<?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-3889238207557670880</id><updated>2012-03-05T21:09:02.425Z</updated><category term='Comedy skits'/><category term='Still no Personal statement'/><category term='Not so idiotic i hope'/><category term='Damn you crewl fate'/><category term='Past Bloggings'/><category term='Copyright'/><category term='God said let there be light'/><category term='Just another Sunday'/><category term='Hmmmm Shoes'/><category term='Re-reentry into the blogging world'/><category term='To Brighton and Beyond'/><category term='Pizza hut and other dietary needs'/><category term='Compare and contrast'/><category term='Today in the studyroom'/><category term='Awaiting the return of the US to the UK'/><category term='Extras'/><category term='Ideas for production club'/><title type='text'>*Welcome To My World*</title><subtitle type='html'>"MERLINS BEARD!" &lt;br&gt;"Dude... Letsnotbemelodramatic©"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6753343672013874358</id><published>2012-03-04T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-04T14:36:10.215Z</updated><title type='text'>One Liners: Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who needs it when you have your own blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6753343672013874358?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6753343672013874358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-liners-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6753343672013874358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6753343672013874358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-liners-therapy.html' title='One Liners: Therapy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3575790070237144424</id><published>2012-03-03T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-03T19:00:42.461Z</updated><title type='text'>On a scale of one to ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;How odd is it that I'm sitting alone in my friends apartment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: This is a venting post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let me explain, my friends are alway complaining because I never spend as much time with them as I did last year. In my defence I live with people I like and I actually feel like the place I'm living in is my home, compared to last year in halls when I didn't. It's natural that I therefore have less of a reason to be running off to my friends house every second of the day. As well as this, last year I was barely in uni so had a lot of free time to just do whatever whenever they called. This year, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They are making too much of a big deal of it, at first it started off as a joke, them saying that I've been replaced by another one of our friends who lives 2mins away. I live 10mins and a steep hill away. As time went on they just kept going with the joke and it's boring and annoying now, do they want me to apologise for having my own life or that I like my own company and enjoy spending time in my own space? I don't ever get a call from them saying they want to come over to mine so why do I need to drop everything to come over to theirs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway back to the point of this post. I decided to go for a walk today to test out my new possible bow tie look (Pictures another time) and thought I would just pop into theirs. Got to the door and just opened it because it's never locked and someones always in. In this case it was the complete opposite. No one was in (They need to work on their security cause this is the second time I've waltzed in and none of them have been around or noticed) I was going to leave because I text one of them and just asked what they were up to (Basketball Match) who knows when they would even be back, but I has here I was tired from my walk around town and it was raining outside. I've been here for an hour or so now and keep debating whether or not to leave. Especially because all of them forgot my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I said in the previous post that I don't make a big deal out of birthdays which is true but for them to always be riding my nuts about how we're all such good friends and always complaining that I never come over, they have a funny way of showing it. Especially one of them in particular. I guess I came over here to see if they would remember, because I am certainly not going to be doing the reminding, and I guess I still want that opportunity. As well as that I think i'm in the mood for an argument to if they start busting my chops about how I should have been at the game then I have a reason to get all defensive. Lastly I guess if I get to the end of this visit and no one does say anything then I don't need to feel bad for deciding not to come round so often anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I should also say that in the group I am talking about there are five people but it's two or three especially that I am peeved at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I sure do love vent posting. I am on my friends laptop and I have internet connection so I guess I'm not really going anywhere for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3575790070237144424?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3575790070237144424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/on-scale-of-one-to-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3575790070237144424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3575790070237144424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/on-scale-of-one-to-ten.html' title='On a scale of one to ten'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3607987085562923597</id><published>2012-03-03T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-03T14:16:48.953Z</updated><title type='text'>I'll Cry If I Want To.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I turned 20.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always really anxious when it comes to the day before and on my birthday, like I don't want to jinx anything. I have this paranoia that I will end up dying the day before or the day of so I'm always really careful and don't want to rock the boat. Sounds stupid I know but seriously if life wanted to screw you over or the fates wanted to cut your thread it's the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways as well as this me and my older sister are never big on birthday celebrations and also when people say "You did'n't tell me" I just think that it would be awkward if I did, Imagine if I walked into my lecture yesterday and announced "By the way everyone it's my birthday" who would actually care, or if I was starting a conversation with someone "Oh hey dude, hows the weather, by the way it's my birthday" how obnoxious would you sound. If someone&amp;nbsp;outright&amp;nbsp;asked me I wouldn't deny it though. Plus saying thank you is really awkward its like "Hey congratulations for being alive another year." "Oh gee thank you how sweet of you to&amp;nbsp;acknowledge&amp;nbsp;that!"&lt;br /&gt;The main point is that it's just strangers or&amp;nbsp;acquaintances&amp;nbsp;that I'm iffy about, Friends are fine, I love the texts and messages from people I actually like and have known me for a while or I speak to on a regular basis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this birthday post didn't end as cynical as it started, guess I'm maturing. Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday was a brilliant day I did all the things that make me happy, after uni I had a nap, watched a few movies, watched a few episodes of my Gilmore Girls Boxset, had a good dinner and watched Casablanca. No fuss. I know a lot of people will think it weird that I didn't go out and get wasted and spent the majority of the day by myself, in bed or on the couch which is essentially just did what I do any other day. Each to their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3607987085562923597?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3607987085562923597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3607987085562923597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3607987085562923597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/03/ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='I&apos;ll Cry If I Want To.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8215386649545518282</id><published>2012-02-29T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-29T22:53:43.205Z</updated><title type='text'>One Liners: Solar System</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am all for that blissful almost calming feeling of insignificance when I look out onto the horizon on the beach. But this picture actually just gives me heart palpitations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cc/Star-sizes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cc/Star-sizes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8215386649545518282?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8215386649545518282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-liners-solar-system.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8215386649545518282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8215386649545518282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-liners-solar-system.html' title='One Liners: Solar System'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4395659092088954158</id><published>2012-02-29T11:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-29T11:49:39.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mike</title><content type='html'>Apparently it's loosely &amp;nbsp;based on the life of Channing Tatum who at the age of 19 found a way to make some fast cash if you know what I'm saying ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars Channing Tatum, Alex Pettyfer, Matthew McConaughey and Matt Bomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few stills I found lying around on the internet just waiting for me to pick them up and give them a safe home on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/magic-mike_Shirtless_Matthew_McConaughey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://cdn.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/magic-mike_Shirtless_Matthew_McConaughey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautyandthedirt.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Channing-Tatum-Shirtless-Magic-Mike-Stills-channing-tatum-28253017-1222-700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://www.beautyandthedirt.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Channing-Tatum-Shirtless-Magic-Mike-Stills-channing-tatum-28253017-1222-700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;US Air Date is 29th June. I'm just waiting for people to be as stoked as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Added Note after realising todays date: That's in exactly 4months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4395659092088954158?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4395659092088954158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/magic-mike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4395659092088954158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4395659092088954158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/magic-mike.html' title='Magic Mike'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8462758418604540858</id><published>2012-02-29T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-29T11:55:36.325Z</updated><title type='text'>Matt Bomer</title><content type='html'>My latest rekindled love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/100630/Matt-Bomer-White-Collar_320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/100630/Matt-Bomer-White-Collar_320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is just so yummy for lack of a better word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is on a TV show in the US called White Collar, they showed the first season here in the UK but since then I have heard neither hide nor hear about it coming back, so after realising they were on their 3rd season and had been renewed for a 4th I had to jump back on that bandwagon. I was thrilled to see him on In Time last year and I think that's was&amp;nbsp;subconsciously&amp;nbsp;stemmed all of this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His&amp;nbsp;portrayal&amp;nbsp;of con artist turned FBI consultant Neil Caffery is just to perfect. Doing some research on him in January and he has 3kids and is going to be in a movie with Channing Tatum (Drool) and Alex Pettyfer (Again) called Magic Mike which is about a group of male strippers. Yes I will shamelessly be in the biggest scree possible with bells on. I was telling my sister how Hawt he is and then she told me he was gay. I didn't believe her because I had recently checked his Wikipedia page (Early February), so I went back and there it was in Times New Roman. Though It was a little funny because he had just admitted it a few days after I had checked his page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just upset that I can't marry him and my kids will never have that stunning jaw *Sigh* But he is still fine like sunshine so I'll just have to stick to watching his hawt self on my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/matt-bomer-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/matt-bomer-kids.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/eye-candy-matt-bomer-17.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=676" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/eye-candy-matt-bomer-17.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=676" style="cursor: move;" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's all very peculiar, when I was 14, 15, 16 when you're supposed to be in love with celebrities and various other people I never was but now psh that's all me and my friend do, nudge each other shamelessly when someone takes off their shirt, start giggling and hollering at the TV/Cinema Screen. It's actually too funny. Think I'm enjoying it more now than I would have done beforehand to be honest. So Matt Bomer...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Take It Off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OOOH HE IS ALSO GOING TO BE ON GLEE PLAYING &lt;i&gt;COOPER ANDERSON&lt;/i&gt;. BLAINES OLDER (AND MUCH HOTTER) OLDER BROTHER. YEAH BOOOOI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8462758418604540858?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8462758418604540858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/matt-bomer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8462758418604540858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8462758418604540858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/matt-bomer.html' title='Matt Bomer'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7812466179727768682</id><published>2012-02-24T23:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T23:46:14.176Z</updated><title type='text'>One Liners: Friday Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I get the appeal... &lt;i&gt;It's been a long week time to enjoy myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;For me the weight of the week comes crashing down and I get overwhelmingly exhausted and just want to relax and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7812466179727768682?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7812466179727768682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-liners-friday-nights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7812466179727768682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7812466179727768682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-liners-friday-nights.html' title='One Liners: Friday Nights'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8454351378769522726</id><published>2012-02-24T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T20:01:03.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh</title><content type='html'>She woulda made a good Stephanie Plum. (Random Picture I found when I typed Stephanie Plum into Google)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTLgiDSpNMU/T0fsYbwRXfI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mj6BNEt_FmY/s1600/steph.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTLgiDSpNMU/T0fsYbwRXfI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mj6BNEt_FmY/s320/steph.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Obsession doesn't even begin to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8454351378769522726?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8454351378769522726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/ooooh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8454351378769522726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8454351378769522726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/ooooh.html' title='Ooooh'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTLgiDSpNMU/T0fsYbwRXfI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mj6BNEt_FmY/s72-c/steph.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2283308647470019625</id><published>2012-02-24T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T19:59:45.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Plum..... Live Action</title><content type='html'>Do we really need to reiterate just how long I have been waiting for this movie.... WE DO? Well alrighty then, you're lucky I'm a blogging whore and did a little digging and found the first time I heard about the movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-okay-last-post.html"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-okay-last-post.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I went to see it today, first time I think I have ever been to see a movie on a Friday out of choice. I don't know what to tell you, it's my favourite book series on the big screen. Some things and people were way off in&amp;nbsp;comparison&amp;nbsp;to their book counterparts, the odd person was on point such as Connie, Lula I could deal with though he dressing was way to appropriate in the movie compared to the neon coloured spandex four sizes to small clothing she is more accustomed to in the book. One can't help comparing the two the whole way through. I have to admit that as the film went on I did get used to the actors chosen and the characters themselves. I can't work out if I would or wouldn't encourage others to go and see the movie if it wasn't for my bias opinions of the book itself. Who knows. It was still fun to see any way, though I know that when I read the books there's no danger of me imagining the characters that portrayed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought my book along with me to see the movie for moral support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having them turn Stephanie Plum into a movie was a lot different than Harry Potter and Twilight. I can't quite place why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.moviefanatic.com/images/gallery/katherine-heigl-is-stephanie-plum-in-one-for-the-money_500x333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://static.moviefanatic.com/images/gallery/katherine-heigl-is-stephanie-plum-in-one-for-the-money_500x333.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2283308647470019625?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2283308647470019625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/stephanie-plum-live-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2283308647470019625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2283308647470019625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/stephanie-plum-live-action.html' title='Stephanie Plum..... Live Action'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6413185612177872471</id><published>2012-02-24T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T19:37:15.960Z</updated><title type='text'>A Little Thing Called Faith</title><content type='html'>As you have probably&amp;nbsp;guessed&amp;nbsp;by now, one thing I lack is passion. You watch all these shows where everyone is determined to achieve a goal no matter what, and there's no favouritism. It's both the good guys and the bad. The normal reaction to watching this is to motivate you to follow your dreams and achieve your full potential blah blah blah. I don't get that rush of, I NEED TO DO BETTER. Well actually that's a lie. I do, but then I change the channel or the movie ends and I go and do something else and that moment of flare to achieve something is gone like the wind (Good movie by the way). What's worse is that I have come to terms and I have accepted this lack of passion, my give-up attitude in life. I'm fine with being fickle and going through a phases of being better for a week or two then just going back to lazy Jen.&lt;br /&gt;The main point to this post is that I have a friend who actually believes I can do&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;anything, and I know parents tell you all the time but with them you're always&amp;nbsp;sceptical&amp;nbsp;because you know there's a handbook. But he's always saying stuff like "Jen I have the most awesome Idea, you should be/host/have/try" and he'll pitch me this really well thought out idea, and when I decline or tell him I'll think about it he comes back to me every so often to try and nudge me to do it. The kids attention span is small but it's really sweet that he thinks I can do it all and just be&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;baffled at just how far my laziness can stretch. He's nearly known me for almost just over 18months and he's catching on to my attitude towards things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not apologising for the way I am and I know I could change if I wanted to but the will to do so is just so small against the need to do nothing at all. It's not a healthy attitude towards life but what can you do? Regardless it's still nice to hear and have someone that has so much faith in you and what you can do. So yeah to my friend that thinks I can have and do it all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6413185612177872471?