<?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-11144639</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:28.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funkiblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-115270297549871867</id><published>2006-07-12T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:16:15.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The P Word</title><content type='html'>Well firstly The Venue last night was very very fun and I enjoyed dancing and wearing my vans and hevs converse :D&lt;br /&gt;I went kind of hypo after we swapped a shoe :S for a reason I know not of.&lt;br /&gt;Sam got up on stage with Balooga who were great (I filmed some of them hee) and the other two bands were also fab (especially BLA)&lt;br /&gt;HA then me, Hev and Sam went to catch a bus. We were in the middle of a conversation about the night and different bands, when this random old guy just started talking to us about... I can't even remember what about (some tv programme he'd watched last night?) and I was trying SO hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't really talking to me or Hev though, however he was VERY interested in Sam, and kept putting his hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezing it, and putting his head right next to Sam's! Oh deary me, twas hilerious!&lt;br /&gt;I kept expecting him to flash at us or something. Luckily he got on a different bus to his new friend Sam and so all was well. Except that my (and Im sure Hevs is too) lip is scratched and hurting from biting it so hard to stop laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story of the day.  Or of the yesterday. Oh yes, the P word is peadophile (I have no idea how to spell that) I suppose it could also be pervert...&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-115270297549871867?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/115270297549871867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=115270297549871867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/115270297549871867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/115270297549871867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/07/p-word.html' title='The P Word'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-114747204987843619</id><published>2006-05-12T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:14:09.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furnace!</title><content type='html'>Hee I went to Furnace tonight and it was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit freaky at first but I soon got used to it and started to really enjoy myself... I nearly started crying at one point but I wont go into too much detail about that lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was really great and I hope to go next week too :)&lt;br /&gt;Hee Heather had these bouborn biscuits that she fed us all with so we all looked like fat people mwahaha. Yeah. You had to be there :S&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Im going now because I want a drink of milk and the fridge is out of reach from my position right now. xXx xXx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-114747204987843619?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114747204987843619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=114747204987843619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114747204987843619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114747204987843619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/furnace.html' title='Furnace!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-114693520659322438</id><published>2006-05-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:06:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zutons!</title><content type='html'>Zutons in like 2 hours! WOOP WOOP WOOP!&lt;br /&gt;omg Im so excited as is my mother! Its gonna be so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-114693520659322438?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114693520659322438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=114693520659322438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114693520659322438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114693520659322438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/05/zutons.html' title='Zutons!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-114565322663815143</id><published>2006-04-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:00:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>So me and mum booked a holiday today which was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Lake Garda (Bardolino) in Italy for 2 weeks in summer. The pictures looked amazing and we are staying in a really small cute hotel called Villa Mulino.&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited! Its my first proper holiday abroad :D&lt;br /&gt;Well today I bought some more skinny jeans and got contact lenses fitted (they should be arriving around Tuesday).&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. Apart from Im SICK of revising. Science and maths revision burn in hell mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Noone is online : ( ooo zutons soon the new album is sooooo fabby.&lt;br /&gt;Go and buy it. (Or borrow it if your Jodie) although Jodie has a job now woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-114565322663815143?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114565322663815143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=114565322663815143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114565322663815143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114565322663815143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-114504638326957080</id><published>2006-04-14T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:26:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Scenesters!</title><content type='html'>Im blogging at the request of Heather... :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so a lot has happened since my last blog, been to a few gigs, Alkaline Trio, Buzzcocks and We Are Scientists. They were all fabulous... Zutons and Futureheads soon! :D Happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;And the cribs are so great. Id totally forgotten about them since like July, and then I found their first album under my computer and Ive been playing it oooover and over. Id forgotten how great it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The kooks wooo! They are amazing and the lead singer has hot hair... Hes called Luke somethingorother. Pritchard maybe? I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Easter holidays are probably going to consist of mainly science revision but they did get off to a rather fabbeh start with the musical marathon at Jodies house...&lt;br /&gt;That was ace I had a great time although Mac is scary and he chased me around the table. *Shudders*.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie decided it was me, Heather and Zoe he didnt like... Hmmm. Hes very cute but also rather terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments  please :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-114504638326957080?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114504638326957080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=114504638326957080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114504638326957080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114504638326957080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-scenesters.html' title='Hey Scenesters!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-114470324231797584</id><published>2006-04-10T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:07:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAR</title><content type='html'>I am sat at the computer twitching nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was meant to be home AGES ago and normally I wouldnt CARE but today I NEED her because I need to book tickets for The Futureheads and shes NOT HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAR&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/11144639-114470324231797584?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/114470324231797584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=114470324231797584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114470324231797584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/114470324231797584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/04/gar.html' title='GAR'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113960447346313465</id><published>2006-02-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:47:53.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie's Opinion</title><content type='html'>So today there was the whole Kim Brindles phone got nicked saga and we all had our bags checked in P.E.&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out Danni had it cos Kim B supposedly stole £20 from Danni when she was drunk. But Kim B blamed Kim A (stop being called Kim people its confusing!) because Kim A broke up Kim B and her boyfriend a bit ago.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there are the facts but I just want to have my say on it because it all annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;I know its none of my business but I want to stick up for Kim B because noone else is!&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENCE TO ANYONE I MENTION NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The 'stealing' of £20 from Danni was probably actually borrowing, and  Kim B couldn't remember.  Fair enough for Danni to be upset but I just think that stealing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. It was tight to blame Kim A with no evidence but also it was even more tight of Kim A to persuade Alan to dump Kim B for no good reason. If someone did that to me I wouldnt be best pleased.&lt;br /&gt;3. And mostly I think it was tight on Kim B because lots of people knew about it, but nobody told her (including me). If somebody nicked my phone I would want my mates to tell me if they knew anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go. Once again, no offence anybody but thats just what I think.&lt;br /&gt;And don't give Kim B a hard time cos she's not done anything wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113960447346313465?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113960447346313465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113960447346313465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113960447346313465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113960447346313465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/02/annies-opinion.html' title='Annie&apos;s Opinion'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113848535397557404</id><published>2006-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:55:53.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Me</title><content type='html'>I went to the mill for the first time on Friday night&lt;br /&gt;(As Laura rightly said I was a mill virgin lol)&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo good! There was a band on first, with a guy in it who works in Reef who was hawt... Then there was another band which were koool and then...&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot Golden Boys were on and they were AMAZING! Rachel said they were good but I didn't think they would be THAT good!&lt;br /&gt;Wow it was so ace.  Har har. I cant believe I was nervous about going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113848535397557404?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113848535397557404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113848535397557404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113848535397557404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113848535397557404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-me.html' title='Happy Me'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113700736946666267</id><published>2006-01-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:22:49.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gar</title><content type='html'>Stuffs a bit crappy and weird at the moment with friends and stuff, which I think is partly my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the drama practises at dinner time aren't my fault, and if my mates choose to get upset about my not having dinner with them and 'ignoring' them, then thats up to them.&lt;br /&gt;And I have been spending a bit more time with some other mates,&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean that I don't still luff you Katie K and Jayson etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a lighter note I have found money in my piggy bank (which is actually a cow)&lt;br /&gt;So I have money for gigs (if I can find people to go with) and clothes, cds etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking m msn space for news about upcoming gigs that I wanna go to and stoof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113700736946666267?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113700736946666267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113700736946666267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113700736946666267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113700736946666267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/01/gar.html' title='Gar'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113615006350734942</id><published>2006-01-01T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:14:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>Was absolutely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Alice and Katie's Polish party, it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;We all had quite a lot to drink (Lambrusco) and I danced with lots of mad Polish people&lt;br /&gt;(Especially Zanek and Pawlo who are bonkers but fab)&lt;br /&gt;We (all 11 of us) were stood round the table singing in Polish (I didn't know the words but I laughing too much to sing anyway) and hugging each other -&lt;br /&gt;Thats what New Year should be like hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 me, Al and Katie ran around outside shouting HAPPY NEW YEAR! And I seem to remember shouting&lt;br /&gt;'Get up and party you boring sods' to noone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised I was *ahem* not sober, but falling over on the grass and making my tights muddy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Sahara which was suuuch a good film&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew McConaghy for Alice and Steve Zahn for me lmao) double date all sorted out there...&lt;br /&gt;The next day we all crowded into the van (that is 9 of us) to go to Polish church, it was so funny and they were all still drunk hehe...&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your new year readers of my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113615006350734942?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113615006350734942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113615006350734942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113615006350734942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113615006350734942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113554703746303127</id><published>2005-12-25T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:43:57.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Has been fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;I got an mp3 player (finally entered the 21st century)&lt;br /&gt;And loads of random stuff including a very very funkeh hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul came for dinner (the traditional duck - yum)&lt;br /&gt;Then we played an odd karaoke game which was really an excuse for me and mum to sing really loudly to the manic street preachers.