fuzzy lamb chewing where my head had been. I chased it away and dived back in the tent, but it came back and started bleating really loudly because it couldn't find its mum! I must stop ranting now, because I have to go sort out my site and do my little pro admin act for a while. Byesy Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321372-108740562415908488?l=justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108740562415908488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7321372&amp;postID=108740562415908488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108740562415908488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321372/posts/default/108740562415908488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmeadamnblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/next-day.html' title='The next day...'/><author><name>Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05661385400363237706</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-7321372.post-108733175465686751</id><published>2004-06-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:35:54.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beggining...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired! Today we went on a little trip to Robin Hood's Bay, which is this little village near Whitby. I got up at 7am this morning, and had to drag myself up, 'cause I had Sun Stroke yesterday and was sick ;_; I had the usual panic of what to wear, but eventually decided on my jeans, khaki green trainers with the orange symbol, orange net top and khaki green jacket and put my hair in two little pigtails. I walked with my sister, Stacey, and called for my friend, Becca, on the way. We got their early, and sat talking with Lee, Kerrie, Frankie and some others, until I gave Frankie a really sour sweet, that I'd already got Becca with, and we all started taking the mik out of her face. I was kinda dreading the Coach trip 'cause I had to sit next to Angela, she's my friend, but she is quite annoying. It was alright though, 'cause she doesn't like sitting next to the window, and I don't like sitting in the aisle, so we had a deal and sat in front of this German girl called Tabina, or something, and behind Tom W and Tom Q. Robin and Ben were sat behind Tabina and Robin kept trying to flirt with her, and started playing with her hair, but she screamed 'cause he caught her by surprise. I was talking to Tom Q most of the way, because he's started reading the 'Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy', and I've already read it, so we had a nice little discussion about it. Eventually we got there and were dumped on the grass on top of the hill. We must have looked totally weird to the locals: around 100 hyper, sweating students shouting and failing to be controlled by about five stressed teachers. We finally got down onto the beach, and spent the morning chasing crabs up and down the rock pools and I almost slipped, but I had taken my little wellies with me, so I didn't get wet. We were all taking the mik out of Angela, 'cause she's changed her name to Bunny (a stupid rip off of the Japanese Sailor Moon), and Jamie said: "Your not cute enough to be a bunny," and I decided it was a good idea to reply with: "Do you think I'm cute Jamie?" ^_^ Obviously he didn't know how to reply and blushed, and when he didn't reply we all started laughing at him. It got to lunch and I ate my tiddy little pack-up my mum had made me, but also was given two things of chips, one by Tom W and one by Bret, and then Sinead got me my favourite ice cream, Mint and Choc Chip! I was really surprised, 'cause usually we don't talk, but I did give her some of my chips. Anyway, the school slappers were hanging around the van, and Corby ran over with a little pot of sand and water and threw it all over Sinead’s jeans, and they all laughed. She just went, "Sorry, I tripped," and Sinead looked like she was gonna cry, so I just stepped in front of her and cast the four tarts one of my dazzling little grins, that I must admit I'm getting good at, and said, "Oh, that's alright Corby, your big nose must have got in the way!" And grabbed Sinead before strutting off with my ice-cream! We got half way back to where we were sat and me and Sinead just looked at each other and burst out laughing, and looked back, and they were all stood there open-mouthed! It was so funny! We went back to Tom, Tom, Chris, Jamie, Jamie, Bret, Lee Penock, Becca, Angela, Zoë, Rachael and Oliver, and we all were rolling around laughing, when Corby, Jade, Sophie and Sarah came over, all stressed and stomping their little feet! And bearing in mind I'm a 5'9" fourteen year old and they're all a little less than 5'5" I didn't find this at all intimidating, and with all my friends there too, c'mon, they didn't stand a chance! Me and Becca just started laughing and talking, totally ignoring them while they were having a little rant to themselves. Eventually they got the hint and walked off, all sulkily and having a little temper tantrum to themselves, and we just sat there watching them. Bret asked if I was going to have a fight with Corby, but I just shook my head after Becca had described it as 'suicide' on their part. After lunch we went up onto the stone sorta platform balcony above and Corby and that lot were being shouted at by one of our Professors and I just grinned at them and we all sat talking and I nicked Angela's hat and walked around in it, so everyone was laughing at me. We went back into the town and our Prof. basically dumped us with just a really bad, inaccurate hand-drawn map and we had to ask the locals questions and then count the pedestrians, but Adam and Bradley snuck off with Louis to get and ice-cream and got knackered. We just made it up and sat in this sunny little 'road' that was just like and alleyway and we were just drinking our iced drinks and getting showered with flower petals from all the flowers falling from the balconies and houses above. We went back and were just sat back where the coach had dropped us off and were all sunbathing and by the end, when  I had been really hyper and flirty, I had been told I was cute 15 times, some even by girls! And I was talking to these two lads that I hadn’t talked to before today, David K and Jordan F, and Jordan told my David things I’m ‘extremely cute’! ^_&lt; I had been talking to him all day, and think they’re both cool, but I’m still not to sure about him, even though he didn’t deny it when I looked at him! Hee hee! They sat in front of us on the bus and I was playing with his phone and looking at his picture messages and was sooooo tempted to ask for his number, but I didn’t and instead I just told him and Jordan jokes, mainly about blondes, and he thought I was really funny and told me this story about his friend Carl someone that I really, really didn’t want to know, so you can probably guess that it was dodgy. We got back to school and all piled of the coaches, and I walked home with Becca and Sam, and he kept feeling our arses, until Becca grabbed him…*cough cough*…&lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt;, if you know what I mean. And he just said, “Keep your hands where I can see them”, so I started laughing and said, “It depends where you’re looking,” and he pointed down Becca’s top, and she told me who she fancied, but I’m not gonna write who it is…^_^ I got home and just played on my laptop, ignoring the masses of homework I probably have . Ah, well, must dash! Got loads to do! Starting a partition about some horrid ugly sculpture they’re planning to make on the beach! 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