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6413185612177872471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-thing-called-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6413185612177872471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6413185612177872471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-thing-called-faith.html' title='A Little Thing Called Faith'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4328096651961932013</id><published>2012-02-24T19:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T19:14:46.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>Is a sport (Regardless of what might say) that I used to do when I was a lot young, gosh almost ten years ago. Well anyways I stopped when I got to highschool cause they didn't have a club, I tried to get the PE Teachers to start one and they said "Yeah I'll look into what we can do" They didn't do anything. It's always been at the back of my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I had continued would I be really good by now, would I have tried competing, would I be in the Olympics, would I even be at Uni, at a different Uni, studying a different subject.&lt;/i&gt; Who knows I'm not just tooting my own horn, I was really good and it was one of the few things, minus watching&amp;nbsp;television7, sleeping and eating that I loved to do. I would watch TV whilst doing headstands, I went through a phase of only doing forward rolls in the house which made going to the toilet very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I finally found out they have a club at my university. The first week I went they got scheduling mixed up so nothing happened. I went the following week and it was just me there by myself with the two instructors and my friend for moral support. It was fun doing cartwheels and round offs and getting dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;The pain that followed was a bitch and a half and I convinced myself not to go again. Luckily I also managed to shut myself up and give it another go.&lt;br /&gt;This time there was two of us, but it wasn't very active. I learnt a few new things and it felt good to stretch myself Oout but it wasn't a perfect environment, as the instructor said it was unsafe to learn flips etc. In that session I heard to parts of my body click. Well it wasn't a click but more of a bone crunching melty sound. Anyways as I left I realised a few things. I wasn't getting taught what I wanted to learn. The instructer didn't seem that enthusiastic herself. I am way to old. To stretch myself out to be as flexible as I once was would take more than an hour weekly sessions and I was living out an old dream. It was fun to get back into it so I can no longer be saying "I haven't done it in years"&lt;br /&gt;This post has lost a lot of focus and I hoped I've typed this all out in order, my mind just got distracted half way through. But yeah to conclude. No more gymnastics. I might try the&amp;nbsp;Ukulele and try and get back into baking and I am a film student so there is always that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekidswindow.co.uk/images/CMScontent/Image/gymnastics_set_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://www.thekidswindow.co.uk/images/CMScontent/Image/gymnastics_set_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They did say there was an actual centre where they could teach me all that stuff but it's really out of the way. And it's on two days that my schedule is already really hectic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4328096651961932013?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4328096651961932013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/gymnastics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4328096651961932013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4328096651961932013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8682925055430628513</id><published>2012-02-18T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-18T20:47:31.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I am glad that these few weeks are done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;I have been super busy with this experimental project we had to do, but the assessment was on Thursday and surprisingly we didn't get ass whipped by the tutors. Will wonders never cease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I need to start another one but the guy I'm meant to be working with tells me he's quitting the course on the down low. I wasn't miffed at him because we hadn't even started, what I am annoyed about how ever is that because of this I might have to find another pair to join up with and that means that I won't be able to have any creative input, like last time. Which is fair in their defence cause I'd be joining something that they already have in mind but it'd annoy me cause this would be the second project in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about uni talk. Although I don't think I have anything else to talk about.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cousins getting married today. I think this is my first blood relative to get married but its a kick in the nuts because she's having the wedding in Nigeria and I'm at uni so I couldn't go. My dads there though representing the family, but I remember when I was younger and this cousin was living with us and she would talk about it and say how we would all be bridesmaids and stuff. And even if that wouldn't be true going to her wedding has always been at the back at mind.&amp;nbsp;February&amp;nbsp;is such a weird time, though if we had half term then I would have been able to go. But we don't and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully going to a movie this week. Sounds like a weird thing to say cause going to a movie is such a casual thing but because of this project I haven't been able to go in about three weeks and I'm having&amp;nbsp;withdrawal&amp;nbsp;symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night I was all cosied up in bed with a movie when my friend rang me. I didn't pick up, and like the annoying idiot he is he rang me again. I guess I haven't seen him in a little over a week as he went to Amsterdam as part of a uni trip with his course. ANYWAYS I pick up more out of annoyance than anything else, and he asks me why I didn't pick up the first time and I tell him that I knew he was going to try and hassle my life and I wanted to be left alone. We laughs and tells me he's outside. (He always does this and that's exactly why I didn't pick up) So I go to my balcony and there he is with on of his friends and he's telling he to get ready and come downstairs (I am currently in night-time Jen mode) So we're yelling at each other over the phone/ balcony and he's insisting and I'm di-sisting and I'm shouting stuff like "Go away I'm not going anywhere I'm not wearing a bra" I have to say it wasn't one of my most classy moments but its Friday night and no one cared. Just goes to show what kind of life I lead when I have no intention of going anywhere on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8682925055430628513?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8682925055430628513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8682925055430628513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8682925055430628513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-588902237139216263</id><published>2012-02-06T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:11:41.564Z</updated><title type='text'>I have Pop Tarts</title><content type='html'>I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention it when I bought it a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;It was just sitting there on the bottom shelf at Tesco around the cereal bit.&lt;br /&gt;Did a happy little dance spin in Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-588902237139216263?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/588902237139216263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-have-pop-tarts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/588902237139216263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/588902237139216263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-have-pop-tarts.html' title='I have Pop Tarts'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-910223888856130737</id><published>2012-02-06T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:11:48.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It snowed yesterday. Everything was all well and good as I went to uni in the morning (Yes I had to go to uni on a Saturday. I was pissed) But anyways, I leave like 3hours later and I see the snow has started. Then me and my friend went to check out a place for next year, and they kept us waiting for 30mins, in that time I watched at the snow slowing but surely started to settle. After we had finished, we stopped for pizza, popped into Tesco and was home by 4:00pm. My friend tells me that she's going out to by chicken wings (Cause the place wan't open when we were already out) and she asks if I've looked out side. This is what I was welcomed with. Literally in the space of 4hours the whole place had turned into a winter wonderland. My inner photographer decided to rare it's ugly head and I took a few shots from the balcony. I't was cool cause I got to play about with the snow future my new camera has. I have to say it's quite something. Captures individual flakes and everything. Loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9YG8rL1aXs/Ty8YagHwLwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RjAj1xturTk/s1600/DSCN0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9YG8rL1aXs/Ty8YagHwLwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RjAj1xturTk/s400/DSCN0189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnfquZhTu-U/Ty8Yspg-5oI/AAAAAAAAA0g/f9RTOF0Hwjg/s1600/DSCN0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnfquZhTu-U/Ty8Yspg-5oI/AAAAAAAAA0g/f9RTOF0Hwjg/s400/DSCN0192.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't stepped out the house since yesterday but the peeks I have taken of outside the apartment and on to the street show that the snow has gone from the pavements. Yays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The whole point of this post was to say that I love the snow setting on my camera but I had to give you a long assed&amp;nbsp;back-story&amp;nbsp;just to make it all worth while ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-910223888856130737?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/910223888856130737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-snowed-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/910223888856130737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/910223888856130737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-snowed-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9YG8rL1aXs/Ty8YagHwLwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RjAj1xturTk/s72-c/DSCN0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-770418813713509370</id><published>2012-02-05T19:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:17:33.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Me And The Internet Are At Peace Once More</title><content type='html'>After one disappointment after the other in terms of trying to find something that I don't necessarily know the name of or a specific design of something that I saw someone wearing. Google, Amazon, Ebay, and whatever have failed in helping me find exactly what I had in mind, no matter how vague or far fetched. But today a random show I use to watch on Channel 5 years and years ago came to mind so I went about trying to find it. I only knew two specifications: That it was set in a Boarding School and that there was a character who was a girl but pretended to be a guy and his/her male friend thought he was gay for liking him. It only took me about 10mins to find I was so happy, and what topped it off was that the full length episodes were all on Youtube. Win. If I had known that one of the main characters was Ian Somerhalder then that would have made my search a million times quicker. Sadly the show only lasted for eight episodes but regardless I thought it had gone on for ages. I f you're not particularly busy or just bored check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DYktBgbPXQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DYktBgbPXQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Americans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-770418813713509370?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/770418813713509370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-and-internet-are-at-peace-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/770418813713509370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/770418813713509370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-and-internet-are-at-peace-once-more.html' title='Me And The Internet Are At Peace Once More'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4228187383275769840</id><published>2012-02-04T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:12:04.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Which was yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of my flatmates went out. We didnt particularly want to but then we had said to another friend that we would come to one of her events and we couldnt get out of it so decided to just bite the bullet and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;It was like -0 degrees but we both got dolled up because we hadn't been out on ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total dud, we walked to the place and it looked dead so we didn't really want to go in and waste £5 so we tried contacting her but she never replied. So instead I called another of my friends that was out and walked over to meet them. The whole lot of them were in a drunk/sandwich mood which was funny. But then we walked all the way back to where me and my friend had just been which was a tad bit pissed. We finally did go in &amp;nbsp;(luckily was only £3) and it was dead with a capital DEAD. Not sure if we were even in the right place. There was a massive queue around the front but we went round the back. Whatever, there was literally no one there. So we left to go to another place and that was dead to. It was Dupstep but not the good kind, more like a cheap knock off form of Dubstep so me and my friend snuck out went home. My friend called me later while I was in the shower (I tend to get a lot of calls when I'm in the shower, I have a tendency to pick up even though it's really stupid.) and asked where I was. I explained and he said that he was going to come over cause he was bored of the clubs. He did, we chatted for a bit then I told him to get the hell out so I could go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to die from hypothermia that night. And that just solidified my knowledge that you should never go out unless you really want to and you should always have in mind where you want to go and with whom. It didn't help that I was roughly dressed like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3dw6vcmS4s/Ty8XsZ7EFoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Lb4_YjwEinw/s1600/off+with+your.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3dw6vcmS4s/Ty8XsZ7EFoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Lb4_YjwEinw/s400/off+with+your.PNG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....Roughly. People do the craziest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4228187383275769840?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4228187383275769840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4228187383275769840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4228187383275769840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3dw6vcmS4s/Ty8XsZ7EFoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Lb4_YjwEinw/s72-c/off+with+your.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-474241104081647548</id><published>2012-02-04T10:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:16:46.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Whether or not you like dupstep</title><content type='html'>This guy goes hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmEhCDRvQKA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmEhCDRvQKA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-474241104081647548?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/474241104081647548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/whether-or-not-you-like-dupstep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/474241104081647548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/474241104081647548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/whether-or-not-you-like-dupstep.html' title='Whether or not you like dupstep'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2772310860459646050</id><published>2012-02-03T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:49:47.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Loner Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself that I should stop being so anuti-social and to go out and make some friends and to stop sitting by myself in lectures and seminars and to answer peoples texts and calls and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a random thought just occurred to me recently..... Like in the last half an hour..... I should stop&amp;nbsp;telling myself such things. Its not like I have no friends, it not like if I really wanted to I couldn't go and have a convosation with someone on my course or go out and get wasted with the people who invite me to do so, or&amp;nbsp;stop going to movies by myself and start inviting people with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly happy doing what I do and thats what I've always done, I just do whatever I feel like doing and Its gotten me this far and I have to say I am one of the happiest pessimists you will ever meet and I love the feeling I get when I am on my home from somewhere and I know that on 3mins I will be back in my toastie apartment, or the warm toastie feeling I get as I snuggle into my seat at the cinema and start unloading my snacks all around me waiting for my movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY PEOPLE JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have lost my way abit in this post as it is the rambligs of a soiciopathic loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whatever I said before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2772310860459646050?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2772310860459646050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/loner-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2772310860459646050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2772310860459646050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/loner-thoughts.html' title='Loner Thoughts'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6516801221875597769</id><published>2012-02-03T10:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:30:16.891Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Events</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we did some filming and there was this awkward funny moment when me and the guy both had the same intention as to what we would be filming next and t he girl was saying something else so we had this mini argument over what was right and she actually got in a huff that she couldn't have her own way. I thought it was hilarious, it also kind of solidified my&amp;nbsp;suspicion&amp;nbsp;that she was an only child. Therefore she displays characteristics of Only Child Syndrome as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was like really awkward in the room for ages as she stood in a corner on her phone and me and the guy did the scene by ourselves. I eventually managed to entice her to come back and help out through stroking her ego a bit, saying that she musta been so popular cause she was getting loads of texts and how I never get any &amp;nbsp;and getting her to talk about her weekend cause she's going some place or another. CATNIP. I thought it was all so internally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back and just wanted to stay at home in my jogging bottoms and not leave the house again but then my friend called me in the shower and we were chatting for a bit and he said he was coming over. That was all well and good. But then he rings me later and says he's downstairs in the car waiting for me :/ I wanted to say no and if I had known he wanted to go out I wouldn't have even picked up the phone and just continued my shower in peace. I guess there was some misunderstanding and I couldn't have just been like eh-Na! so I shoved on some jeans and got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wonder why he wanted me to come with him, the little douche bag. We chilled at some random guys house watching him play Mortal Combat and showing each other stuff on Youtube and shared a few sandwiches. I don't know having a guys bonding session plus me? Then they started watching Harold and Kumar (The first one) and I announced that I was heading home then my friend was like "Oh I guess I have to leave to" Now that's not what I had in mind but erm okay whateves I get a ride home. Then he was like pleading for me to stay for at least 10mins. 40mins later I was like okay guys bye. And they were all like "BYE" I was pissed because I had had a long day and if my friend wasn't planning to leave with me then why say so before and just let me leave? This friend suffers from Youngest Sibling Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I managed to get from the dude flat to my bedroom in 6mins I was that cold and desperate for sleep, I didn't even think I would be leaving the house in the first place, Id' had&amp;nbsp;a long day as it was and all I wanted was some bed time. Might bitch at my friend next time I see him or just ignore a few calls. Who knows. Some times I feel like they treat me like their little pet, -Him and his flatmates/my friends-&amp;nbsp;they call me to come over, they call me if they don't want to do something their selves and no one else is available, use me to get in the middle of their own problems and I usually don't care because I'm a Not Give A Fudge kinda gal, and I just run with it and I have a good time with them, but other times it's like. Why don't you come over to my place or text me just to see how I am or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough. Though I should have saved that last rant for another post cause it had the potential to go on for a lot longer than I allowed it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6516801221875597769?