&lt;br /&gt;Paul got scared and went outside hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then my champagne hyperness wore off and I went really tired, so I made myself a cuppa tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now mum and Paul are having a conversation in the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what its about but Paul keeps saying shit very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks they are having a 'discussion'&lt;br /&gt;(In other words an arguement but they think Im stupid so they've renamed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to Aiden and talking to my friendies.&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;Download In Flames - they rock.&lt;br /&gt;Roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113554703746303127?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113554703746303127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113554703746303127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113554703746303127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113554703746303127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113441529765984666</id><published>2005-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:21:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funness</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to nans church, which is usually a very boring affair.&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday twas quite goood.&lt;br /&gt;There was a wedding reception, avec champagne :)&lt;br /&gt;I dont like champagne on its own but with orange it is tres nice.&lt;br /&gt;My nan and grandad kept getting me more, as did Uncle Stephen (mwahaha bad influence Uncle)&lt;br /&gt;But after only three glasses they stopped my intake.&lt;br /&gt;"We dont want any teenage drunkenness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I amused myself by inhaling helium from the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;*Note to anybody who has never done this*&lt;br /&gt;It makes your voice go really squeaky.&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Backtrack... You have never inhaled helium?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! You have never lived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of that day was singing twinkle twinkle litle star with my Uncle (whilst affected by helium)&lt;br /&gt;Very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113441529765984666?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113441529765984666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113441529765984666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113441529765984666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113441529765984666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/funness.html' title='Funness'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113424277735976845</id><published>2005-12-10T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:26:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Waves*</title><content type='html'>The 'helping out' at the Gabryschs turned out to be just babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;Which was predictable.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be great cos at 9 I flicked the tv to the hits and there was&lt;br /&gt;'The 50 Greatest Headbangers' on.&lt;br /&gt;Which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the Gabrysch kiddies got scared cos pretty soon then went to bed&lt;br /&gt;(It was 10 at the time)&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose Marilyn Manson headbanging and screaming would scare any small child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining. He rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex wasn't there so my plan to convert him into rockingness had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Which I was slightly peeved about,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I would have made him watch the music with me. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara - we will give them mohicans yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113424277735976845?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113424277735976845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113424277735976845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113424277735976845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113424277735976845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/waves.html' title='*Waves*'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113408022421477212</id><published>2005-12-08T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:17:04.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello There Friend</title><content type='html'>Wednesday sporned an obsession with torrettes for me and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;We were stood outside Booths&lt;br /&gt;(note - we were waiting for Kim's mum, we were most definately NOT 'hanging out' there like chavs do)&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to scare random passers by.&lt;br /&gt;So we started to have a perfectly normal conversation about school and the likes, and then when two (I'd say year 7/8ish) kids walked past I suddenly shouted&lt;br /&gt;'FUCK' really loud.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kim apologized for me, saying I had tourettes.&lt;br /&gt;They jumped outta their little skins bless em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the weekend I'm off to the Gabrysches (woop :D) to 'help out' with something. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday night its off to nans (sarcastic woop) and then nans church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;(sarcastic HURRAH)&lt;br /&gt;*smiles sarcastically then pretends to shoot self in head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it folks.&lt;br /&gt;I leave yee with a riddle,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard yet soft, I'm colourful yet clear, I am jelly&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113408022421477212?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113408022421477212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113408022421477212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113408022421477212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113408022421477212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-hello-there-friend.html' title='Well Hello There Friend'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113371761325531602</id><published>2005-12-04T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:33:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts!</title><content type='html'>Ice skating on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;What started off as a fun time, dancing on the bus, skating madly etc&lt;br /&gt;turned into a bit of a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are THE FACTS incase anyone *cough* has told you 'their version of events'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour into ice skating, Katie Mc started complaining that she had a blister (sob sob)&lt;br /&gt;So her and Sara left the ice to sit at the side.&lt;br /&gt;Fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kim were having a great time, and helping a tiny lost ginger child find his parents.&lt;br /&gt;So we said 'just give us another half hour'&lt;br /&gt;That is reasonable dont u agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was having none of it.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to leave, so she decided that everyone else had to too.&lt;br /&gt;After the said half hour, we left the ice. Good as gold, huh Kim?&lt;br /&gt;Then... ooo... where have the bus tickets gone?&lt;br /&gt;Could have been an accident. Could of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to KFC, then Katie stormed off, saying she was getting a lift from her dad.&lt;br /&gt;We barely had time to realise what she doing before she had disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;SO we went to bus station (Blackburn one) to wait, but no sign of Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang her literally every two minutes to check she was ok, but she ignored our calls.&lt;br /&gt;We were really worried.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she got home alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is blaming me and Kim&lt;br /&gt;Saying WE were in a mood with KATIE!&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;Theres the facts people. Stop sticking up for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113371761325531602?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113371761325531602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113371761325531602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113371761325531602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113371761325531602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/facts.html' title='The Facts!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113346630768146056</id><published>2005-12-01T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:45:07.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad :( :( :(</title><content type='html'>I am very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, work experience is nearly over,&lt;br /&gt;Only a day to go...&lt;br /&gt;*Cries*&lt;br /&gt;Ive made loadsa new friends, not to mention Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to leave them all to go back to smelly school!&lt;br /&gt;Not good. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Adam (cool guy with strange hair) pretended to lock me in the bay&lt;br /&gt;(the place where stock is kept)&lt;br /&gt;And I had a ride on the end of a clothes rail that Michael was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Marcus briefly, and&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;Save me please... I love my TJ Hughes... :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad right now. Not even the thought of ice skating on Saturday can cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113346630768146056?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113346630768146056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113346630768146056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113346630768146056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113346630768146056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/12/sad.html' title='Sad :( :( :('/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113311823791096530</id><published>2005-11-27T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:03:57.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>Were totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;They were amazing, every song was fabtasical.&lt;br /&gt;The Rakes were funky (great dancing from Alan Donohoe) and Editors were fantastic, playing some of my fave songs, bullets, lights and munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Franz Ferdinand...&lt;br /&gt;Bloody brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;They opened with This Boy and finished with This Fire.&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Out was ace, everyone was jumping manically and screaming the words.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell off my row in This Fire, Alice had to catch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was moi, Alice, Katie and Pawlo (Polish dude - now known as 'P')&lt;br /&gt;It was Pawlo's first big concert, bless im.&lt;br /&gt;He was copying all my dance moves and trying to do the rock sign hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Alice and Katies, their parents tried to get me drunk, refilling my wine glass every two minutes, and chanting&lt;br /&gt;'A-nnie, A-nnie, A-nnie'&lt;br /&gt;like a cult group&lt;br /&gt;And Alice! Tut tut tut...&lt;br /&gt;Proper little alcoholic there...  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;So, basically it rocked&lt;br /&gt;I have a t-shirt wOOp :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113311823791096530?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113311823791096530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113311823791096530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113311823791096530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113311823791096530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/franz-ferdinand.html' title='Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113277686337685605</id><published>2005-11-23T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:14:23.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hot guy...</title><content type='html'>Is called Marcus Keane.&lt;br /&gt;I found out today, I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He is so hot...&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what time I finished at (5.30)&lt;br /&gt;He is on until 7 bless 'im.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;So we say hi to eachother everytime we pass by now :D&lt;br /&gt;Its so great.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to work in Scene (rock on!)&lt;br /&gt;Work Experience is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Loving every minute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113277686337685605?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113277686337685605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113277686337685605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113277686337685605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113277686337685605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/hot-guy.html' title='The hot guy...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113260078580006012</id><published>2005-11-21T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:19:50.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Experience</title><content type='html'>Was so strangely fun.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact that I had to drag myself out of bed a whole quarter-of-an-hour earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was so fun, stacking shelves was oddly relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;Although I hit my head on a clothes rail and I have a big scar :D&lt;br /&gt;There is a very hot guy working there hehe and he came to talk to me :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo Harry Potter rocked!&lt;br /&gt;The fitness of Ron and Cedric.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours spent drooling at Ron. What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo I'm off now to dance retardedly to Q.O.T.S.A - no one knows&lt;br /&gt;I luv it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vines! Are ace! Yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113260078580006012?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113260078580006012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113260078580006012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113260078580006012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113260078580006012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/work-experience.html' title='Work Experience'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113216707343912327</id><published>2005-11-16T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:51:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutted</title><content type='html'>Mr Ranson clocked my two extra earrings today.&lt;br /&gt;And he took the other 2  away. (The diamond ones).&lt;br /&gt;Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;He said that in order to get them back I need a note from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Seemed simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;MUM WON'T WRITE ONE&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want it to look bad on her,&lt;br /&gt;fair enough&lt;br /&gt;But that means I've lost my favourite pair of earrings&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113216707343912327?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113216707343912327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113216707343912327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113216707343912327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113216707343912327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/gutted.html' title='Gutted'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113190593561922135</id><published>2005-11-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:18:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOTTISH lmao Carmen</title><content type='html'>Went to town with Carmen and randomly walked around for ages and had soup in a cup :D warm soup...&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited at an automatic door for about 5 minutes before we realised it wasnt gonna open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found muddles (cereal) and bought it wOOp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had English tea in British Home Stores didnt we Carmen? It was spiffing tea and we saw Hannah Blackburn who works there. And we made a very kool sculpture with the teapots, cups, sugar and spoons but the waitor ruined it : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Kim and Becki and sat on the memorial (memorial Carmen yep yep)  and 2 people talked to us wooo&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH JOHN LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was all Scottishly fun and we played a game with Becki's crutches :D&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH AUNTIE WAINWRIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113190593561922135?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113190593561922135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113190593561922135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113190593561922135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113190593561922135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/scottish-lmao-carmen.html' title='SCOTTISH lmao Carmen'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113182212094736883</id><published>2005-11-12T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:02:00.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially</title><content type='html'>Going to see Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the tickets last night. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;Its at Manchester Uni and should be a larf.&lt;br /&gt;Although Jono is threatening to throw me and Sara into the moshpit.&lt;br /&gt;Sara says "I'm scared!"&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;"BRING IT ON"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a last word...&lt;br /&gt;Jon is gonna get thrown into the moshpit&lt;br /&gt;And killed&lt;br /&gt;Probably by suffocation&lt;br /&gt;Either that or being stood on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was a bit more than a word...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113182212094736883?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113182212094736883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113182212094736883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113182212094736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113182212094736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-officially.html' title='I am officially'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113156354087343952</id><published>2005-11-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:12:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy me!</title><content type='html'>Today has been sooo great not only did I pass my French exam (huge weight off my shoulders - I was shitting myself) but Ian said he is gonna get me and Sara tickets to see Simple Plan with him and some other peeps. W00p! *Celebration song* Simple Plan kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks its Franz Ferdinand concert with Katie, Alice and Pawel (the Polish guy Alice luvz)  wehey! Im lookin forward to that muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Jaysons party on Saturday, ice skating hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;I think there are 10 of us going and a 'mystery guest' who is really Chris Spicer but *sssshhhh* dont tell Katie Mc cos we cant wait to see her face when hes there! Its gonna be world war 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Symon I hate you! You got to meet Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance you lucky sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE  SUBWAYS RAWK! They are playing at 53 degrees but grrrrrr its over 18s.&lt;br /&gt;*points to the manager of 53 degrees*&lt;br /&gt;You smell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113156354087343952?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113156354087343952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113156354087343952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113156354087343952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113156354087343952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-me.html' title='Happy me!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113139025602657080</id><published>2005-11-07T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:04:16.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident Prone</title><content type='html'>Well I had lots of accidents today. That sounds extremely wrong, as if I kept wetting myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst 'accident' was after school when my group and another group was practising our blood brothers dramas (for Friday - eep)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was walking backwards across the side of the stage (I now recognise that that was not a bright idea) and suddenly there was no ground under my foot and I fell off the stage. Oww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, Sam and Michael pissed themselves laughing (probably literally, in Michael's case) and so did I actually, although it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bruise on my bum : (&lt;br /&gt;Its purple!&lt;br /&gt;How strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113139025602657080?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113139025602657080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113139025602657080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113139025602657080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113139025602657080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/accident-prone.html' title='Accident Prone'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113130621299929302</id><published>2005-11-06T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:43:33.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks and sardines!</title><content type='html'>On Friday night I went to Katie's and we watched Air Force One which is an ace film.&lt;br /&gt;We (or rather I) swooned over Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;So what if he's a bit old he's still hot! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;People need to get over that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - went to town in the rain and could not find Jayson a present ANYWHERE! &gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat night went to the Gabryschs for a firework display and bonfire which was ace then we all played sardines.&lt;br /&gt;(This funky game where someone hides and everyone has to find them, and if u find them u hide with them) Its really funni and you get the giggles bad style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Alex beat me up. Which is amusing. For both of us. Mainly him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO Newman was good saw this hot guy called Alex (not that Alex) in English hehe. Looking forwars to going there :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113130621299929302?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113130621299929302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113130621299929302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113130621299929302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113130621299929302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/11/fireworks-and-sardines.html' title='Fireworks and sardines!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113077920374725700</id><published>2005-10-31T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:20:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided that...</title><content type='html'>OATIES ARE THE FUTURE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaties are these most wonderfully strangely delicious biscuits located in the Gabrysch family cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;They taste like porridge!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;They are way cool and rule the world like no other.&lt;br /&gt;Bow down to the porridge biscuits people.&lt;br /&gt;Bow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the kitchen cupboard is randomly full of cat food. Fr some reason mum decided that Oscar didn't have enough and bought about a years supply. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind but the bloody animal weighs about 10 stone anyway. He's a little fatty.&lt;br /&gt;*All point at the cat and laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Fat cat.&lt;br /&gt;About to get fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its plotting to eliminate the human race&lt;br /&gt;Im sure of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113077920374725700?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113077920374725700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113077920374725700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113077920374725700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113077920374725700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-decided-that.html' title='I have decided that...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113045168933898895</id><published>2005-10-27T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:21:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just say</title><content type='html'>Whats with the times on my blogs?&lt;br /&gt;As if Id blog at 4.15 AM or whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in bed at that time (unless your seriously tapped in the head) and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what time the computer will say Im blogging at now.&lt;br /&gt;Its 11.20PM by the way now.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113045168933898895?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113045168933898895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113045168933898895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113045168933898895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113045168933898895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can I just say'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113041379762965607</id><published>2005-10-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T04:49:57.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night I was...</title><content type='html'>...Hidden under my duvet trembling with pure fright. Well, thats an exaggeration but I did keep opening one eye to check that no characters from the numerous horror films me and Kim watched on Monday night were in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They werent thankfully. But perhaps they are under my bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So I stayed at Kims on Monday night and we watched The Blair Witch Project, The Amityville Horror, Scream 2 (on E4) and House Of Wax - but Id already seen that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blair Witch Project was pretty freaky especially when Josh goes missing and they hear him screming at night. By God, that scream was realistic. And when she found that stick sack full of intestines outside her tent. Nice. And its meant to be real footage. Eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much about The Amityville Horror - found that more funny than scary, especially when the little lad is at the mirror and a retarded gollum type thing appears behind him. But it was kinda kool.&lt;br /&gt;Scream 2 was great although I was miffed that the kool films guy dies (cant remember his name) he was ace and he should have got the girl  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of wax. Only three words - Chad Michael Murray!!! Need I saw more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankyou Jodie for helping me with my blog ITS BLUE WAHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So basically the blair witch project is ace but freaky. Ahh theres a noise *checks the window* its her, shes come for me aaaaaaahhhhhhh............&lt;br /&gt;(Even though I dont live in the woods near Burkitsville, Maryland)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113041379762965607?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113041379762965607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113041379762965607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113041379762965607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113041379762965607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-i-was.html' title='Last night I was...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-113016955734314303</id><published>2005-10-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:59:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got back from...</title><content type='html'>...My little expedition to Lane Ends. And I now have two new little gold earrings. One in the ear lobe and one in the cartilage (top part). Wahey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Kim's house for a sleepover in about half an hour. We're having a scary movie night (scream 2 is on E4) and lots of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the trip to the grandparents was very productive. As well as pocket money I got an assortment of Maltese food.&lt;br /&gt;Galetti - (water crackers)&lt;br /&gt;Timpana - (pasta pie)&lt;br /&gt;Pastitsie - (my favourite - cheese pasties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside, I had to sit and watch a half hour photo slide show with my papa saying 'this is your great aunty Lena and your cousin Miguel.' But there was a funni photo of my papa in Valetta harbour with his mouth wide open and a cruise ship sailing into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I now want a holiday to Malta to see my relatives, even if they are strange looking and annoyingly tanned. Not much more to say except,&lt;br /&gt;The music downlaoder is still broken. &lt;br /&gt;And I forgot Maximo Park on my new list of fave bands. But there it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113016955734314303?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113016955734314303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113016955734314303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113016955734314303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113016955734314303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-got-back-from.html' title='Just got back from...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113015965856914885</id><published>2005-10-24T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:14:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah</title><content type='html'>Off to get my ears pierced again in about 10 minutes. Wehey.&lt;br /&gt;And then its off to Kim's for a sleepover with lots of scary movies (Scream 2 is on E4 tonight) and chocolate mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for tea at the grandparents was quite productive last night. Apart from the whole pointless photo slide show of&lt;br /&gt;'this is your great aunty Lena and this is your cousin Miguel' and this is where I went to school yayaya'&lt;br /&gt;But there was quite a funni photo of my grandad in Valetta harbour with his mouth open and a cruise ship going into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of yummy Maltese food including:&lt;br /&gt;Galetti - (water crackers)&lt;br /&gt;Timpana - (pasta pie)&lt;br /&gt;Pastitsie - (my favourite - cheese pasties) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now (this happens every time the grandies visit Malta) I wanna go and meet my strange relatives who all look slightly weird and annoyingly tanned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113015965856914885?