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6516801221875597769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6516801221875597769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6516801221875597769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-events.html' title='Random Events'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-18870704687110249</id><published>2012-02-02T10:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:40:18.321Z</updated><title type='text'>Off I go to be a media student</title><content type='html'>Got filming to do for some experimental project, I'm all for experimenetal pieces but I joined these other two people and they already had an idea which I think is way to under developed and needs a lot more time to work on than we have. 5minute piece to do in 3 weeks. One week Planning, One week filming and One week editing. I missed yesterday but I heard it went terribly, now off I go to spend another day of my life in a cold apartment when I could be in my nice and warm one. Don't get me wrong I have said stuff and tried to get them to see it from another point of view but at the same time we are all artists and I can't just go and slate someone elses dream just because I don't see it like they do. Think I'm more pissed that I have to take the Tram to get to the guys house we're filming at. £3.70 for a tram all day cause it's £2.10 one way, and I'm going to have to go over there three times, it woulda been four but like I said I missed out yesterday...Darn, okay this is one of them procrastination posts, I should really get going, said I'd be there for 11 and its 10:39. 20 minute tram ride.... Yeah imma be a smidge late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger I have missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-18870704687110249?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/18870704687110249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/off-i-go-to-be-media-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/18870704687110249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/18870704687110249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/off-i-go-to-be-media-student.html' title='Off I go to be a media student'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8134785075467777415</id><published>2012-02-02T10:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:15:27.709Z</updated><title type='text'>30 Seconds To Mars</title><content type='html'>They've been on my Top 5 favourite bands for a few years now, along with Fall Out Boy, Paramore, McFly and Simple Plan. No one hates them, people may just not know about them, some are disinterested by them others know the odd song and then there are the lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my names Jen and I'm a Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you love something but for a while the love fades as other things get your attention but sooner or later the love returns with a Die Hard&amp;nbsp;Vengeance.&amp;nbsp;(Don't know why I&amp;nbsp;capitalised&amp;nbsp;those words, not like I'm talking about the movie or anything) Mine returned after watching 30 Seconds To Mars Live In Malaysia on a random MTVHD channel. If you get the chance then watch it, It will blow your mind, especially in HD. So yeah that' where the love kick started and I have been on them since. Granted I watched the live show weeks ago while I was at home, cause you know, I don't have Sky HD.....Just sky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, can't think what else to say really, I have about 3 different recordings on the TV we have in the apartment on 30STM; 30STM Trilogy, 30STM Greatest Hits and 30STM vs. My Chemical Romance. My flatmates ask me home I can just listen to the same songs again and again. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am getting myself the Triad necklace for my birthday next month. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4hfdN6mV3o/TyplZWivRWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TV-4BTxl67M/s1600/tomo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4hfdN6mV3o/TyplZWivRWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TV-4BTxl67M/s320/tomo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUa0-B-PpHs/TyplaRBIl0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lZ-5_6oN6fU/s1600/jared.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUa0-B-PpHs/TyplaRBIl0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lZ-5_6oN6fU/s320/jared.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqra2odwBGI/TyplbHiuMrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JcK1CDDcX1Q/s1600/shannon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqra2odwBGI/TyplbHiuMrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JcK1CDDcX1Q/s320/shannon.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shannon and Tomo are way underrated.... Especially Shannon and his mad skills on the drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, My favourite 30 Seconds To Mars Song: A Beautiful Lie. Though I am sure I have mentioned it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBH-uD8N-nE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBH-uD8N-nE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8134785075467777415?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8134785075467777415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-seconds-to-mars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8134785075467777415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8134785075467777415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-seconds-to-mars.html' title='30 Seconds To Mars'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4hfdN6mV3o/TyplZWivRWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/TV-4BTxl67M/s72-c/tomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-28069293847828637</id><published>2012-02-01T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:49:11.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Glorious Schuhs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my shoe list for the year is full, considering minus the Vans they cost over £60. Each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J68Z91wT5w8/Tymj2FsQOxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/TdWyUVTXRsQ/s1600/glittery.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J68Z91wT5w8/Tymj2FsQOxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/TdWyUVTXRsQ/s320/glittery.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read or Dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZdokIxE8A/Tymj39r1sTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/LeZ5ehml-w0/s1600/irregular.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpZdokIxE8A/Tymj39r1sTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/LeZ5ehml-w0/s320/irregular.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Irregular Choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7gOfZ2RSNE/Tymj4yJ5jgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/VlDehDH8b9I/s1600/drmw.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7gOfZ2RSNE/Tymj4yJ5jgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/VlDehDH8b9I/s320/drmw.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Martins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v6WjMw5EUM/Tymj5mgjFcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LE-vCAOlZqo/s1600/grey+vans.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v6WjMw5EUM/Tymj5mgjFcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LE-vCAOlZqo/s320/grey+vans.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-28069293847828637?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/28069293847828637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/shoes-glorious-schuhs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/28069293847828637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/28069293847828637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/shoes-glorious-schuhs.html' title='Shoes Glorious Schuhs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J68Z91wT5w8/Tymj2FsQOxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/TdWyUVTXRsQ/s72-c/glittery.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7216082770127180566</id><published>2012-02-01T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:11:00.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Purple-icious</title><content type='html'>So I have been wanting some Purple Lipstick for a while, don't even as me why cause I honestly don't remember how the idea formed. I guess I musta seen someone on television who wearing some and thought: Jen Want. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I was looking and looking cause in my mind I saw the colour in my head as looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purplelipstick.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/purple-lipstick-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.purplelipstick.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/purple-lipstick-1.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But alas I found none, and after searching high and low, near and far and being subjected to a number of funny looks I finally got the one from the Kate Moss Collection that looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82LinxkK_aQ/Tyk4xC4SG8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/625sM9Q-avs/s1600/DSCN0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82LinxkK_aQ/Tyk4xC4SG8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/625sM9Q-avs/s320/DSCN0167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't like it at first, but then I started o get used to it and now I'm loving it. Though in some lights it looks a kind of browny colour. I add a little gloss to shine those lips up. Sadly unlike the red I wear everyday, this I cannot. Well I could, but I don't intend to. I guess its just for me to wear around the flat or on a night out, but we all know the rarity of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also what's the name of a few good picture editing sites/software's&amp;nbsp;that I can use for free? I already have Picasso so any more suggestions would be fabo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7216082770127180566?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7216082770127180566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/purple-icious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7216082770127180566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7216082770127180566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/purple-icious.html' title='Purple-icious'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82LinxkK_aQ/Tyk4xC4SG8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/625sM9Q-avs/s72-c/DSCN0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6126551776752547275</id><published>2012-02-01T01:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:42:54.659Z</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY FILMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;so little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6126551776752547275?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6126551776752547275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-many-films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6126551776752547275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6126551776752547275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-many-films.html' title='SO MANY FILMS'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2151584994727606938</id><published>2012-02-01T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:42:31.515Z</updated><title type='text'>I say this every opportunity I can get</title><content type='html'>This is why I'm not a firm believer in the whole new years resolutions, I'll make some but I make resolutions whenever I can&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;to make up for not doing what I resoluted for the previous resolution. MY POINT IS. Yay it's February and yay time to make new resolutions :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2151584994727606938?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2151584994727606938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-say-this-every-opportunity-i-can-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2151584994727606938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2151584994727606938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-say-this-every-opportunity-i-can-get.html' title='I say this every opportunity I can get'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4656255192363930955</id><published>2012-02-01T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:38:57.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Keep Up</title><content type='html'>So I have always been meaning to but while I was at home this holiday I started watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians, and thus all of the spin offs (Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami, Kourtney and Kim Take New York, Khloe and Lamar) I've always been aware of them and I watched the Wedding on E! Just because I could to be honest *Shift Eyes* As well as this I also randomly see Kardashian Confessions on the internet and..... Well I don't quite know what to say. I wont give any real depth into my opinion on each &lt;strike&gt;character&lt;/strike&gt; person, namely because you don't care and also because it does change. I will just say that before I ever watched it Kourtney just annoyed me, but I like her now, I've always like Khloe, the Jenners are cooler than I thought, especially Kylie....Erm Kim remind me of someone I don't particularly like so my judgement of her as a whole is just a bit clouded. Scott has his issues but he's till cute and I'm shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in this show may surprise people because I am usually so set against reality shows, but that's just cause I cannot physically watch them without getting annoyed at the people. Mostly it's immediate such as in the one and only episode of Jersey Shore that I watched and sometimes its progressive (season 5 or 6 of Americas Next Top Model) and so one and so forth. I'm not sure if it's happening now already because I seem to have just stopped right as I am meant to start watching the KUWTK Season 5 finale. I guess we shall have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I know people say it's all scripted, but I tell you that they must all be REALLY good actors then. Some bits yeah but a lot of it no, especially when it comes to personality. There is a really nice family relationship they have that you can't not be slightly envious of.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.blippitt.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Kardashian-Christmas-Card-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://cache.blippitt.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Kardashian-Christmas-Card-2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4656255192363930955?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4656255192363930955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/keep-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4656255192363930955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4656255192363930955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/keep-up.html' title='Keep Up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-342506100583605491</id><published>2012-02-01T01:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:39:56.179Z</updated><title type='text'>CRACK</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around one of my flatmates. People think that I have mood swings? OKAY THEN. I suppose this could just be her personality but I don't feel like she's the same person I agreed to move in with. When I ask about her day she gives the same one worded answer, never elaborates, sometimes just goes out without saying where or when she'll be back. I'm not her mother or whatever but it sometimes seems like she's sneaking out to avoid having to invite me and my other flatmate with her. In fact, thinking about it since we've gotten back she's never invited us out with her. We don't play that, we are perfectly happy sitting on the couch watching a movie on a Friday and Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this could all just be in my imagination but what can I say. Like on Friday...or Saturday? She went to some party in Nottingham, she came back Sunday night, we asked how it was she muttered fine and she hasn't said two words since.&lt;br /&gt;I am not NOT confrontational&amp;nbsp;but I just prefer to wait until I am certain that there's an issue, in this case our other flatmate asked if I knew why she was being so quite, and if we should talk to her about it. Firm&amp;nbsp;believer&amp;nbsp;in treating other how you want to be treated and I wouldn't especially appreciate someone asking about me about something like that or if they did I would lie and say I was okay. I just prefer to wait it out or whatever. But now we're all in our rooms, in fact I haven't even seen her today but I know she's in, and she has a friend over and I can here them laughing and her friend came over in heels so then this just goes round full circle. She just doesn't like our company and feels like she has to sneak off?&lt;br /&gt;Okay down side of blogging is that all your thoughts just flow and get typed you blow things WAY out of proportion, Good Side. You realise you're doing it and realise it's all ranting and raving but you realise that you make some very good points.&lt;br /&gt;Also she doesn't want to live with us next year, she says its cause of studies but this just makes you question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough. If she should ever happen to stumble upon this:......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-342506100583605491?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/342506100583605491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/crack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/342506100583605491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/342506100583605491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/crack.html' title='CRACK'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3875937248113874206</id><published>2012-02-01T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:46:18.540Z</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>I know everyone is in the whole OMG ITS FEBRUARY ALREADY WHERE DID THE YEAR GO! Mood, aand its true, &amp;nbsp;I honestly feel like I've blinked but that could just be because I only got back to uni on the 21st. Which was a week ago on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much primaily becuase I haven;t done anything of interest. I spent the month I had off from uni being a slob at home, sleeping in till one in the afternoon, watching movies till my siblings got back before proceeding to watch more television, my mother would come back and me and my sister would race to the kitchen to start dinner and make it look like we've been there all along. We would eat watch more television then I'd go up to my room and watch something/read till about 4am then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have literally copy and pasted that paragraph into ever day of my blogging&amp;nbsp;absence. Fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yeah I am back at uni and they have already kicked us in the teeth with the work load, give a homie a break right? I also got a&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;on one of my projects which I was obvs&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;about, danced around the library. Stopped and saved it till I got home where I continued in my room for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Since then not a lot, spent the day with my other friends. I always go early with the intention of leaving early, so got there like 4pm and I didn't get back to mine till 5am. Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm what else. Oh yeah of course, so it's active week at the uni and so me and my friend have decided to try out a &amp;nbsp;clubs. Tennis and Gymnastics, Her the former and me the latter, but its all free this week so I went with her to Tennis today. For one its abso freezing and we played outside so when I get a cold in the next few days don't be surprised. I'm not a running around kinda gal, namely because I am plain lazy and not because I am a girl so don't get it twisted, but to day was fun. I don't think I have ever actually played tennis. I think it was obvious from what people saw today. BUT I DO HAVE A MEAN BACK SWING SO SUCK IT. Lying in bed and I feel all knitted up and achey and I feel a cold coming on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3875937248113874206?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3875937248113874206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3875937248113874206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3875937248113874206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6097274768334497468</id><published>2012-02-01T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:23:53.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Movies Watched in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Post Grad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Great Expectations (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;St Trinians 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;One Hour Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Planet of the Apes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Men Who Stare at Goats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Bandslam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Informant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Wedding Daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Up In The Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Suburban Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Wild Hogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Youth in Revolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;When Harry met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Down with Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Soul Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorority Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Clash Of The Titans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;How To Marry A Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Solomon Kane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;I Am Number Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Astro Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elektra Luxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Repo Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Avalon High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Imaginarium Of Dr Parnasus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Textuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Limitless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Lets Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anuvahood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Your Highness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Prince Of Persia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Elizabeth: The Golden Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Scre4m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;4.3.2.