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113015965856914885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113015965856914885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113015965856914885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113015965856914885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurrah.html' title='Hurrah'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113007859156855812</id><published>2005-10-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:43:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me (yes u Jodie)</title><content type='html'>I've just realised (serious blonde moment here) that my blog is horribly pink!&lt;br /&gt;Help me!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to change it and its hurting my eyes. Eugh the pinkness.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has so far consisted of me deciding that my three favourite bands at the moment are The Zutons, We Are Scientists (currently listening to nobody move, nobody get hurt) and New Found Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a Sunday afternoon and Im blogging. Theres no need to tell me I know how unbelievably lame that is. And now Im off to the grandparents. Woop. Lame Sunday continues. But hopefully with some money and/or present from their holiday with the rellies in Malta coming my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid downlaoder wont work! No new intake of my fave bands for me today : (     : (     : ( &lt;br /&gt;Jodie I expect a comment on how to change this bloody pink.&lt;br /&gt;Thankies&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113007859156855812?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113007859156855812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113007859156855812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113007859156855812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113007859156855812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-yes-u-jodie.html' title='Help me (yes u Jodie)'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-113000786059750449</id><published>2005-10-22T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:04:20.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well today was...</title><content type='html'>...Pretty fun. Katie picked me up from my house with Sally (her dog which tries to eat me every time it sees me) and this weird guy was stood watching us for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally begged me for some choccie bar but I was told not to let her, so she sulked and stared at me giving me the guilt look. She must of seen me put the wrapper in my pocket cos the next thing I knew her mouth and nose was in my pocket biting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned something... Although it is a secret for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its half term wahoo. *Celebration song*. Ciara and Rory might be coming down (I very much hopes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slightly peed off (again) cos I missed Balooga at the 12 bar. I was gonna go to the gig with Sara but on Friday she backed out and so I had nobody to go with : (&lt;br /&gt;Yes you should all feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im ok right now cos Im singing along to the zutons 'Dont ever think, ever think, ever think too much'&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty. I think I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;:D *ba doo doo doo* its pressure point now go zutons&lt;br /&gt;Who killed them?  hmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-113000786059750449?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/113000786059750449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=113000786059750449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113000786059750449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/113000786059750449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-today-was.html' title='Well today was...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-112983402390328757</id><published>2005-10-20T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:47:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gollygosh</title><content type='html'>I was very peed off last night cos of the whole 'I wanna go see Simple Plan but there is no-one to take me' thing. But I'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;Myerscough College was pretty kool. Actually, it sucked apart from the army simulator which was funni. I wasn't gonna go on it, but Jayson and Symon wouldnt let me out of the queue so I ended up on the ride. (If you can call it a ride). Basically I got thrown about for 5 minutes which was ace.&lt;br /&gt;Lost was so kool on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;'Me Kate, me throw rock!'&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer is so funny I piss myself laffin at nearly all his lines hes so sarcastic!&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mc and Luke decided to call me 'piggy' cos apparently my nose looks like a pigs... Ok then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ICT we had to lug all these huge boxes to a bonfire hehe. Que me and kim fighting with the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to take some of these small polystyrene 's' things that were in one of the boxes, and was walking around with them in my pocket. I then proceeded to throw them at Jonathon in English, but then I had to clean them up grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Kulbacki is trying to get me to do public speaking again!&lt;br /&gt;As if!&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him public speaking. The cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112983402390328757?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112983402390328757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112983402390328757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112983402390328757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112983402390328757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-gollygosh.html' title='Oh My Gollygosh'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-112888975574328559</id><published>2005-10-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T13:29:15.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm... Oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>Nearly forgot what I was gonna say...&lt;br /&gt;Half day Thursday - went into town and bought lotsh of long stripy balloons. Katie Donut blew them up (how ironic, the smallest one and yet the only one who could blow them up) and we all hit eachother with them. Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Open Evening was pretty good. Jayson strangled me a lot and I saw a hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;But, Ok, I'm 'concentrating on my work' this year, so no guy distractions... but...&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the Gabryschs on Friday. And we all know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;Distracted already.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I tried : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112888975574328559?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112888975574328559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112888975574328559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112888975574328559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112888975574328559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/erm-oh-yeah.html' title='Erm... Oh yeah!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-112836409132584509</id><published>2005-10-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:28:11.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodie's Party!</title><content type='html'>Was so ace and everyone looked fabtastical and funky - straight out the 70s and 80s!&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cool party and I had a great time dancing with everyoneand it was so funky.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I think I already wrote that on my space but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I got a music downloader woohoo so I currently have the Hard - Fi album on (Starts Of CCTV - get it its ace!)&lt;br /&gt;Oooo no its changed its now Nirvana with the cool name of the song that could win a medal for being weird and lond:&lt;br /&gt;Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle&lt;br /&gt;It is very nicey. And good.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112836409132584509?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112836409132584509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112836409132584509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112836409132584509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112836409132584509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/10/jodies-party.html' title='Jodie&apos;s Party!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112766641052295166</id><published>2005-09-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:40:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McFly gig</title><content type='html'>Well McFly were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We were all screaming and jumping about and Danny pointed straight at us. And how fit is Dougie???? Very very very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Lost is the greatest programme ever invented! Its so cool and Sawyer is so HOT! Jack is kind of fit too but he gets annoying after a while cos hes so good and kind. Its like, be nasty for once!!! But Sawyer... well... what can I say? Gorgeous, bad ass, attitude (a hint of Kurt Cobain in there lookswise). Charlie is kinda cute too, but, yeah, Jodie was obsessed with him first and Sawyer is for me. Sawyer Sawyer Sawyer you are ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadkill is a totally great film - I recommend it. Paul Walker is gorgeous and Steve Zahn is hot too. Apart from the nice guys in it, its a funky storyline as well... *hint* check out the scene when they go into the burger bar with no clothes on... nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112766641052295166?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112766641052295166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112766641052295166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112766641052295166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112766641052295166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/09/mcfly-gig.html' title='McFly gig'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112499543487663445</id><published>2005-08-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:43:54.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing 2...</title><content type='html'>...Is the best film ever. It is so funky! We all watched it on Friday at mine and all did our lil Salsa routines. Oh yeah - we started salsa dancing every tuesday! Its so cool! We've only been twice and already we've learnt loads. No Diego Luna lookalikes though... Oh well... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda scary though, we are in the middle group now, but in the advanced group, you get loadsa old people (and I mean old) getting down and dirty. And then you get the guys who think they are pros and tell you you're doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing 2... so great. And the music kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Katie *ahem* hands off Diego Luna he's mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112499543487663445?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112499543487663445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112499543487663445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112499543487663445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112499543487663445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/08/dirty-dancing-2.html' title='Dirty Dancing 2...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-112430382767442824</id><published>2005-08-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:37:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently listening to...</title><content type='html'>...Arctic Monkeys who are the greatest band of August. They have a single out soon (fake tales from San Fransisco) which is totally ace and my personal fave (I have the not-so-legal album) is mardy bum hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a class band and I totally recommend you listen to them *wags finger at you* buy their single soon! The lead singer is called Alex Turner and he is totally HOT! I could of gone to see them in Wigan, but OH NO mum has to say 'no its too late blah blah ruining my life blah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so you heard it here first, from me, Anna-Maria Isabelle Consiglio, that the Arctic Monkeys are gonna be HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112430382767442824?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112430382767442824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112430382767442824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112430382767442824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112430382767442824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/08/currently-listening-to.html' title='Currently listening to...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-112378586491326308</id><published>2005-08-11T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:44:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camalot and Affleck's</title><content type='html'>Camalot was fun! I did rather a lot of screaming and yelling. I made a complete idiot of myself on the whirlwind because I started yelling random things that didn't make sense, just as the ride came round to where everyone was waiting. Whirlwind is ace, totally cool. I usually yell things along the line of 'spinny spinny'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Rack is ace. This little lad was sat next to me at the back, and Kim kept yelling fuck so I said, 'dont swear in front of the little kid' and then I asked him if he knew what the 'f word' was, and he told me to fuck off! It was really funny and he was a little dude. We were just there having a perfectly normal conversation as the ride went up and down n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Becki kept 'falling in love' with the guys working on the rides lol. (But secretly I thought they were all minging *ssshh*) This Pendragons Plunge was ace but it only lasted like, 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affleck's Palace was ACE! I bought a nirvana t-shirt, a Ramones t-shirt, a 'nightmare before christmas' t-shirt, 6 badges, a star dangly thing for my room and these totally cool shoes that are all pink and swirly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a funny day, and Chris is now apparently in love with Katie Mc. He said 'imagine what me and Katie would do if we shared a house'. Not nice to think about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112378586491326308?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112378586491326308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112378586491326308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112378586491326308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112378586491326308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/08/camalot-and-afflecks.html' title='Camalot and Affleck&apos;s'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112353034688044708</id><published>2005-08-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:45:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't guess from the title IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this ace black and white electric guitar and amp. Now I can be like Lindsay Lohan in Freaky Friday singing that kool song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't wanna grow up I wanna get out, HEY, take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout out, take me away away away away away ayyyyyyy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of money too, so I'm planning on spending most of it in Afflex Palace on Wednsday. I also got Little Britain yey! All the famille came round today.  And I'm going to Camalot tomorrow woohoooo! I will be screaming my head off lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112353034688044708?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112353034688044708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112353034688044708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112353034688044708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112353034688044708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112283460537140964</id><published>2005-07-31T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:30:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooo I'm back</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back and hasn't this week been awesome (sorry to steal Dave's word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mainly consisted of all of us running around the field and playing scary eggs on the trampoline. I am battered and bruised. Oh and I fell off Alex's skateboard and I have a very large and purple bruise on my bottom but of course, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we went to Dunsop Bridge to the play area thing which was fun and me and Katey enjoyed jumping off the swings. Then Alex and Sebastian (Alex's mate - kool name) pushed me on this spinning thing and I fell down a hill and into the brook because I was so dizzy. Then they thought it would be amusing to chuck stones at me to splash me while I was still disorientated and led in the brook, soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday we had a tennis tournament and I came second (Al came first, but only cos the stupid dog kept running away with the ball) and then Alex, Seb and Daniel (another of Al's mates - kool ginger dude) decided to use the tennis rackets to hit apples at me. And also to attack me and Fenella with shoes while we were on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, it poured with rain, so, randomly, we decided to go to an outdoor adventure playground in the Lake District. That mainly consisted of all of us running around and whizzing down slides screaming 'my knickers are wet!'. And boy, were we wet. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im home again now (kind of sad but happy) and I hope you all missed me *narrows eyes*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112283460537140964?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112283460537140964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112283460537140964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112283460537140964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112283460537140964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/07/woooo-im-back.html' title='Woooo I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112205842354891494</id><published>2005-07-22T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:53:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I am...</title><content type='html'>... Off up to Bilsborrow (ie - village before Garstang) for my happy holiday with the Gabryschs. For those of you who are about to ask what a Gabrysch is, it is the name of a family I know. They are great, like cousins. There is Alex (13), Katey (10), Fenella (8) and Nikolai (5). They are fabby, so this week should be a laugh... Although will miss all my mates... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, for those of you who dont know I am seeing Dave yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we all went to fabby ice skating for Katie Mcs birthday bash. It was cool and I had fun skating very fast. In KFC this random guy started gabbling on to Dave about something which was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am going to Rock In The Park tomorrow - should be a laugh. Apparently some quite good music. Oh... and today I went to town with mother which turned out to be very productive as she bought me loadsa stuff even though its nearly my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hint* my birthday *hint* 8th August *cheesy grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112205842354891494?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112205842354891494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112205842354891494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112205842354891494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112205842354891494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-i-am.html' title='Well I am...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112093343258371150</id><published>2005-07-09T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:23:52.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Eves and the RE lesson...</title><content type='html'>A story by Annie Consiglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Mrs Eves first covered my art lesson, and, theres no nice way to put it. She pisses me off big style. She started trying to tell Sy what to do with his charmed sign, so I said 'I think Symon is capable of doing it himself' to which I got a 'its none of your business Annie' to which I replied 'its none of yours either'. Then she decided to tell him off for using a scalpol on the desk so I got annoyed and stressed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I went off to RE, and who should walk into the classroom... Mrs Eves. I tried to move next to Kim and Alice but she sent me back, so then she said that when I finished my work I could move. So at a super speed I finished my work and went to sit next to Kim. Me and Kim always have a laugh so pretty much straight away we were laughing and messing about. Then Mrs Eves gave us Kim a piece of paper and I decided that I wanted it so we fought over it and it tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Eves just looked at us and shouted 'you two - get out!' So we stood n the corridoor pissing ourselves laughing and Kim got sent into Mr Baines room and I got sent to Miss Livesey (ie - Miss Jones as M.L was at mass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Robinson caught me and Kim on msn in ICT and gave us detention. That just consisted of us standing facing the green gate for about 30 minutes because we 'kept talking'. well... That day was fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112093343258371150?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112093343258371150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112093343258371150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112093343258371150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112093343258371150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/07/mrs-eves-and-re-lesson.html' title='Mrs Eves and the RE lesson...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112093285975991681</id><published>2005-07-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:14:19.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cast party...</title><content type='html'>... was fabby as predicted. It mainly consisted of me, Katie, Kim, Alice and Gemma jumping about to good songs. And me and Kim leapt really madly to disco inferna. Then everyone got told that we were nearly breaking the floor with all our jumping. I wore this new black skirt which was kool and I got a few compliments so I was chuft. One compliment in particular, which Katie K pissed herself laughing at! She knows what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night we had Jayson and Becki, on or off? The answer turned out to be off, then we had more drama as Kim decided that she liked Chris Spicer (she doesn't though - she was a little hyper) and Becki was totally pissed! She says she wasn't but, by god, she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newman College was pretty cool - deffo going there. There was a very fun tree swing hehe. Had a laugh in art, and the drama was quite impressive. And we had a very funny chip fight with a load of chav lads from another school at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite impressed with the new starbucks. This chocolate/cappacino milkshake I had was great. Then Chris decided to have a go at Sam through text (freak) and a gang congrgated outside starbucks to watch, although nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112093285975991681?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112093285975991681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112093285975991681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112093285975991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112093285975991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/07/cast-party.html' title='The cast party...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-112041675531148110</id><published>2005-07-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:52:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well the play went...</title><content type='html'>...fantastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fab and acted theit little hearts out. Wednesday I was nervous, but after that I was fine. Me and Sarah Crosby had such a laugh at something (although its a bit mean so I wont write what!!!) and she is my new friend hehe we had such a laugh backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was fabby and such fun. You are seriously missing out if you don't do the play. Although at half time me and Katie Mc were annoyed cos of some little bitch in year 8 who decided to twist Jonny's neck and really hurt him. Jonny came running up to me when I came offstage and he was really upset poor tyhing. He's like my lil brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great... probably my best night, for reasons I will say in a minute... It was ace. I stayed at Grace Fitz' with Kate Bidd. Friday night and we watched Fame which was class. I dropped a load of crunchie nuggets under my bum and Grace and Kate were calling them poo pellets lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... disastor struck... Saturday morning I woke up with nasty tummy ache and asked Grace's mum for paracetamol. I got some but it didn't work and then... (this was very embarrassing) I was sick in the toilet. But they were very nice to me and mum came to pick me up at 9o'clock in the morning. Poor mum lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep until 5 o'clock then forced mum to let me do the performance even though I was sick. I was Ok until half time, when I started to feel queasy again. Then I was ok until 'go now'. But half way through the song I knew I was gonna faint, so I skated offstage to faint. But I had more lines so I had to go back onstage after a few minutes, say my lines, and come off again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was well annoyed, all the nights I could of been ill and it had to be the Gala night of my last play!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But... I got over it (eventually) and just said well done to everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-112041675531148110?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/112041675531148110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=112041675531148110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112041675531148110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/112041675531148110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-play-went.html' title='Well the play went...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111980780046101849</id><published>2005-06-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:43:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Busy...</title><content type='html'>Well I've been super busy this week (how gay did that sound?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all on Friday I was annoyed cos of that little fat teacher called Miss Jones. I woke up on Friday morning at 8.30 so, predictably I was late for school, as was Kim who appeared at mine at 8.40. OK... so we were going 'hurry up gotta get to school' (by this time it was 8.55) and then we remembered it was assembly and we just thought 'whats the point?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got into school at 9.05 and just hung about in my locker room for 15 minutes. But I had a practise in the hall all day, so that meant walking past the hall. Anyway to cut a long story short, Miss Jones caught me sneaking into the hall and told my mum I'd been skiving assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday everyone made me get up at 10.00 which was not nice. We went to Guy's to try and get a job. When we were on the bus Chris rang us up and no amount of telling tales or lying or hanging up the phone could make him leave us alone so in the end he just came along with us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening we met Dave and Kylie and went to see Mr and Mrs Smith which was class... I mean, what can be better than a film with Brad Pitt and Adam Brody? And the fighting was pretty cool too. Then I went to a party and got invited to see the cribs and the rakes in the summer so I'm well excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo one more thing... Kyle is a performing seal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111980780046101849?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111980780046101849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111980780046101849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111980780046101849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111980780046101849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-so-busy.html' title='Oh So Busy...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111955196157551551</id><published>2005-06-23T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:39:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Exchange</title><content type='html'>Hee hee a lot to write about about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolann has been here for 9 days, but she left this morning. Boo hoo. I had to get up at 5.45 which was hell. And now I'm sad because I might never see her again... She was so cool and such a good mate and you might think that she can't be that good a mate cos we speak different languages. Then I would say well I don't have a reply to that but we are good mates and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we did loads of cool stuff, at the weekend we went to the park and Dave got stuck in the swing lmao. Then on Sunday we went to old nells for tea with the halfish-family-type people (in other words mums bf and his sons). That was pretty funny cos Alex who is 18 started chatting Carolann up and then me and Sean had a random fight with peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of dancing and laughed very much and I had such a great time. Ohhhhhh Im so sad she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the new parents evening me, Katie, Carolann and Jayson had to stand at the gate being 'approachable' and talking to the parents. This mainly consisted of me and Carolann dancing and singing welcome to Our Lady's while Katie shouted at us. Then Katie and Jayson being cheesy and saying 'hello, thankyou for coming, have a good time' and then laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG Mrs Hex today! She needs to get a life. She spent the whole of Sports Day as my fricking shadow going 'Annie tuck your shirt in' 'Annie sit with your form' 'Where are you going now Annie'. She told me to tuck my shirt in a total of 25 times. If thats not lame then I dont know what is. I did have quite a fun argument with her though about why I wasn't sat with my form which mainly consisted of me getting up and shouting 'OH MY GOD' as loud as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I have a feeling Im in shit tomorrow cos I skived off a detention with Hubbard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Carolann has gone and Im sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111955196157551551?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111955196157551551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111955196157551551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111955196157551551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111955196157551551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/06/french-exchange.html' title='French Exchange'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111834376466164468</id><published>2005-06-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:02:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously freaked out...