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Whip It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;When In Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sream 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Scream 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;How To Train A Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;6 Degrees Of Separation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Rango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Gnomeo ans Juliet&lt;br /&gt;X-Men: First Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cop Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Sorcerers Apprentice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pirates Of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Insidious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Wild Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Funny Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dirt Harry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Two For The Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Charade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Romeo Must Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dude Where's My Car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Godfather II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. The World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Armoured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Stepfather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;My Girlfriends Boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Gilda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Last Airbender&lt;br /&gt;IQ&lt;br /&gt;Austrailia&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kidulthood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Adulthood&lt;br /&gt;Takers&lt;br /&gt;Knight and Day&lt;br /&gt;Friends With Benefits&lt;br /&gt;Abduction&lt;br /&gt;Melancholia&lt;br /&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Real Steel&lt;br /&gt;American Beauty&lt;br /&gt;From Paris With Love&lt;br /&gt;Madea's Big Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;Vampires Suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;In Time&lt;br /&gt;The Ides Of March&lt;br /&gt;Immortals 3D&lt;br /&gt;Flashdance&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;br /&gt;Another Earth&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Singin' In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;Enemy Of State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Grinch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6097274768334497468?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6097274768334497468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/movies-watched-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6097274768334497468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6097274768334497468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/02/movies-watched-in-2011.html' title='Movies Watched in 2011'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6667543868545527558</id><published>2012-01-10T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:45:42.741Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that I haven't really posted anything of substance recently and that's just down to the fact that I am enjoying being at home and I spend my days&amp;nbsp;frivolously doing nothing or as little as possible. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;So until the day I do something interesting or at least gain some energy, that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6667543868545527558?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6667543868545527558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-realise-that-i-havent-really-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6667543868545527558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6667543868545527558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-realise-that-i-havent-really-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1546692141623617526</id><published>2012-01-01T01:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:34:39.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Had an epiphanaic shower</title><content type='html'>One of them ones that was more about the feeling than the actual words, so to speak. But the epiphany came almost as soon as the opening chords to this song started.... cause I listen to music in the shower. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Coulda put the actual video up but it required me to sit through an advert. I refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1546692141623617526?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1546692141623617526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/had-epiphanaic-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1546692141623617526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1546692141623617526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2012/01/had-epiphanaic-shower.html' title='Had an epiphanaic shower'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7002020909629791795</id><published>2011-12-31T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:50:38.125Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year?</title><content type='html'>Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;To me it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe because I have to go to Church every New Years Eve with my parents from about 11pm till 1 am or something is the reason that I'm so bitter but I very much doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;There's been the odd instance where we don't go and me and the sibs would watch a movie or just do our own thing and not really acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see the big deal, congratulating one and other for making it through another year, isn't that what your birthdays for? Why confuse things?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against the parties or the church goings or any of that its just the actuality of it. But just ignore the bitter rantings of an old lady. I was always a hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually just joke my way through the New Year to keep from being bitter, make "See you next year" jokes and stuff, but meh, who even has the effort any more eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I do make new year resolutions, though when you look at them they're not resolution its more like a list of stuff that I need to get out of the way for the year. I do the same thing on/around my birthday, when it's the summer holidays, when school starts up in September. I'm just a list loving freak.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten the point of this whole message. And all this ranting hasn't improved my mood or my headache.&lt;br /&gt;My mum's working tonight which my dad's not happy about, it just gave me jokes cause he's probably angry he didn't get in there first. I hope we don't have to go anywhere cause I am so not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7002020909629791795?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7002020909629791795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7002020909629791795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7002020909629791795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='New Year?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7405141506121414129</id><published>2011-12-31T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:38:11.067Z</updated><title type='text'>(Random Rant Don't feel obliged to read)</title><content type='html'>I have a headache and I woke up on the miserable side of the bed this morning. We have people round AGAIN. One of which is my cousin who was here the other day with my other cousins, I don't mind, she's nice. She's 21 and I haven't seen her in about 14years cause she lives in Canada, he dad was here last year and her oldest sister, who is getting marraied in Feburary in Nigeria but I can't go cause I have uni. Aint that a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, with her is her cousins, no relation to us, as its her mums sisters family and we're related by our dads. Anyways it's bad enoug that I am in a rotton mood but I hate making nice in the first place. My cousins cousin is also at Sheffield and I may have mentioned her as someone that I had to make nice with during the summer, she's 16 and goes to the international college there. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's put me in this rotten assed mood but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;As well as that it's new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm think I am going to continue this rant in a new post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7405141506121414129?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7405141506121414129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-rant-dont-feel-obliged-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7405141506121414129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7405141506121414129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-rant-dont-feel-obliged-to-read.html' title='(Random Rant Don&apos;t feel obliged to read)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3466623446161668055</id><published>2011-12-27T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:41:59.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Extended Christmas</title><content type='html'>Was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about the holidays is the mass of movies I get to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Saw The Grinch for the first time yesterday. Gasp I know but there's a long story as to why It's taken me so long which I'm not going to get into. Also young Taylor Momsen is so adorable, it's hard to see her turning out as the annoying rocker chick she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/taylor_momsen/taylor_momsen_1291589973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/taylor_momsen/taylor_momsen_1291589973.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/goth-barbie_293x473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/goth-barbie_293x473.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched Tangled, which was funny and fun and I approve allowing Rapunzel to be a Disney Princess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways iit's been 3days of bliss and now I have a 2500word essay to be getting on with so yeah. That.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3466623446161668055?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3466623446161668055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/extended-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3466623446161668055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3466623446161668055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/extended-christmas.html' title='Extended Christmas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3179804638166805281</id><published>2011-12-25T18:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:48:50.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To All</title><content type='html'>Been a weird one so far.&lt;br /&gt;For one it doesn't even feel; like Christmas so that threw me off.&lt;br /&gt;They cause it's a Sunday we had to go to church. It was 'aite cause I looked adorable ;)&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;I only asked for one thing...which I went out and bought so I was neither surprised nor disappointed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down for a bit then straight off to the kitchen, my parents went to work last night so they went to sleep, I made cupcakes and a normal cake before starting on my turkey, whom I names Joseph. Joseph is a good boy, except for the minor pain in my back I know have from dealing with the big SOAB but that's all well and good.&lt;br /&gt;I also started a little late so he won;t be done till like 10 but that's all good cause this family eats late anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I'm saying for now until tomorrow I guess....Which (In true Francis form) we have decided to make Christmas as well. We usually double it up cause there's never enough Christmas hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will end at 9:pm tomorrow to allow 3hours for Boxing Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zingerbug.com/Backgrounds/background_images/shopping_mall_christmas_trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.zingerbug.com/Backgrounds/background_images/shopping_mall_christmas_trees.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And too all a Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3179804638166805281?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3179804638166805281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3179804638166805281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3179804638166805281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas To All'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5424564106663738014</id><published>2011-12-18T17:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:09:59.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpReAbq-OHo/Tu4eWCWdVPI/AAAAAAAAAys/yp6OVP6edw0/s1600/Snapshot_20111218_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpReAbq-OHo/Tu4eWCWdVPI/AAAAAAAAAys/yp6OVP6edw0/s640/Snapshot_20111218_5.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5424564106663738014?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5424564106663738014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5424564106663738014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5424564106663738014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpReAbq-OHo/Tu4eWCWdVPI/AAAAAAAAAys/yp6OVP6edw0/s72-c/Snapshot_20111218_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-973012760820729383</id><published>2011-12-18T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:53:08.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Sitting here doing nothing</title><content type='html'>Finally got the will to do a bit of bloggage&lt;br /&gt;As always there's not really anything going on in my life because I'm super average and super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;My flatmates/friends have all gone home for Christmas so its just me myself and I for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was an early night because of work on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Had to be up for 6:30am and set about 3 alarms to make sure I wouldn't have a repeat of last week where I started work at 8:15am but didn't wake up till 8:08am. Yeah awkward I know, still managed to get to work for 8:25 and no one realise. Boom Shakalaka.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah work again at 8:15 this week, Man it was daaaaaaaaark when I woke and I was pissed, even when I left to go to work it was still dark, but lightening slightly. Who cares, it was my last week so the whole day I was just buzzing with anticipation for the clock on the computer to hit 3:45pm so I could be D-O-N-E Done.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and.......Even though It was only yesterday I cant quite remember what I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;I know I made some lunch......erm.....Watched Enemy Of State......erm I don't recall specifics. I did think about going over to a friends house and staying over on Saturday night but tat didn't happen. The 5minute walk from work to my apartment was just filled with bubbling suspense at getting home, locking the door and shutting out the world. I tend to forget the extremities of my loner type characteristics at times, s'pose it comes from coming from a big family? Its not that big, 2 parents and 3 other siblings. I don't know it just feels normal now. So yeah when I know I'm going to be by myself I think of other people I can go and see or stay with or who I can invite over and make a big deal of it, but the closer I get to my alone time the&amp;nbsp;quieter&amp;nbsp;I become and the more I embrace it and when I;m finally alone I realise just how much I've missed it. Wow I am so good at Dr Phil-ing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay think that's about it, currently just laying in bed, finally caught up with The Mentalist but still have Gossip Girl and Merlin to go before I get home tomorrow and might try to squeeze in a movie or two. Who knows. Oh yeah that and I still haven't packed yet. I'm in the process of doing so but I've just realised how small my suitcase is. I'm in Sheffield more than I go home so I literally have all my clothes and stuff with me. Anything back home I don't wear. So having to pack 5weeks worth of stuff in to a teeny tiny suitcase is a mission and a half. I gave up for the time being. Need to get myself into the zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-973012760820729383?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/973012760820729383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/sitting-here-doing-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/973012760820729383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/973012760820729383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/sitting-here-doing-nothing.html' title='Sitting here doing nothing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5471560592216033269</id><published>2011-12-18T12:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:32:14.914Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates to come</title><content type='html'>But for now, check out my new dress ^_^&lt;br /&gt;It lloks pink but it's actually red. Like proper red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knBc7caJ9vs/Tu3c6VwjVfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/K5r61taEGRI/s1600/Snapshot_20111217_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knBc7caJ9vs/Tu3c6VwjVfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/K5r61taEGRI/s320/Snapshot_20111217_3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POEzf62hlkA/Tu3c8nzazDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WxkrlEx-hX0/s1600/Snapshot_20111217_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POEzf62hlkA/Tu3c8nzazDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/WxkrlEx-hX0/s320/Snapshot_20111217_9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORRqM1U9NBM/Tu3dCk6iDAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/D-SVWgseIwQ/s1600/Snapshot_20111217_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ORRqM1U9NBM/Tu3dCk6iDAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/D-SVWgseIwQ/s320/Snapshot_20111217_4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore my face cause I was using the camera on my laptop and it makes things in the distant blurry, I wasn't born with a smudged face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5471560592216033269?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5471560592216033269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates-to-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5471560592216033269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5471560592216033269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates-to-come.html' title='Updates to come'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knBc7caJ9vs/Tu3c6VwjVfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/K5r61taEGRI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111217_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1835354626252446554</id><published>2011-12-09T16:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:24:22.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Disney Bridal Collection By Alfred Angelo</title><content type='html'>I was originally going to type that I'm not the kind of girl that has been thinking about her wedding day since she was 6. And that's all true, I haven't even decided if I want to get married. But I am a girl and I do love Clothes, Dresses Shoes and all things Pretty so Check It Homies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9vCNOPP9-w/TuI1Fuig4UI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ec3TUZPDxrs/s1600/Ariel+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9vCNOPP9-w/TuI1Fuig4UI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ec3TUZPDxrs/s320/Ariel+BG.PNG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ariel (Dibbs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbDfsq5daeA/TuI1IgEJKMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_mT_yUB86Cs/s1600/Belle+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbDfsq5daeA/TuI1IgEJKMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_mT_yUB86Cs/s320/Belle+BG.PNG" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uT6cG47ujnc/TuI1KQKwbMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HjX199dMwpc/s1600/Cinderella+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uT6cG47ujnc/TuI1KQKwbMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HjX199dMwpc/s320/Cinderella+BG.PNG" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuhOu-mfUAE/TuI1L-us2kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/p0h2dq9Niqk/s1600/Jasmine+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuhOu-mfUAE/TuI1L-us2kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/p0h2dq9Niqk/s320/Jasmine+BG.PNG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2MoGfnEVw4/TuI1PReMmLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/7TXOZAhbMgc/s1600/Sleeping+Beauty+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2MoGfnEVw4/TuI1PReMmLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/7TXOZAhbMgc/s320/Sleeping+Beauty+BG.PNG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-N1Uj2ygi0/TuI2H18oRTI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1Zy6mCjDF40/s1600/Snow+White+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-N1Uj2ygi0/TuI2H18oRTI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1Zy6mCjDF40/s320/Snow+White+BG.PNG" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euHeYtwMYL8/TuI1yau9zYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/o7VI6dG7z-Q/s1600/Tiana+BG.