</title><content type='html'>Well I had quite a scary experiance last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night with (I can honestly say) the worst stomach ache I've ever had in my life. No joke, Im not being dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom and tried to wash my face because I was burning hot and I dont know what happened then. One minute I was bent over the sink, the next I was on the bathroom floor with mum crouched over me. Apparently I collapsed and went all weird, like twitching and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to sit up and tell mum what was happening and then the next thing I knew I was back on the floor again. It was well freaky it was like I lost conciousness for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big all act 1 and 2 practise at school so I forced myself to go in but only 10 minutes into drama I felt like I was gonna pass out again so I got mum to take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... yes, it was freaky and Im going to the doctors tomorrow after school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111834376466164468?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111834376466164468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111834376466164468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111834376466164468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111834376466164468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/06/seriously-freaked-out.html' title='Seriously freaked out...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111808283333607311</id><published>2005-06-06T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:33:53.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The buggers!!!!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday all the girlz went to Saras party which was ace. We went to see the pacifier which has max theiriot in!!!! Then I stayed at Saras and we tried to watch Van Helsing but we fell asleep hehe. Actually Sara fell asleep so I talked to myself again and laughed when this guy turned into a werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to Cottam and first Jayson made a castle which looked suspiciously like a boob although he denied it. Then I found a worm which I called Winky but she went hard and died. So we had a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we found a huge sand block type thingy and Jay said... 'lets bury someone' so I said (stupid and trusting me) 'you can bury my legs and ONLY my legs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my legs were completely secure and stuck under all the sand the buggers held me down and buried the rest of me!!!!! Then, unsatisfied with just burying me against my will, they added balls to either side of me and said I was a giant penis!! Thanks guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun... Then Katie n Al turned up and their dog attacked Katie Mc which was ace and it also licked Jayson. Then....... we played manhunt and Jayson fell into the river (nearly) and Jayson said I was a pro at manhunt. Well y'know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to say... it took me a very long time and 3 showers to get all the sand off and Jay, Sara and Katie... you will pay!!!!!! Mwahahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111808283333607311?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111808283333607311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111808283333607311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111808283333607311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111808283333607311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/06/buggers.html' title='The buggers!!!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111782723847662264</id><published>2005-06-03T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:33:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG bloggie</title><content type='html'>Well... this half term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had a massive (and I mean massive) fall out with the parental. Basically, she got pissed off because I was invited to stop at Katie's house on Monday night (the only day Paul was away - in Cardiff) and she took it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so we more or less just stood there for an hour, mum at the bottom of the stairs, me at the top, yelling at eachother. Then we went to my nans to watch the footy. I cant be arsed with footy so I went on msn instead. But I think the losers lost lol. So after a lot more argueing, quite a lot of crying to my nan, more argueing and then silence I went to Katie's (still not speaking to mum). We had a laugh and got ready wahoo Trafford Centre tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at 7o'clock (aaaahhhhh) and got ready. We met all our maties at 9.30 at bus station and set off. Trafford Centre was fun, although predictably the 9 of us got split up quite soon. I bought a belt. And stayed in shuch longing for a pair of these totally kool black converses with flames, and some converses with spirals and rainbows on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sara and Dave decided to throw chips and fish at eachother for some reason. Then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to town with Katie. I was waiting at the bus stop in the pouring rain for 3 buses before Katie arrived, umbrella in hand. We spent most of the bus ride pissing ourselves laughing because we saw Dave walking all the way to town in the pouring rain looking extremely wet.  HAHA. We knocked on the window and laughed and he stuck his finger up at us. I made up with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Saras pressy! Hope she likes it lol! On Wednesday night I stayed at the Gabryschs and on Thursday I had a great time playing eggs. That is where one person lies (curled up hugging their knees to their chests) in the middle of the trampoline whilst the others jump and try and make them crack (ie - let go of their knees). Then the egg gets piled on. Its ace but you get hurt frequently. I got my head jumped on many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (only one day to go now, keep reading!!!) I painted the lounge with mum. It took us 4 hours and it was nackering but I got paid £15 for it so I was chuft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... there you go... oooo Saras party tomorrow yeyzie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111782723847662264?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111782723847662264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111782723847662264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111782723847662264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111782723847662264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-bloggie.html' title='BIG bloggie'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111739237248138652</id><published>2005-05-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:46:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really kool film...</title><content type='html'>Well today was v kool. Me and Katie caught the bus to town (with kim in close pursuit in the car) and met lotsh of peeplies. After a while me, Kim n Dave got bored and went to HMV (which is my new second home, although I can't go there for work experience - poo). Then we went to Mill Lane Park and had a girlir chat (Dave included - who was surpisingly good at girlie chats lol) and then we walked the long treck to Ashton Park to meet Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung upside down from the climbing frame which was ace and then dared everyone else to. Only Kyle wouldn't. Then we went to see House of Wax which was a class film!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Dave is mad at me because I called him a loser. Sorry!!! Me and Kim were just sat there going 'ooooooo'. And everyone cheered when Paris Hilton got a long stick through her head. Basically, there was lots of blood and guts and gore and lots of people died. (Although thankfully not Chad Michael Murry who is&lt;br /&gt; f   i   n   e).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite bit was when this girl got her finger cut off with some retarded hedge clipper things. Yeah... So anyway house of wax is a must see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111739237248138652?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111739237248138652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111739237248138652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111739237248138652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111739237248138652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/05/really-kool-film.html' title='Really kool film...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111687624430012231</id><published>2005-05-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:24:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious rant needed now...</title><content type='html'>Well I need to rant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... what shall we call it... 'trend' thats going round the chavs called 'happy slapping' is so pathetic and disgusting. Rick got jumped by some fucking pathetic chavs and have you seen the state of his eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave got his phone nicked off him by chavs and Kyle almost did. Its just so fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever swear seriously, so you can tell this has got me really mad. Its got to be chavs hasn't it? No other people are thick enough to do such a sick thing. Don't get me wrong some chavs are ok, but they just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to get a life and stop messing up other peoples. Its so disgusting. Why should people feel scared to go out at night cos of some fucking pricks who want to cause trouble? Its so pissing corrupt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111687624430012231?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111687624430012231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111687624430012231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111687624430012231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111687624430012231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/05/serious-rant-needed-now.html' title='Serious rant needed now...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-111557892328894882</id><published>2005-05-08T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T12:02:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottam (again)</title><content type='html'>Well today the lot of us (me, Sara, Kim, Dave, Chris, Jayson n Kyle) went to Cottam to play football. We got a court of whatever the hell you call it. Suddenly disastor struck when I thought I'd lost my phone and so me and Kim were running around the sports centre wildly trying to find it. I shit myself (not literally) cos I thought it had been nicked. But then Marc (who was with a bunch of chavs on another court) shouts me and randomly tells me that hes been playing games on my phone for the last ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all randomly were swinging on these bars apparently looking like sloths. We got kicked off our court so we went to another and played rugby. Then we walked for ages to Mill Lane park and did dares and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was just me, Sara, Kim, Dave n Kyle so we did proper dares. It was funny and Dave nearly killed me by getting off the other side of the see-saw quickly when I was at the top of it. Yeah... So basically we just messed about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111557892328894882?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111557892328894882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111557892328894882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111557892328894882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111557892328894882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/05/cottam-again.html' title='Cottam (again)'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111506116527651941</id><published>2005-05-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:12:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottam Sports Arena</title><content type='html'>Well today we all went to Cottam sports arena. But first...&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 10 (waaay to early) and washed, dried and straightened my hair in half an hour YES half an hour. What an achievement!&lt;br /&gt;Then Sara picked me up and we went to the saddle pub for an hour. We chatted to this little lad who was funky and I ate rice krispies from a packet yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with everyone at Cottam. I won't list everyone cos Im too lazy. Ooo one thing to say - IM SINGLE AGAIN! WAHOO GO ME! It is more fun being single Im telling you. So after me and Marc decided to split these lads asked me for my number as I walked past them. Hehey! But I said no cos they were chavs and Im sick of chavs. They dress retardedly and like shit music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, Sara, Alice and Katie tried to get the football off Ashley, Dave and co. We failed for a while but then we managed to get it. But then Michael ran away with my bag so we had to give up the football. Sob. Then Bex turned up and we all talked. David scared me because he didn't talk he just sat there and stared at the floor for an hour. Dave if your reading this please talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off to the park (minus David who got cold and went home) and did jackass which was ace. I walked round the town with my combats rolled up and purple converses and very stripy socks and got shouted at by yet more chavs. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111506116527651941?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111506116527651941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111506116527651941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111506116527651941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111506116527651941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/05/cottam-sports-arena.html' title='Cottam Sports Arena'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-111480227462096784</id><published>2005-04-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:17:54.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah I forgot LOL</title><content type='html'>When we were outside at Sara's house we encountered two humping ladybirds. They were together for like 20 minutes and they kept wobbling and running about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then (whilst still humping) they crawled onto my hand while I screamed 'GET THEM OFF ME!' over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we poked them with a stick for a while. Heh heh. It was immaturably funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111480227462096784?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111480227462096784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111480227462096784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111480227462096784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111480227462096784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-yeah-i-forgot-lol.html' title='Oh yeah I forgot LOL'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111480078468753667</id><published>2005-04-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:53:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well on Friday night Sara slept at my house. Katie was there until about 11.30 as well. We chatted about things *ahem* and had a laugh. When we eventually got to bed me and Sara were talking and then I realised that Sara was asleep. So I talked to myself for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So how was your day Annie?'&lt;br /&gt;'It was good thanks Annie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to town... oooo Sara watched Bring It On with me and joined the mini Bring It On fanclub that is me and Kim. On Saturday night I stopped at Sara's house. We went to the Cotty Brook and won all the games on the computer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Saras house and played music LOUD and scared the neighbours lmao. We watched Jeepers Creepers 2 and laughed our heads off when it licked the window *breaks out into uncontrollable laughter*. It was so funny and so not scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we slobbed in bed watching hollyoaks in true Sunday style. Then we bought bottles of J20 and sat in the garden with music. HEE HEE Sara locked us out and I had to climb through the window to fetch the key which was v v v funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we planned another night of funnyness at Sara's this week this time with Bacardi Breezer and Archers. Should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111480078468753667?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111480078468753667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111480078468753667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111480078468753667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111480078468753667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/04/weekend-stuff.html' title='Weekend Stuff'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111420675287389998</id><published>2005-04-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:52:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks news</title><content type='html'>Well, this week as everybody already knows (and Im probably the last person to actually put this in my blog) I am going out with Marc Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me on Monday night so... there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sat at the computer with Katie and Sara and we are listening to Sara's cool funky compilation cd right now I think Good Charlotte is on... yep. Oooo no its changed now it is My Chemical Romance - I'm not ok. Which is a class song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111420675287389998?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111420675287389998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111420675287389998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111420675287389998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111420675287389998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-weeks-news.html' title='This weeks news'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-111307220773192650</id><published>2005-04-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:43:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating again</title><content type='html'>Well today we all went ice skating. That is me, Katie K, Alice, Katie Mc, Sara, Jayne, Marc, David, Adam and Kyle. We met at the bus station and got the bus there (as usual). I actually wore my hair down for like the first time ever! We were all walking down the street in Blackburn with our hoods up cos it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Marc and went skating. Hee hee. It was fun and I love ice skating. David can actually skate!!! He was crap last time but he was ok today. Kyle was ok and Marc and Adam were really good, just whizzing around lol. Adam put loads of ice down my back which was frickin freezing but he got his comuppence because Katie threw ice at him. Me and David started jumping up and down when smells like teen spirit came on (which I assure you is NOT a good idea when you are on ice) and nearly fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to KFC and Marc kept telling me that Green Day are crap so I hit him. Heh heh. I bought the kings of leon album from HMV. This weird security guard came up to me and said 'you have drawn attention to yourself because you were messing with the price tags' and I was like wtf???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh anyway then we went home and on the bus back I kicked Marc's ass at bowling on my phone. Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111307220773192650?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111307220773192650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111307220773192650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111307220773192650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111307220773192650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-skating-again.html' title='Ice skating again'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11144639.post-111152410078242658</id><published>2005-03-21T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:41:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee I blew up science experiment</title><content type='html'>Well today was fun... In Science I worked with Chris, Katie, Katie and Sara. It was a whole boring test tube heating experiment and I got seriously bored and bugged by Spicers moaning. So I overheated the test tube slightly. Hee hee. And it blew up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stood right in front of it and suddenly all this paraffin and brown stuff came splattering out all over the desk. Everyone went quiet and looked at me and my mates leapt away from it. Miss Saunders was a bit narked but she was ok thank god... I'm surprised Im not banned from experiments for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I would be lying if I said it was an accident... I didn't mean to blow it up, but I wasn't doing anything to stop that happening lol. I just got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Katie Mc said I was dangerous because I was poking the highly flammable paraffin with a match. That was fun. Then I had to put it in the bin so I got flammable fingers and waved them in peoples faces. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... thats about it for today. Ok, so its official. I am a liability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111152410078242658?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111152410078242658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111152410078242658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111152410078242658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111152410078242658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/hee-i-blew-up-science-experiment.html' title='Hee I blew up science experiment'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111134395655041843</id><published>2005-03-19T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:39:16.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating Again</title><content type='html'>Oooh today was fun fun fun. We went ice skating (all twelve of us) that is me, Katie K, Alice, Becki, Katie Mc, Carmen, Jayne, Tsitsi, Ashley, Adam, Dave and Chris. It was funny on the bus cos we were on the top deck and we just pissed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Carmen and Adam kept nicking Davids hat and skating off with it which was funny cos he couldn't catch them. We had a good time anyway. Then we went to KFC (well some of us did, the others went to McDonalds) and we called Adam, Dave and Ashley pervs. Ohmigod then this chav started on David and we were just pissing ourselves laughing and David was just going 'fuck off'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop Carmen threw Davids hat onto the roof and he had to climb up and get it which was comedy. Then me, Alice, Bex and the two Katies went into one of those photo booths to get piccys and this weird drunk man started talking to us and asking us for a picture. Me and Katie Mc ran away laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next bus driver skitsed at me for no reason and that was funny. Overall a very funny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111134395655041843?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111134395655041843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111134395655041843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111134395655041843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111134395655041843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/ice-skating-again.html' title='Ice Skating Again'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111082876014399431</id><published>2005-03-13T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:32:40.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh new albums and creepy men</title><content type='html'>Today was Sunday. Yes it was. Anyway, I got up late and then went into town to buy things. I was in HMV looking at albums for hours. Mum got annoyed because there were about 20 albums that I wanted and she yelled 'GET A JOB THEN!' But after a few minutes of serious guilt tripping on my part, she bought me Nirvana - Nevermind and Green Day - International Superhits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then she bought me a (very cheap) necklace. Hee hee I strongly recommend guilt tripping as a way to get what you want. Just give it the 'I love you' and the batted eyelashes and then the 'if you loved me you would' treatement. It works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pauls house I did a few hours of serious head banging (mainly to smells like teen spirit) then my head started to hurt so I stopped. Then this well creepy guy came round who I thought was probably a serial killer. Paul went out to the shops for a bit so me, mum and Seano were left in the house with serial killer guy. We just went into another room and tried to ignore the fact that we were shitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say about today other than that Paul came back and we were saved from serial killer guy... For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111082876014399431?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111082876014399431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111082876014399431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111082876014399431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111082876014399431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/oooh-new-albums-and-creepy-men.html' title='Oooh new albums and creepy men'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111082827856251316</id><published>2005-03-12T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:24:38.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CRAP IM ON FIRE!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey! Today was great. I went to visit the Gabryschs (aka Alex, Katey, Fennella and Nikolai) in Garstang all day. They have a huge field attached to their house which kicks ass. For a while we just climbed trees tee hee. But then we got bored and decided (God knows why) to make a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stole some matches from the house and crowded under the tree. We set all the sticks and stuff alight then prodded it with a stick. The frickin smoke kept following me around and went in my eyes which stung. Then Fennella randomly decided to get a massive chunk of dry hay and stick it on top of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire just went WOOMPH and me and Katey (who were crouched right next to it) got a huge spark of fire leaping at us! I thought I was on fire and me and Katey started rolling on the floor screaming. Then we realised that we weren't actually on fire and then everyone pissed themselves laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire went out and we watched Little Britain for ages. 'Here are a few things you might not know about Britain (1. Britain is a country (2. Britain is called Britain' . ACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111082827856251316?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111082827856251316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111082827856251316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111082827856251316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111082827856251316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-crap-im-on-fire.html' title='OH CRAP IM ON FIRE!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111056963996709848</id><published>2005-03-11T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:33:59.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET US IN YOU BASTARDS!</title><content type='html'>Today at dinner time it was freezing and also pissing it down but the bastards WOULDN'T LET US IN! So I was sat on a bench in the middle of Katie K and Sara freezing my ass off. Then who should come over than Angela with her big warm looking coat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good gossip to Katie K in art and Chris annoyed me so much with all his freakin moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just happily enjoying doing my art work when the bearer of bad news (aka a receptionist) came in and told us to go and get our injections. I wandered down the corridoor with Katie K clinging onto her arm in terror until she said 'Annie you are cutting off the circulation in my arm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Chris is a huge wuss because he was even more scared than me. He was literally wimpering and I'm sure if it wasn't for our pelvic floor muscles he would have pissed his pants. Heh heh. In the end it didn't really hurt but the bloody thing wouldn't stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In maths Carmen asked me if she could hit my injection and when I said no she hit herself and then nearly screamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111056963996709848?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111056963996709848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111056963996709848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111056963996709848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111056963996709848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-us-in-you-bastards.html' title='LET US IN YOU BASTARDS!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111039859055266225</id><published>2005-03-09T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:03:10.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for creme eggs?</title><content type='html'>Well... its been a busy week so far. My creme egg selling business has come off the ground, lots of people have taken interest. 50p for one creme egg. We are organizing a big outing to Blackburn ice rink again. Lots of people are coming so it should be funky tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday it was tha Public Speaking thing. We lost out to three swotty eggheads from Lostock Hall High who spoke terribly poshly and looked like mongs. Mr Kulbacki was rather upset and more or less shouted at the woman who worked there while me, Frodie and Sam just stood there. Im not really bothered, just glad the whole things over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to practise for the school play on my rollerblades tee hee although everyone wants a go which is quite annoying. Oh my god, Chris Spicer fell on his ass on them today and everyone at the practise pissed themselved laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111039859055266225?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111039859055266225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111039859055266225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111039859055266225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111039859055266225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/anyone-for-creme-eggs.html' title='Anyone for creme eggs?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111013642419117628</id><published>2005-03-06T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:13:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family ZZZZZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>OMG. I don't mind mothers day cos my mum is ace, but when the whole family come into things I just want to scream. Ok... So me and mum arrive at the reseraunt late and get bollocked (or the posh style of bollocking) and then after ten seconds we have to order. So we don't know what to order, everyone gets stressed so I ran off to order a drink, leaving mum in a circle of relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate. (I ate half a pizza) My granddad ate his pizza, half of mine and half of my cousins spag bol, and went back to my nans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't think I would have coped with the endless pleas from my small cousin to 'play with me' if it hadn't been for a lifesaving Green Day 'Dookie' documentary thing on VH2. I couldn't have got through it without that programme. Thank heaven for small mercies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am about to eat a bacon butty... Mmmm the ketchup... mmmm glistening fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you'll have to leave me to gobble the butty now. Even now I can feel its delicious power overcome me I have to get up leave the computer and g................