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-euHeYtwMYL8/TuI1yau9zYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/o7VI6dG7z-Q/s320/Tiana+BG.PNG" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-izmbmBtHI/TuI1TS3w7VI/AAAAAAAAAx4/PLVBYRq1DoU/s1600/DB.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-izmbmBtHI/TuI1TS3w7VI/AAAAAAAAAx4/PLVBYRq1DoU/s1600/DB.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1835354626252446554?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1835354626252446554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/disney-bridal-collection-by-alfred.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1835354626252446554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1835354626252446554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/disney-bridal-collection-by-alfred.html' title='Disney Bridal Collection By Alfred Angelo'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9vCNOPP9-w/TuI1Fuig4UI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ec3TUZPDxrs/s72-c/Ariel+BG.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6029787437063906263</id><published>2011-12-09T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:13:12.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Obsession and What Nots</title><content type='html'>So you guys know that I love all thing Disney Princess? Well yeah anyways I follow some Tumblr thing and I found on it pictures of Disney Related wedding dresses, and oh my gosh they were so cool. Like actual wedding dresses you can buy. Like I actually want the Ariel inspired one.&lt;br /&gt;Check It:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T1l1zIKo8I/TuIy_seyU0I/AAAAAAAAAws/XJxe5NKVLLY/s1600/DB.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T1l1zIKo8I/TuIy_seyU0I/AAAAAAAAAws/XJxe5NKVLLY/s1600/DB.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaP1ja3Fiag/TuIzChYKGyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/57qcZKQwm7A/s1600/WDF.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaP1ja3Fiag/TuIzChYKGyI/AAAAAAAAAw0/57qcZKQwm7A/s400/WDF.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9dPGur8dU/TuIzEWWRZHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/cMnoziKcI8M/s1600/WDB.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9dPGur8dU/TuIzEWWRZHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/cMnoziKcI8M/s320/WDB.PNG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How sexilicious is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imma post the rest on the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6029787437063906263?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6029787437063906263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/obsession-and-what-nots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6029787437063906263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6029787437063906263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/obsession-and-what-nots.html' title='Obsession and What Nots'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T1l1zIKo8I/TuIy_seyU0I/AAAAAAAAAws/XJxe5NKVLLY/s72-c/DB.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4907685518852514596</id><published>2011-12-09T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:03:17.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Every Day I'm Tumblr-ing</title><content type='html'>I got Tumblr last year because I had to for some Uni thing, I don't quite remember why to be honest. But then a few weeks ago I just decided to start using it, Kind of like I have multiple Blogs that are linked It's the same for Tumblr, so I started Tumblr-ing. To be honest you can thank Tom Fletcher from McFly, I follow him on Twitter and he randomly tweets his Tumbles and there were a few funny Gifs I liked and then the rest is history. It's fun. I still prefer Blogger cause I don't really write or put anything on there the way I do on here but its like a cross between this and tweeting, and man do I love tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;Check It:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Gotta love that it's the same URL as my Blogger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5TJgK33e0/TuIxF9OXMCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/xLkBkJty7qs/s1600/tumbs.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5TJgK33e0/TuIxF9OXMCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/xLkBkJty7qs/s400/tumbs.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus making my own thingys are fun. Sorry I don't know what they're called. But an example of what I mean.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlZhcHC7VIM/TuIxNiyyvKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zMwI9W7Yfho/s1600/fu+%25282%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlZhcHC7VIM/TuIxNiyyvKI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zMwI9W7Yfho/s320/fu+%25282%2529.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh darn it what would you call them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4907685518852514596?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4907685518852514596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-day-im-tumblr-ing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4907685518852514596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4907685518852514596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-day-im-tumblr-ing.html' title='Every Day I&apos;m Tumblr-ing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5TJgK33e0/TuIxF9OXMCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/xLkBkJty7qs/s72-c/tumbs.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6311284588275039949</id><published>2011-12-09T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:56:25.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Lady Popular</title><content type='html'>Is my fun new addictive game. It's kinda like having your own avatar but you have goals you need to complete to level up and you get to buy clothes and you can have a boyfriend an an apartment and there's other little tasks that go on around all the other stuff. You have a job and you can eat and its just so fun. As with all other games there is that optional Pay element, but I don't love the game THAT much. I got my flatmate into it and my other flatmate think we're both&amp;nbsp;ridiculous&amp;nbsp;cause she'll hear us having a conversation and think we're talking about real lives :)&lt;br /&gt;It's a Google Chrome App game thingy. So yeah here's a few snap shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np8QCxxdCeg/TuIvMQ4q4kI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GUgT4vpT7i0/s1600/googs+ch.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np8QCxxdCeg/TuIvMQ4q4kI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GUgT4vpT7i0/s400/googs+ch.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT0Pj31i0ek/TuIvPECrelI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SqGwZwUn-fw/s1600/LP1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT0Pj31i0ek/TuIvPECrelI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SqGwZwUn-fw/s400/LP1.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkT_dPZPn84/TuIvRdbbZHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PFDo6xEKjpk/s1600/LP+2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkT_dPZPn84/TuIvRdbbZHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PFDo6xEKjpk/s400/LP+2.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Give it a go, makes a good short&amp;nbsp;distraction&amp;nbsp;in between work cause you can only play the games once a day and I kind of just make mine go to sleep while I'm asleep and work when I work. Its cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6311284588275039949?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6311284588275039949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady-popular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6311284588275039949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6311284588275039949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady-popular.html' title='Lady Popular'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np8QCxxdCeg/TuIvMQ4q4kI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GUgT4vpT7i0/s72-c/googs+ch.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8381841562080976394</id><published>2011-12-09T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:47:17.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch - Up</title><content type='html'>I say catch up but there really isn't anything major to catch you up on.&lt;br /&gt;I've mainly been busy doing work, got a bucket load of projects and planning and filming and recording and editing and presentationing and&amp;nbsp;research&amp;nbsp;and essays to do. And that's what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even been able to go to the cinema this week and that's highly upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh turns out I have to quit my job because even though I requested the Christmas Period off in my "Interview" no one made a not of it so I have to work. Or quit. So I'm quitting. Gotta give a weeks notice. The woman I spoke to seemed taken aback when I asked her how I go about quitting as if the only choice was work or die. Psh you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to fill you on some other stuff now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8381841562080976394?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8381841562080976394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8381841562080976394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8381841562080976394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch - Up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2540918861327398459</id><published>2011-11-30T01:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:19:51.779Z</updated><title type='text'>Hi....My Name Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I've been blogging for a while now, and who knows if anyone even reads this schnizz any more, BUT it&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me the other day (which is&amp;nbsp;generally&amp;nbsp;the day all my good ideas come to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Do you know who I think I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GIUUDif20/TtWA7d-1fGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-SVeatOC-Xw/s1600/Snapshot_20111124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GIUUDif20/TtWA7d-1fGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-SVeatOC-Xw/s320/Snapshot_20111124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jennifer Francis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also respond to the following: Jennie, Jen, Gwen, Genvieve (John-vie-ev), Penelope, Franie, Thug, Yo Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Age: 19&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love being 19, it's an awesome age that comes with no attachments and i fell like it fits me well, also can't wait to be 20 just to have that whole "Teen" thing dropped once and forever more. Also I'm the youngest in my ground of friends which is a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Height: 5ft4 (and a half)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That extra half an inch is very important *Cough* That's what she said *End Cough* I like my height, it's cool and very&amp;nbsp;definitive&amp;nbsp;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education: University in Sheffield&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the whole Film and Media Production thing, was hating on it at first but meh, what's life without a little annoyance, difficulty and disappointment? Though to be honest I'm kind of understanding the relevance of some of the stuff they teach, and got told by a guy it gets better in the next two years. First year is just to get rid of the weak. One thing I am not is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bio: Where you from and let it spread from there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I originally lived in East London, and I still claim it, I'd claim anywhere faster than I would Chadwell Heath, which is sadly in Essex which is where i now reside. I actually can't stand it there, like actually, unexplainably so, but I smile and I go into town and so on because I know there is no escape. Maybe one day I will put into words why I resent the place so much but today isn't that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random Point&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The almost reckless need to keep changing, the thought of staying the same way or in the same place for the rest of your life is too painful to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family Members: 6 (Including Myself)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Who gives me too much jokes and doesn't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;Father: *Cough*.&lt;br /&gt;Older Sister (21):&amp;nbsp;In Ukraine studying for one reason or another, I dunno I just go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;Younger sister (15): Little smarty pants. Sweet kid, likes the same stuff I do.&lt;br /&gt;Brother (11?) He's trouble and his life makes me confused. Mostly cause I can never remember what year he's in or who his friends are or what he talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loves: General&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, I don't quite know, I suppose junk food. No all food. I love food. Also Reading and watching movies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hates: General&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, touchy feely people and the colour orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movies: General&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot wise then I'd say Non Linear and 6degree of separation styled movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Television: What do you watch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't got enough time in the day to go through them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Music: Genre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Alternative, Pop Rock, Rock Rock, RnB, General Pop, the odd Country and Classical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thoughts or Philosophies: Quotes etc&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Free or Die Hard - Die Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;TV taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;-Marina and the Diamonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll probably be this way till my dying day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;-Eminem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's a beautiful lie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's the perfect denial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;-30 seconds to Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2540918861327398459?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2540918861327398459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/himy-name-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2540918861327398459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2540918861327398459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/himy-name-is.html' title='Hi....My Name Is...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1GIUUDif20/TtWA7d-1fGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-SVeatOC-Xw/s72-c/Snapshot_20111124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1231252065144406391</id><published>2011-11-29T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:45:02.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Sluts and what nots</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about me, but people tend to think that I'm some kind of whore :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I thought to myself during my&amp;nbsp;claritive walk home tonight in the dead silence of a Monday night out, it's kind of a compliment as then doesn't that mean that people think I'm pretty enough to have a list of guys at my beck and call. Cause I know I ain't fat or ugly....or easy for that matter so what else could it be but my dashing good looks and my winning personality?&lt;br /&gt;I don't dress like one on the regs either, maybe on the odd night out but that hardly often, and it's&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not the company i keep....&amp;nbsp;any more. So I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly guys though, but I guess girls don't really go around calling each other slags.....to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, this thought just came to mind as i was thinking about a text someone sent me today.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1231252065144406391?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1231252065144406391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/sluts-and-what-nots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1231252065144406391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1231252065144406391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/sluts-and-what-nots.html' title='Sluts and what nots'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7758525806576421941</id><published>2011-11-27T20:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:41:24.928Z</updated><title type='text'>I am so obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-wanted-to-say-that.html"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-wanted-to-say-that.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i get distracted too easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7758525806576421941?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7758525806576421941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-obvious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7758525806576421941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7758525806576421941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-obvious.html' title='I am so obvious'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1231195340335529550</id><published>2011-11-23T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:46:05.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eyes</title><content type='html'>My friend keeps making jokes about how one of my eyes is super lazy compared to the other and I was all whatever, and he's literally been saying this for ages but I ignore the lovely bastard, but then today I was starring at my face in the webcam....Cause I don't have a mirror in my room and I couldn't be bothered to leave my bed and go to the bathroom &amp;nbsp;to do my hair - and I noticed it. Now I can't stop noticing it. Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ICW5QJOUU/Ts0w30XBeRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JPOkIVy3lbI/s1600/Snapshot_20111123_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ICW5QJOUU/Ts0w30XBeRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JPOkIVy3lbI/s320/Snapshot_20111123_10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean I might as well look like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxw00YhrXPk/Ts0w5TqkoPI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_b0_-DZypxk/s1600/Snapshot_20111123_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxw00YhrXPk/Ts0w5TqkoPI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_b0_-DZypxk/s320/Snapshot_20111123_11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. Oh well, hopefully I should be over it by tomorrow cause that's how I roll. But its still a little freaky cause now I feel like my lef- right eye has a little weight at the end of it. Now that's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1231195340335529550?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1231195340335529550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/crazy-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1231195340335529550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1231195340335529550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/crazy-eyes.html' title='Crazy Eyes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5ICW5QJOUU/Ts0w30XBeRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JPOkIVy3lbI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111123_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2913405434145399132</id><published>2011-11-23T17:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:12:43.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>I know it looks the same.....But its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilg6BJyRUMg/Ts0u9k0EFiI/AAAAAAAAAso/QLnSmxDrK80/s1600/Snapshot_20111113_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilg6BJyRUMg/Ts0u9k0EFiI/AAAAAAAAAso/QLnSmxDrK80/s320/Snapshot_20111113_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezv1nzFJkLM/Ts0vAVPAkGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PBEccVEH7M8/s1600/Snapshot_20111123_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezv1nzFJkLM/Ts0vAVPAkGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PBEccVEH7M8/s320/Snapshot_20111123_12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also in the second on I decided to switch my camera set up so its basically a mirror image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've also been playing around with the idea of getting bangs, but my flatmates hate the idea and I've decided that my cheeks are too round for it to match my face. But I still think I want it eventually so I was playing around on &lt;a href="http://www.taaz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tazz&lt;/a&gt; last week and I know it looks totally weird but at the same time, what do you think. Just imagine it better, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Enj6yaGfF_E/Ts0vzU1d_WI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QcqzQSL_VUQ/s1600/hair+1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Enj6yaGfF_E/Ts0vzU1d_WI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QcqzQSL_VUQ/s320/hair+1.PNG" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XYn6jUzugE/Ts0v1dHCDYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gl0jBz8imv4/s1600/hair6.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XYn6jUzugE/Ts0v1dHCDYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gl0jBz8imv4/s320/hair6.PNG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7G-5Pqt8SA/Ts0v3IBoeQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uAuLS-N08b4/s1600/hair+2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7G-5Pqt8SA/Ts0v3IBoeQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uAuLS-N08b4/s320/hair+2.PNG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't remember what celebrities i copied the hair from, but yeah, except for the fact that I look a little weird in the pictures cause they literally superimpose your face into where the&amp;nbsp;celebrities&amp;nbsp;would be....&lt;br /&gt;Watcha think, Oui or Non on the Bangs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2913405434145399132?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2913405434145399132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2913405434145399132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2913405434145399132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilg6BJyRUMg/Ts0u9k0EFiI/AAAAAAAAAso/QLnSmxDrK80/s72-c/Snapshot_20111113_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5707312755719175125</id><published>2011-11-23T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:31:36.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Hair dressers</title><content type='html'>Is a place I really hate going, I'm the kind of person that cant sit still for long periods of time and my mother used to hate doing my hair when I was younger and even now if I need her to help me take something out or attach something back to it I would fidget and she'd hit my head with the comb, Good Times :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I need to get my hair redone every 6 to 8 weeks, and in Sheffield its hard to find a place that does Afro/Caribbean hair like there's just literally just this one place and its not even a while salon dedicated to it, its just this one lady who rents the space with a bunch of others.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to her once before and it was meh. She tried to over charge me but I usually know what I'm talking about so she dropped the price. So this time round i was going to have some chick I met do it for me but she never text me back so I rang through and she told me to come over at about 2:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently super busy with a shit load of work to do for the 3weeks so in my head I had planned out what time to pause my work, get ready and leave, how long it would take and what time I would be back. I got there at 2:30pm and she was with someone else so I sat down and waited, it was okay cause I factored in like 10mins in case she was with someone else. 20 mins later I asked her how long she would be and she said 20mins. I was all "Fo Reals?" she said yeah and I was like, Gosh sigh I'm going to have to change some plans now. You know, tryna guilt trip her and make her hurry up. It was also fortunate that I had brought my work with me so I plugged myself in and did some reading and note taking, the next thing I know it was quarter past 3. I decided to myself that I would wait till it was 3:30 then get up and leave and express my unhappiness and I even came up with a kicking exit like "Next time I would appreciate that if you give me a time you stick to it. Actually no it doesn't matter there wont be a next time." Good right? so yeah I get up at 3:29pm and go and start my speech *"I'm leaving now, you cant tell someone 2:30 and expect them to be waiting an hour-" she cut me off and started&amp;nbsp;apologising&amp;nbsp;and telling me not to be angry at my sister. I was like "This is the second time I've met you, this is unprofessional-"again she cut me off and started to hug me, and I pushed her hands away and she kept apologising and the person she was with started to say that it was her fault and offered to move over and let her do my hair instead. At this point there was 5seconds of silence, the only sound coming from the radio in the other room.. Cant remember what it was playing, but then I nodded real slow, and she hugged me and I allowed her to do so before taking my seat. An hour later I was done and she was apologising again and saying that she would have been thinking about me all day if I had walked out and that I would be thinking that she's a bad person. I let that last part hang in the air as I just looked at her, then reached for my bag and coat, paid her and walked out with no comment of whether or not I would be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I should most likely add that I have one weakness that people take the wrong way of they don't know me. I cry when I'm angry, like when I'm boiling on the inside with rage. You may think that I'm angry when I'm having a go at people or in the middle of an over the top screaming match, but that's all physical, like I'm going through the motions, on the inside I'm never actually as angry as I'm making out to be. But when the tears start streaming, that's when you know. It's really annoying because I don't even notice it until half way through my voice will crack or something and I'll tough my cheeks and I'm like, Damn It Not Again. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5707312755719175125?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5707312755719175125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair-dressers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5707312755719175125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5707312755719175125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair-dressers.html' title='Hair dressers'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8474969779766399529</id><published>2011-11-21T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:32:12.447Z</updated><title type='text'>I feel all queasy on the inside</title><content type='html'>Damn you lactose Intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;I inherited it from my father&lt;br /&gt;Usually its okay cause I never have cereal&lt;br /&gt;So no need for milk&lt;br /&gt;and &amp;nbsp;hardly have a large consumption of cheese in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I went over board.&lt;br /&gt;Had cereal this morning (Lucky Charms obvs)&lt;br /&gt;A nice chuck of cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;Scoop of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Went pizza hut and asked for extra cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleughk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home that was it. Couldn't stay and watch Misfit cause I thought I was going to be sick, spent 20mins on the bathroom floor, before I opted to lie on my&amp;nbsp;stomach&amp;nbsp;in bed.&lt;br /&gt;That helps, the only downside is that as soon as I get up I feel like shit all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flatmates were really nice, came and asked if I was okay, considering I disappeared before the first break.&lt;br /&gt;Obvs they're nice people. I say flatmates but they're also my friends, considering I chose to live with them this year in our swanky apartment. We have this little joke where we get angry if we refer to each other as flatmates and not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch last nights Merlin to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleughk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8474969779766399529?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8474969779766399529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-all-queasy-on-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8474969779766399529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8474969779766399529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-all-queasy-on-inside.html' title='I feel all queasy on the inside'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3948538596734654537</id><published>2011-11-16T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:45:25.865Z</updated><title type='text'>If heartache was a physical pain I could face it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kM3vdN6FJ7E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kM3vdN6FJ7E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just seem to really love this song, stumbled upon it as i was on my way to listen to Lose Yourself by Eminem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3948538596734654537?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3948538596734654537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-heartache-was-physical-pain-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3948538596734654537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3948538596734654537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-heartache-was-physical-pain-i-could.html' title='If heartache was a physical pain I could face it'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2279019028877798798</id><published>2011-11-16T14:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:43:02.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Bradley Cooper was trending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2011/specials/sma/news/bradley-cooper-cover-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2011/specials/sma/news/bradley-cooper-cover-300.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So obvs I had to know why. And what do you know, he has been voted People Magazines 2011 Sexiest Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I went and did a little wikipedia background search and came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrE-bzP7lHg/TsPK1So2S_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bFMtLXevbag/s1600/Sexy.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrE-bzP7lHg/TsPK1So2S_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bFMtLXevbag/s640/Sexy.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John F Kennedy Made me Chuckle&lt;br /&gt;Props to George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp who have won it twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2279019028877798798?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2279019028877798798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/bradley-cooper-was-trending.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2279019028877798798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2279019028877798798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/bradley-cooper-was-trending.html' title='Bradley Cooper was trending'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrE-bzP7lHg/TsPK1So2S_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bFMtLXevbag/s72-c/Sexy.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5379300271496038566</id><published>2011-11-16T14:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:21:48.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Ode to crappy TV</title><content type='html'>Back when Channel 5 used to show quality shit TV&lt;br /&gt;Daria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAURJvawm-0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAURJvawm-0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also do you remember.&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Cosh&lt;br /&gt;The Tribe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartbreak High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh* What ever happened to honest to God shit TV, none of that obvious stuff like Gossip Girl and Leverage, but the ones that you watch for ages and you know its sad but you love it anyways and everyone watched it on the sly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5379300271496038566?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5379300271496038566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode-it-crappy-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5379300271496038566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5379300271496038566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode-it-crappy-tv.html' title='Ode to crappy TV'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8040630050440967652</id><published>2011-11-16T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:16:43.986Z</updated><title type='text'>One For The Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_t33UjtZeQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_t33UjtZeQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we all should know by now how much i love the series. Actually that's an&amp;nbsp;understatement, The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich is one of my top 3 favourite book series and I have been anticipating the movie release for give or take three years.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched and waited as it was in talks, as they played around with release dates, pushed said dates forward and back, put it on ice for a while and when they considered Sandra Bullock for the role of protagonist Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;But that's all in the past. When I heard they we're using Heigl instead, at first I was pissed because I didn't see it, then I was furious&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I take the world of&amp;nbsp;television&amp;nbsp;very seriously, and after watching her in Greys Anatomy I &amp;nbsp;hated her character and thus i started to form a&amp;nbsp;disdain&amp;nbsp;for the actual person. Sad I know but I cant help it (I'm still pissed at Orlando Bloom for his role in Troy, but I'm slowly defrosting) So yeah I was angry cause if I didn't like her then I wouldn't like the movie.......I've really lost focus and track about what I'm talking about so I'm just going to jump and say that as I watched the trailer I didn't like who they picked to play any of the characters, except for Lula, her I can deal with. BUT as I went on, I did have a huge grin plastered on my face so all hope isn't lost. I think it was helped by the fact that they used a lot if elements from the book and that always pleases me.&amp;nbsp;Any who&amp;nbsp;the movie's not out until January in the US and summer in the UK which sucks. But nothing is set in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seat42f.com/images/stories/Movies/Posters/One-For-The-Money-Movie-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://seat42f.com/images/stories/Movies/Posters/One-For-The-Money-Movie-Poster.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She just looks wrong *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8040630050440967652?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8040630050440967652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-for-money.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8040630050440967652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8040630050440967652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-for-money.html' title='One For The Money'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4658151713426362442</id><published>2011-11-16T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:18:08.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Combining my two favourite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DFBzZfxkWUg?feature=player_embedded" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was really well edited i think, cutting to the beat and what not and some shots are ones that i thought about then they used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4658151713426362442?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4658151713426362442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/combining-my-two-favourite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4658151713426362442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4658151713426362442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/combining-my-two-favourite-things.html' title='Combining my two favourite things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DFBzZfxkWUg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4814872614998485598</id><published>2011-11-15T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:29:19.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Cold Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDSLcWXrZFM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDSLcWXrZFM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only heard this song sometime this week cause I just happened to see it as i was flicking through the music channels. Its such a tune. Jokes at Tulisa dancing, its about time considering it looks like most of the songs and videos are the guys ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4814872614998485598?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4814872614998485598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-shoulder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4814872614998485598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4814872614998485598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-shoulder.html' title='Cold Shoulder'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1563257242919476783</id><published>2011-11-15T02:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:27:15.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Sad Times</title><content type='html'>Google Earthing Things and it kinda upsets me that the black of flats i lives in is just completely different. There's literally no similarity. They knocked that bitch down and built it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I had such an awesome time there. Its a shame there are no pictures. I know it got replaced like more or less 5 years ago but it's still sad. Can't show my brother or just look at it in nostalgic bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Plaistow is currently undergoing extensive urban re-generation including replacement of council homes. Newham, of which Plaistow is part, is one of the&lt;/span&gt;most deprived&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;boroughs in the UK, and with an ethnically diverse population; it is hoped the staging of the Olympic Games at nearby Stratford in 2012 will bring greater prosperity to the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Wikpedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jakUgVBSk94/TsHMKFZ6uXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sSYAWWCQRYA/s1600/Capture+flat.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jakUgVBSk94/TsHMKFZ6uXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sSYAWWCQRYA/s320/Capture+flat.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's no more 99 either. Its just 90-93. Like the place didn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rw-izAnNBPY/TsHMN8F01BI/AAAAAAAAAsI/poaKCeW3sjc/s1600/Capture3.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rw-izAnNBPY/TsHMN8F01BI/AAAAAAAAAsI/poaKCeW3sjc/s320/Capture3.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't kidding when I said I lived across the road from my Primary school and could hear the bell from my kitchen window. Good Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1563257242919476783?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1563257242919476783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1563257242919476783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1563257242919476783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-times.html' title='Sad Times'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jakUgVBSk94/TsHMKFZ6uXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sSYAWWCQRYA/s72-c/Capture+flat.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5947931946095132448</id><published>2011-11-12T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:18:04.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Time Flys When You're Blogging</title><content type='html'>I should go to sleep, though I had like a 4hour nap this afternoon, I'm not sure what time I &amp;nbsp;start work tomorrow. I read last week it was 12:30 - 8:00 but its subject to change and no one called me and when I called the Bridge after my nap they were closed. Whoopsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my posts had more pictures but I haven't taken a single on this year and I realise you guys don't even know what i look like any more. Hmmmm imma have to&amp;nbsp;rectify&amp;nbsp;these things, I'll probs to a picture post soon, just the random images that are on my phone, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to skype my sister after 3weeks of last hearing her voice and 10weeks of not seeing her face. It was aite.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sleep, gotta be up in 10 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mentalist has started&lt;br /&gt;I'm way behind on House&lt;br /&gt;I'm behind on Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm not enjoying my course&lt;br /&gt;Merlin. MERLIN! i know right?!&lt;br /&gt;Should be seeing Immortals on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Little Liars Starts on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Finally Started Greys Anatomy season 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of the flat more&lt;br /&gt;But one thing at a time eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I also realise that I blog so that I don't have to write. This is bad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5947931946095132448?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5947931946095132448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-flys-when-youre-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5947931946095132448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5947931946095132448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-flys-when-youre-blogging.html' title='Time Flys When You&apos;re Blogging'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2684878554305190909</id><published>2011-11-12T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:07:15.