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111013642419117628?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111013642419117628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111013642419117628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111013642419117628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111013642419117628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/family-zzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Family ZZZZZZZZZZ'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-111013519152300446</id><published>2005-03-06T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T10:53:11.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating hehey!</title><content type='html'>Hehey! Today me, Becki, Katie K, Alice, Katie Mc and Kyle went ice skating for Katie and Als birthday. It was ace! But I have blisters the size of golf balls on my feet which hurt! I will go better prepared next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that I was actually really good at ice skating so me and Becki were whizzing about. The others kept shouting 'look at them showing off' hee hee. Oh My God it was so funny. Me, Katie Mc and Kyle were skating round, then suddenly Katie screamed and Kyle was rolling around on the floor! It was so funny I nearly fell over myself I was laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We were all having a great time but everyone was wondering when Becki and Kyle were going to skate off together... But it never happened. So that was very weird. Then we realised that they hadn't spoken to eachother all day really, so we tried in every way we could think of to get them to skate next to eachother, sit next to eachother. But, again, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... (you've probably heard) later that evening they split up. I was very sad. Kyle texted me and he was rather upset. I am sad because I am no longer Gordan the proud father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz... me and Katie K are preparing a big ice skating outing in two weeks and we are making flyers/invitations so if you want to go don't hesitate to ask...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-111013519152300446?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/111013519152300446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=111013519152300446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111013519152300446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/111013519152300446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/ice-skating-hehey.html' title='Ice Skating hehey!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110996670198560257</id><published>2005-03-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:05:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me what a retard</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I forgot. Mrs Eves (supply teacher) kept shouting at me to do my work so I just kept shouting back that Id done loads so she came and checked and Id only wrote the title. So then I said that my pen was bust so she gave me a new one... Then she decided that I was messing about and kept shouting at me so I said 'dont you give me evils' off Little Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... me and Carmen got really, and I mean REALLY hyper which ended up in me hitting myself in the face with Carmens ruler while she pissed herself laffing at me. Heh heh I am so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110996670198560257?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110996670198560257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110996670198560257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110996670198560257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110996670198560257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-me-what-retard.html' title='Stupid me what a retard'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110996590878908172</id><published>2005-03-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:51:48.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECKY LUVZ KYLE</title><content type='html'>Yes! That is right. And its all thanks to me and my matchmaking club hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;We knew Becki liked Kyle, so in ICT I asked Kyle if he liked Becki and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;So at dinner time we got them together. Wahoo! They make a cute couple lol. It was funni cos Carmen decided to shout it across the benches to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In maths we had a supply teacher so me and Carmen sat together. The bloody supply teacher knew my name so she kept shouting at me. Then I said sorry to Jess and Jenny in a weird voice and they found that hilerious and we couldnt stop laughing. Then me and Carmen did sheep impressions and the teacher got seriously ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, tomorrow I'm going to Alice and Katies party. We are ice skating in Blackburn. I luv ice skating cos once again I get to act like a retarded monkey and skate really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went the security/helper guy was really fit so me and Kim kept falling over on purpose so he could come and 'help us up' tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm at my nans and they just skitsed at me for being grumpy. So Ive retreated to the safety of the computer room and put The Killers on. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I luv this song 'Cos Andy your a star!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking 2 Sara, Ciara (whose cat is trashing her room) and Carmen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110996590878908172?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110996590878908172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110996590878908172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110996590878908172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110996590878908172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/becky-luvz-kyle.html' title='BECKY LUVZ KYLE'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110988465996299529</id><published>2005-03-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:17:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulation Managed Mwahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Well. I succesfully manipulated Mr Kulbacki into letting me have RE off. Heh heh. Nothing very interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a business idea. Every morning I go to the shop with Kim, so I could buy sweets and sell them. Ashley Smith gave me the idea when he offered to pay £1 (!!!) for my creme egg. I could make a good profit. Maybe I should have taken business studies... Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people reading my blog, if you go to my school then you can order from me a day in advance. Payment on delivery. (Oooh I sound all businessy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very interesting happened today. Oh yeah, I have a secret mission for tomorrow hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110988465996299529?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110988465996299529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110988465996299529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110988465996299529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110988465996299529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/manipulation-managed-mwahahahaha.html' title='Manipulation Managed Mwahahahaha'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110979243231110043</id><published>2005-03-02T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:40:32.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee Hee Funki Health Day</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Today was the health day which was funky. I surprised myself with how much I knew about drugs. For some reason I knew that kettamine was horse tranquiliser (?) so Ashley Smith was calling me a druggie hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fitness workshop was kool and I got a chance to run about like a retarded monkey so I was happy. Our team 'Team Bob' came 2nd. That was me, Katie K, Becki, Jayne and Kyle. I liked the ladder thingy best because I got to jump and skip about screaming. Yes I am a retard, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner time I watched a rehersal for the play. Goodness gracious great balls of fire! Carmen made me laugh leaping about hee hee. Then me and Frodie and Sam had to do this speech for Mr Kulbacki. Frodie has to introduce me and I sound like a right loser. Quote "Annie enjoys reading books" (whatever) If she means magazines then shes not far wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I cooked tea (big disaster). I cut myself whilst pealing the bloody potatoes and then burnt myself with hot water and then bit my tongue.  Owww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I will inform you about is that I'm in the process of manipulating Mr Kulbacki to let me have RE off tomorrow to 'work on my speech' hee hee. He is so gulliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110979243231110043?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110979243231110043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110979243231110043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110979243231110043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110979243231110043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/hee-hee-funki-health-day.html' title='Hee Hee Funki Health Day'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110970847948729103</id><published>2005-03-01T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:21:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashless System Sucks</title><content type='html'>The cashless system at school sucks BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Armstrong let me out of French late (mong) so by the time I'd dumped my bag and found everyone, Mr Reed was telling us to go away. He said that about 8 times and then told me off. ME... Not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... So basically the cashless system sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Al and Katie K went into town again after school. We saw Marc Brown on the bus but he doesn't seem to talk much. Perhaps he is shy of girls. Bless 'im. This weird fat kid from Fulwood who looked about 5 tried to start on us (loser) but we told her to get a life. Then she waddled off. I bought a t-shirt (I might wear it tomorrow), the Keane album and lots of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing them into the health day tomorrow basically to annoy the teachers because its unhealthy. Heh heh. We get to have a whole day off timetable WAHOO! And we get to dance around doing aerobics like retarded monkeys for an hour hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm talking to my bowling club buddy and Cathy. BOWLING CLUB. Sorry, I just had to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110970847948729103?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110970847948729103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110970847948729103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110970847948729103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110970847948729103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/03/cashless-system-sucks.html' title='Cashless System Sucks'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110962311264899132</id><published>2005-02-28T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:38:32.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHIT</title><content type='html'>Its Tsitsi's birthday tomorrow and I havent got her anything. Don't panic don't panic I'M PANICKING!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... today? We had our first play practice where me and Chris were 'offstage' so we just messed about I hit Chris a lot. I found out who likes Chris from a person who shall remain nameless. Lets just say that the person (who likes Chris) is small (very small) has blonde hair, is in our year in form D. Guessed yet? (Its not me btw) *cough* McDonagh *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Katie K, Alice and Becki went to town after school to buy things. I know, I know, its amazing that in town people buy things (!) was what I said when some dumb fucker asked me why I was going to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hyper off E numbers and then spent ages on MSN talkkkiiing to Carmen and Becki and Ciara. And Oh My God my hand just went into spasm (check the word talking). Must be sfter effects of the electric chairrr and it just did it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off before my hand writes anything else it shouldn't. OH GOD, cant stop the hand, its going into spasms... cant stop it... *slap hand* NO, NO... its retarding...&lt;br /&gt;KATIE McDONAGH LOVES CHRIS SPICER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note - I should not be made responsible for anything I just wrote as my hands gone retarded. Blame the elctric chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110962311264899132?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110962311264899132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110962311264899132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110962311264899132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110962311264899132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-shit.html' title='OH SHIT'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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-11144639.post-110962245810786493</id><published>2005-02-27T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:27:38.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Like To Join The Bowling Club?</title><content type='html'>Yes the title is strange. But Annie talks shit.&lt;br /&gt;Today (and yesterday actually) we all went to Lakeside Bowling to play dares. Which was funky. Sara took about 15 minutes to kiss Kyle on the cheek for crying out loud and also David asked another guy out which was ace.&lt;br /&gt;I had to say to some random lad 'I've lost my number can I have yours?' Which was funni. We wanted one of the girls to run into the lads toilets shouting 'I wish I had a dick' but nobody would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we played dares (kind of) but there was only me, Carmen and Becki so we did prank calls instead. There was a footy match on so loads of chavs were around cheering for Liverpool so me and Carmen decided to randomly cheer for Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, me and Becki went on the electric chair thingy about five times and our hands went all numb and retarded. Then we filmed eachother and saw a very fit lad who was a member of the BOWLING CLUB.  Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11144639-110962245810786493?l=annietalksshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/feeds/110962245810786493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11144639&amp;postID=110962245810786493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110962245810786493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11144639/posts/default/110962245810786493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annietalksshit.blogspot.com/2005/02/would-you-like-to-join-bowling-club.html' title='Would You Like To Join The Bowling Club?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07267289828128192013</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></feed>