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Club Photography</title><content type='html'>So my friend asked me to film this club event last week, but it was a dead night (Cause Halloween weekend was just over allegedly) so I didn't end up doing it. This week though he was like yeah its gonna be live. I was like skeeeeen. But i agreed, cause i mean why the hell not right? That and the even was literally across the road. I mean I can see it from my balcony. As in I step out of the lobby onto the pavement and I cross the street. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I'm at the club and to begin with its quite dead and I'm just taking a few shots of the early comers. Then next thing you know as I'm sitting in the corner on my phone (Kinda near to the entrance so I can see everyone coming in) I look over then I look back over then my head shoots up and I look back and I realise I'm seeing this guy who I refer to as The Fairy Tale Love Of My Life. Lets not forget how wild my imagination is and how melodramatic I can be okay?&lt;br /&gt;I just kind of call him that because of the way we met and randomly bump into each other. I don't actually know him that well but he seems like a douchey player. All the hot ones are. Its understandable in his case though.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I've mentioned him in a few blog posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-just-one-of-those-things.html"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-just-one-of-those-things.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-i-always-come-to-blog-when-i.html"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-i-always-come-to-blog-when-i.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is literally the third time we've had an encounter. So I'm still sitting in the corner but he's Mr popular so he's chatting to a few people by the door. I get up and wander around the bar a bit, snap some pics of some peeps then wonder back over to around my stool, and he just so happens to be sitting less than a meter away. So before I plonk my lazy ass down again I go up to him and the chick he's sitting next to and ask them if the want their picture taken. (All casual like) Then as I'm gearing up my camera he tilts his head to the side and points to me and says "Don't I know you?" I'm a pro when it comes to playing dumb, so i tell him to hold up a second. Quickly snap his picture then get closer to him; "What we're you saying?" and he repeats himself. then I'm all "Erm....You do? Where from?" And he's like, "Don't you live down the road?" Then my memory suddenly comes back out of know where and I suddenly remember where I know him from ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that's as close as we got that night as I was "working" and the bar was loud and he knows a lot of people. He did stand next to me and i took him bottle of wine and swigged a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time Dan, Mon Amour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2684878554305190909?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2684878554305190909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/club-photography.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2684878554305190909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2684878554305190909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/club-photography.html' title='Club Photography'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-1227453087462406968</id><published>2011-11-12T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:40:52.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Doubley Stood Up</title><content type='html'>I was all set to watch the movie In Time on Tuesday cause i have an Odeon points card and i get 25% off on Tuesdays. Anyways we and my friends we driving around on Monday trying to find a Pizza Hut and i mentioned i was going to see it. Then one of them mentioned that we should go and see it together. I straight up said no. Id planned to see it myself and i was looking forward to it etc. They did the whole calling me a loner thing and i was like yeah yeah yeah whatever. In the end i relented, mostly because if I went with them then it meant we go to Cineworld, and we all know how shit the screen at Odeon are. So yeah Tuesday evening we were going to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to Tuesday and i text them and was like the 18:55 on looks good, but then i a text asking of I could find anything earlier because my friend had basketball at 9:00 so wouldn't be able to see it all. There wasn't another one on so I'm a little peeved. But especially cause i was busy on Wednesday afternoon. But they agreed to pick me up at 10:30am so we could go see the 11:00am showing. I was like sure whatever.&lt;br /&gt;That night i was doing a bit of club photography (Which reminds me about something else i need to blog about actually) and so didn't get in till like 4:00am and was in bed half an hour later, but i still managed to get myself up 5hours later to get ready to meet them at 10:30. It was cool cause they were picking me up. It got to 10:30 and I didn't hear a word. I didn't hear anything from then until 4:15 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have text them asking where they were when they were like 10mins late, and i wasn't really all that surprised when they didn't show up, which made me have a few realisations:&lt;br /&gt;1. I expect people to let me down&lt;br /&gt;2. I like being angry at people&lt;br /&gt;Luckily these tow things work hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time why should i have needed to text them anyways? They said 10:30 and i was ready. The End. I did my thing at uni then just went next door to Odeon. It pissed me off especially because i caught the 18:00 viewing ant it was a Wednesday which means a few thing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Its Orange Wednesday so the cinema if full&lt;br /&gt;2. Its after 17:00 so its more expensive and they let anyone in.&lt;br /&gt;All things I try and avoid especially because i go and see movies so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me around 4 and i didnt answer (Mainly cause i was in uni and the room i was using had a class on) then after i did watch the movie i had like another 4missed calls. I didn't bother replying. I think it finally got to 9:00ish when they called and i answered. Actually it wasn't even them who called it was a friend so that made me look even more pissed cause i wasn't answering their calls but i answered him. Whatever. The guy tried to shift the blame on me. I was like, Hell no it was your idea and i was ready im not your mum, if you can get to a lecture for 9 then its not my fault you cant get to an arrangement for 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats the end Pretty sure i waffled for most of this post but meh.&lt;br /&gt;Also you note that i keep using the words "THEY didn't pick up" and other such plural related words. I was going to see the movie with half of my couple friends. Partly another reason why i didn't want to go with them. A small one but a reason non the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-1227453087462406968?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1227453087462406968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/doubley-stood-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1227453087462406968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/1227453087462406968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/doubley-stood-up.html' title='Doubley Stood Up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3873016439550802155</id><published>2011-11-12T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:24:39.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Taking Things Seriously</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i had my first assessment.&lt;br /&gt;It was based on that place we went to Edale, and if you remember i found it so boring and me and my partner got on the 4:30pm train back as&amp;nbsp;opposed&amp;nbsp;to waited for the 7:29pm one because we were essentially don't by 3:00pm and sat in the pub with a bunch of other people that had finished. The weather was shitty so its not like we could have filmed any more if we had even wanted to. The hell i was sitting in that pub for another 4 and a half hours so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to my assessment on Thursday and during the feedback one of the tutors. Thinks she's the module leader cause she doesn't teach me. Anyways she comes out and saying&lt;br /&gt;"I think you guys have no excuse for not having enough shots because you were one of the first one to leave" The whole classroom starts cracking up with&amp;nbsp;laughter&amp;nbsp;and so did me and my friend. It was horrible. Well horrible funny but still horrible. It was actually uncontrollable. After we had sat down and peeps were chatting to us they were all saying how unfair it was for her to bring that up, cause if it was that much of a big deal then why not email us or request to have a word around the time it had happened. They were saying that she looked like she had been waiting three weeks just to point it out. That's true to be honest. I didn't actually think of it at the time. Im usually the one to argue back with anyone but i was to busy laughing my ass off to fully comprehend the situation. After at like the very end she made a comment about people not taking the assessments seriously and that to&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;it is like an exam. Yes i heard that hint loud and motherfucking clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its just deep if she fails us over that cause at the time we were done and we werent even the first ones to be finished, we just left first. Deep times, also i think we worked really hard on our project considering how much we hated the POS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3873016439550802155?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3873016439550802155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/taking-things-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3873016439550802155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3873016439550802155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/taking-things-seriously.html' title='Taking Things Seriously'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7216575164345118504</id><published>2011-11-11T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:09:43.523Z</updated><title type='text'>This is a cheating post</title><content type='html'>Ive gone backwards in time because i missed 11/11/11 11:11&lt;br /&gt;and i did so well when it was 10/10/10 10:10 See.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/10/future-post.html"&gt;http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2010/10/future-post.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah&lt;br /&gt;Happy Magical Minute&lt;br /&gt;and I'll see you next year for the last one&lt;br /&gt;(12/12/12 12:12)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be late ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7216575164345118504?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7216575164345118504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-cheating-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7216575164345118504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7216575164345118504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-cheating-post.html' title='This is a cheating post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-711017897726682580</id><published>2011-11-08T19:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:21:25.761Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqjDm0IsCEk/TrmBK1R7LYI/AAAAAAAAArw/XVQu_PC48qs/s1600/tweetnum.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqjDm0IsCEk/TrmBK1R7LYI/AAAAAAAAArw/XVQu_PC48qs/s640/tweetnum.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-711017897726682580?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/711017897726682580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/711017897726682580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/711017897726682580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqjDm0IsCEk/TrmBK1R7LYI/AAAAAAAAArw/XVQu_PC48qs/s72-c/tweetnum.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7619415840047071875</id><published>2011-11-08T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:20:37.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Shit Just Got Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkxESZbTnOE/TrmAy0lrgyI/AAAAAAAAAro/q8qo9-Pqa_s/s1600/AB.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkxESZbTnOE/TrmAy0lrgyI/AAAAAAAAAro/q8qo9-Pqa_s/s640/AB.PNG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Angry Birds, downloaded from Google Apps. Don't remember what level but its in part 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7619415840047071875?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7619415840047071875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/shit-just-got-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7619415840047071875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7619415840047071875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/shit-just-got-serious.html' title='Shit Just Got Serious'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkxESZbTnOE/TrmAy0lrgyI/AAAAAAAAAro/q8qo9-Pqa_s/s72-c/AB.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-9173884847761132742</id><published>2011-11-06T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:28:21.424Z</updated><title type='text'>Quirky:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm never sure whether to take this as a compliment or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-9173884847761132742?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9173884847761132742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/quirky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/9173884847761132742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/9173884847761132742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/quirky.html' title='Quirky:'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4496717280593625527</id><published>2011-11-06T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:26:47.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Quick Angry Post</title><content type='html'>It really irks me when people call me stupid for dumbness reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was out for lunch with this person and they showed me a picture of a beach in Nigeria on their phone and my immediate response was&lt;br /&gt;"Wooow I didn't know they had beaches in Nigeria" and the dude was like "Don't be stupid" but in a really harsh way.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it may seem really obvious to some people and a few of you reading this will agree with the dude, but in all fairness I've never been and the thought has never occurred to me.&lt;br /&gt;If someone had said to me: Does Nigeria have beaches? I may have stopped and thought and realised where its placed in Africa and come to the conclusion that it most likely did have beaches. But that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal perception on the place is only based on the jokes or random questions I'd randomly ask my mother but in general stories or answered questions, not once did they mention beaches. Streams and Rivers and Lakes and Watering Holes (Jokes) yes but not beaches so why would I ever need to give it a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;I did snap back at the dude and refused to&amp;nbsp;acknowledge&amp;nbsp;anything they said for a while even after they&amp;nbsp;apologised, but it just getting my blood boiling. Well i might not have known it before but i know it now, its called learning.&lt;br /&gt;Oyvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dancier.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Dancier/nigeria_lagos_atlantic_beach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.dancier.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Dancier/nigeria_lagos_atlantic_beach.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I also looked at a few beach shots and I didn't realise the place looked to beautiful, in my head every things got a yellow tint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay rant over but I'm still pissed especially cause i allowed this dude to stay in my bed for the night whilst i didn't sleep, on the couch. Post later maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4496717280593625527?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4496717280593625527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-angry-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4496717280593625527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4496717280593625527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-angry-post.html' title='Quick Angry Post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7922611954892953484</id><published>2011-11-05T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:25:58.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Also</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktxQzIB-daI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktxQzIB-daI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason when i saw this advert on the TV the other day i was absolutely&amp;nbsp;enthralled. I dunno what it was about it but it like opened up my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adverts about Cars, Phones and Perfume are the ones to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7922611954892953484?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7922611954892953484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7922611954892953484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7922611954892953484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/also.html' title='Also'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4521390602783253185</id><published>2011-11-05T00:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:23:38.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBVXPYTzczU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBVXPYTzczU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but that rap was hard. JB I give you your props.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4521390602783253185?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4521390602783253185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4521390602783253185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4521390602783253185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8029815205952985192</id><published>2011-11-04T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:04:58.696Z</updated><title type='text'>I just think this is too ah-mazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pcqRuFEMLs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pcqRuFEMLs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place i became fully&amp;nbsp;aware&amp;nbsp;of it was on the movie Takers during Chris Browns chase scene and you know that weren't know mofo stunt, so what do you know, i guess Breezy has skills after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g78B8Bs0bHE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g78B8Bs0bHE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8029815205952985192?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8029815205952985192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-think-this-is-too-ah-mazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8029815205952985192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8029815205952985192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-think-this-is-too-ah-mazing.html' title='I just think this is too ah-mazing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2108902399766652752</id><published>2011-11-04T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:18:08.484Z</updated><title type='text'>I need to schedule in times</title><content type='html'>To go and see quite a few movies&lt;br /&gt;and to think i was doing so well with the whole watching one movie a week thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lemme think:&lt;br /&gt;In Time&lt;br /&gt;The Ideas Of March&lt;br /&gt;We Need To Talk About Kevin (Possibly, i would rather read the book)&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Tin Tin: Secret of the Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt sound like a lot but it builds up and Odeon dont keep their movies for long and if i wanna see them cheaper then i have to see them at certain times/days. That and theres a new film that tickles my fancy every week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Being and avid film watcher is hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2108902399766652752?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2108902399766652752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-to-schedule-in-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2108902399766652752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2108902399766652752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-to-schedule-in-times.html' title='I need to schedule in times'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2279194729154699264</id><published>2011-11-04T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:08:28.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about it</title><content type='html'>Ive got a hell of a lot of work to do for uni.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm okay with it, not feeling totally overloaded-yet, feel like im coping, lets face it the stuff that i'm doing isnt necessarily hard its just fitting everything around each other. That and working in a group or pair means that you have to agree on a time and place and idea and your just sitting there thinking, eughk if i was working by myself i'd be done in a week. But whatever i suppose its good to work in groups and shizz...team work and what not.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time i'd prefer to do things by myself but thats mainly because of the way i work, i like to get things done and over with so i have loads of the time at then when everyones panicing and just starting to just relax and go see a movie or whatever of you get what im saying man i havent used any full stops in a while pause.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i havent been doing a lot, ignoring some friends cause i need a vacation but i think i'll start replying come Saturday? I started this i think when i left their house on Saturday or Sunday night and i bumped into one of them on Monday and another on today so whats another day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Also theres this guy who was on my course last year and we speak just randomly like you know if theres no one else to talk to and what not, and all this time i never realised that i didnt know his name, that or i thought it was something elsem something mor along the lines of Andy or Adam, but i found out that his nmae was Christi. Yup. My thoughts exacvtly.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love life eh?&lt;br /&gt;My flatmates are leaving me tonight, ones going home till Monday and the others just going off to Manchester till sometime tomorrow, she said she'd be back by the time i get back from work..&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, i still havent got my hours yet. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2279194729154699264?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2279194729154699264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/thinking-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2279194729154699264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2279194729154699264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/thinking-about-it.html' title='Thinking about it'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-8284875058915284436</id><published>2011-11-02T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:00:45.692Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i guess its November again.&lt;br /&gt;Man the years gone quick.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways not much to report.&lt;br /&gt;Im ignoring the calls of my friends so i can have a little me time&lt;br /&gt;That and im fed up of being thought of as a home wrecker.&lt;br /&gt;No ones said those words exactly but that's the one i'm using to describe&lt;br /&gt;the way people are acting and what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i get dragged and caught up in peoples lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my dads birthday yeasterday.&lt;br /&gt;I rang him, he didnt pick up and i got happs cause it meant i could get away with&lt;br /&gt;just dropping him a text.&lt;br /&gt;But he called me back mid text.&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;I said happy birthday and stuff and he said stuff but i honestly blank out when im&lt;br /&gt;talking to the man, i make encouraging and acknowledging sounds. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some editing for a tutorial ive got tomorrow and i have to say this is the shittest&lt;br /&gt;piece of work that ive produced sing Raise Your Voice in year 10. Jokes Times.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever as long as it passes than thats a-okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back into writing, i do love it but i need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I need cupcakes and a cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-8284875058915284436?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8284875058915284436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-guess-its-november-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8284875058915284436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/8284875058915284436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-guess-its-november-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2060400770741777088</id><published>2011-10-26T03:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:42:43.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Think im done for the time being</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to have time to do a lot of posting but i don have a major blog binge and do my best to catch you up &amp;nbsp;on my ever so tiresome and average life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time mi amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2060400770741777088?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2060400770741777088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-im-done-for-time-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2060400770741777088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2060400770741777088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-im-done-for-time-being.html' title='Think im done for the time being'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3677596895545097532</id><published>2011-10-26T03:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:41:26.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Twosomes</title><content type='html'>My friends are trying to set me up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly safe when im hanging out with one of each or if im jamming with just the guys or just the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I basically hang out with two twosomes.&lt;br /&gt;They were all already together before i met them last year. Now the four of them live together in a two person apartment. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways they're trying to set me up with different guys.&lt;br /&gt;For example; I&amp;nbsp;was dancing with these two guys....Not at the same time....on Saturday and they all ganged up on me about them both, yesterday selling them too me. I'm not sure if i should be chuffed that they care or depressed that they think i need someone.&lt;br /&gt;My mate Naz is&amp;nbsp;prematurely&amp;nbsp;excited about us doing couple-y things like going to the cinema together or out to eat. *Gag*&lt;br /&gt;No more asking for an awkward table of three or five. I should point out that if they did successfully set me up with someone that we would have to take two cars everywhere. Yeah i like the sound of that as my counter argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being the third or fifth wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/469299970/three-couples-bless-you-get-the-happiest-love-wedding-decorating-ideas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/469299970/three-couples-bless-you-get-the-happiest-love-wedding-decorating-ideas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3677596895545097532?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3677596895545097532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-twosomes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3677596895545097532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3677596895545097532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-twosomes.html' title='Three Twosomes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2823206980541535111</id><published>2011-10-26T03:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:29:23.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¬_¬</title><content type='html'>Got pissed at one of my friends this week&lt;br /&gt;Cause if i call him or text him he never replies.&lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time, but its okay for him to call/text me when he wants something.&lt;br /&gt;If ever i see him i always have a go at him and he apologies but he still does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day he rang me and i looked at his name on the screen and pressed end.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't try calling me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when i went to my friends birthday thing, i was sitting "Playing" NBA on XBOX&lt;br /&gt;and he walks in and shouts my name as he does.&lt;br /&gt;I look over at him, blink then continue my game.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room was like Oooooooooooooooo what did you do.&lt;br /&gt;He calls my name again and i look over and im like "What?" not looking over&lt;br /&gt;Dude gets all sheepish and was like just saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes over and apologies for not calling/texting back and said that he tried to ring&lt;br /&gt;the other day&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, yeah i know, i saw you name come up and pressed ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually i start talking to him but i think he actually got the message&lt;br /&gt;cause when i was in the car with the others the next day he rand me 3times&lt;br /&gt;twice i didn;t hear, the third i picked up on a fluke as i was checking the time.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted me to come over but obvs i was out and he was like awww i'm dibbsing you for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping he'll start replying to me. Not like i call or text him often. Just once if we&lt;br /&gt;haven't&amp;nbsp;seen each other for at least two weeks to ask if he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice am i right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2823206980541535111?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2823206980541535111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-pissed-at-one-of-my-friends-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2823206980541535111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2823206980541535111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-pissed-at-one-of-my-friends-this.html' title='¬_¬'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6393647193408731770</id><published>2011-10-26T03:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:20:00.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Mind</title><content type='html'>This could jsut be one of those things that everyone thinks is just a personal thing but is really something that everyone thinks/feels, but i lack the ability to put myself in other peoples shoes and feel what they might feel. I can thing what they might think but that&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;have the same effect. I'll use i few&amp;nbsp;hypotheticals to&amp;nbsp;stabilise&amp;nbsp;my point.&lt;br /&gt;Say for example that the guy who stayed in my bed was the crush of someone quite close and i knew about this crush.&lt;br /&gt;Even though less than nothing happened was it still okay for us to just jam in the same bed? I had tried to kick them out and why should i have to sit on the cold couch all night? Not like we have any spare bedding.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if my hypothetical friend was then frosty with me after she found out, even though nothing happened should i be angry at her being angry for no reason because to me it didnt even occur to me that it would even be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;Another hypothetical&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a girlfriend, had a girlfriend before we even met, but the two of us have become really good friends, and its only cause i'm friends with him that i even know/speak to his girlfriend. Strictly friends.&lt;br /&gt;Every time he sees me he shouts my name and hugs me warmly and will pick me up and stuff his girlf sends him to Tesco and he asks me to come with and even though Tesco is like a 5min walk away we take about 45mins to get there and back. When we get back she asks what took us so long. Now thins could just be because she wanted her&amp;nbsp;ice lollies&amp;nbsp;but it sounded double loaded and we both answered nothing at the same time. On the way to tesco and back we&amp;nbsp;dawdled&amp;nbsp;a lot,walked at my very slow snail pace. Stopped randomly and told jokes or just chatted, and spent 5mins riding the lift up and down just so we could chat. It never even&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me how much time we were taking or what his girlf would say or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the home wrecker kind, its not my style. Well actually it is but it'd be to strangers not to people i actually know, like and consider close friends. But as you can see from my two HYPOTHETICALS it doesn't really occur to me how something&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;perfectly insignificant might look to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Could be cause i&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;date and im never really infatuated with people for long that i cant feel what the other person might be feeling. That or im a psychopath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6393647193408731770?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6393647193408731770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-and-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6393647193408731770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6393647193408731770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-and-my-mind.html' title='Me and My Mind'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6724939347427285787</id><published>2011-10-26T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:05:40.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>45hours</title><content type='html'>Is how long i stayed up. i had class on Friday at 9:00am so that meant i was up at 7:00am.&lt;br /&gt;Then i just didnt sleep all of Friday night, then had work on Saturday till about 4:00pm then did a few bits and bobs around the house and watched Merlin before i went round to my mates house cause he was having this whole birthday weekend thing. A shit load of us went out and i eventually got back to mine around 3:00am on Sunday morning, then an hour later i was in bed. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;THEN i slept till 6:00pm on Sunday before my friend picked me up and we went out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me what time i would have had to fit in writing an essay when i was up for 45hours and asleep for 14?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That was my weekend and man did it mess with my head a tid bit.&lt;br /&gt;The nest day....Monday? My friend rings me and asks if i was busy. Like im ever busy so we just chill for a few hours before heading out to eat again. We got back to theirs and watched Avatar. The blue people. I have to say, i was actually starting to like it the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Wednesday and i really didn't do much on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up about 12:30 in the afternoon, cause i didn't get in till like 2:00am? Then did some work in bed watch American Beauty FINALLY. Headed out to a student ambassador group interview thingy then came home and chilled with my flatmate who i hadn't seen properly since about Friday to be honest. Watched The Vampire Diaries, then watch Tim Burtons Batman.&lt;br /&gt;Now im here,&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fun Fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6724939347427285787?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6724939347427285787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/45hours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6724939347427285787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6724939347427285787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/45hours.html' title='45hours'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7555571125474324276</id><published>2011-10-26T02:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:58:16.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay so a weeks summary is in order</title><content type='html'>So lemme think lemme think.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i knew it was gonna be a real busy weekend so i did my 100word annotated bibliography essay on Wednesday/Thursday and handed it in on Friday which was like 5days before deadline day and my tutor emailed me back saying that i was the first one to hand it in blah blah blah even the person at the reception when i handed in the essay was chuffed. Okay thanks i didn't do it for the pleasure i just had plans but I'm not exactly going to mention that unless i had to.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Afrobeats was on Friday night which is essentially a black night cause they play mainly Afro Beats. Geddit? So yeah i dont know a lot of afrobeats, but my friend loves them and she some how managed to drag force me into going. In all fairness its not like she'd go to a rock concert with me. Im just saying. Luckily i like all kinds of music, and afro beats-beats are quite hard. Yeah anyways, we got there by 11:30 cause it was only £5. Zing, then it was shit for about an hour so we just sat around until it picked up and shuffled on over to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i had work the next day at 8:30am? Yeah well that was part of the other reason i didn't want to go in the first place. I said we should leave at about 1:00am so i could get at least 5hours sleep but then the music got real good and then loads more people showed up and my friend was dancing with this dude and i didnt want to separate them. So we stayed. And stayed. And stayed. Then next thing you know its 3:30am. Thats usually my cut off point in terms of getting to sleep for the night cause by the time you calculate it you wont get into bed for another hour, then id have to be up in two and id rather have no sleep than a taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we went home and we were just chatting then a friend of a friend rang up, just someone that we saw at the club and i had mentioned &amp;nbsp;that i wasnt sleeping too, and decided to turn up. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird night, he decided that he was tired and wanted to sleep. I said bye and pointed to the door but he insisted on sleeping in my bed. I was like, sure whatever its not like i was going to sleep anyways. My friend goes to sleep and im sitting next to him trying to read and keep awake as he's chatting away. He eventually fell asleep for a while as i continued reading. Then i got up 2hours later and got ready for work and kicked him out of the apartment on my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7555571125474324276?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7555571125474324276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-weeks-summary-is-in-order.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7555571125474324276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7555571125474324276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-so-weeks-summary-is-in-order.html' title='Okay so a weeks summary is in order'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7294418961103321980</id><published>2011-10-19T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:52:02.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Me A River and I'll Bottle The Tears</title><content type='html'>So i'm not sure whether or not i've mentioned it before but my older sister is off to Ukraine to study Dentistry. Its a long story to do with Pharmacy, the UK education system and randomness but essentially it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now i've known she's been going for a while now, since about mid August if not earlier, but you know whatever. &amp;nbsp;So yeah i've know shes been going for a while now and i last saw her about a month ago as i went off back to Sheffield. The date of her leaving was only confirmed about last week, and she's going tomorrow. Her laptop is screwed up and its gone for repairs so i cant skype her, though i do speak to her everyday. Not because i miss her but more because she puts up with me and listens to all the random gobbledy gook that comes out of my mouth, she excepts my weird theories and takes them as seriously as i do instead of treating it like a joke which is what a lot of people tend to do when i speak. So yeah anyways i called her tonight just to get a general idea of when she was levaing to morrow and how her packing and stuff was going, then after we finished talking she was like; Okay Bye. Then hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so for those of you who know me, you know that i'm not a big cryer. I only cry when i'm REALLY angry at someone, and considering im quite a jam laid back person is very very rare. So because of this emotional defect i tend to just burst into tears on random occasion. This would be one of them. I called her back and asked her why she was leaving me. I do tend to get a bit dramatic if you hadn't noticed. And i'm sobbing on the phone, then i wailing, then im trying to compose myself cause she's laughing and im inbetween doing both cause i know how&amp;nbsp;ridiculous&amp;nbsp;the situation is. Then it sounds like she's crying, though i'm not sure cause she sounded a bit like a cat and the two of us are between laughter and tears cause that's just how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think its just cause i haven't even gotten to skype her since i've come to uni, because i didn't have internet and then her laptop went away to be fixed, so year. Sad weepy times all around. Thenn i went into the livingroom and cryed on my friends unsuspecting shoulder for about 10seconds before i FINALLY managed to convince myself i was okay, then the tears just stopped. None of that after crying hiccoughy stuff either. I can just turn it off like that. Its weird. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;She's not coming back till next summer either so yeah. Even happier times now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this makes me acting oldest when i get back to London.&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flagspot.net/images/u/ua.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://flagspot.net/images/u/ua.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The titles a bit dramatic but it's what i do best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7294418961103321980?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7294418961103321980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/cry-me-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7294418961103321980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7294418961103321980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry Me A River and I&apos;ll Bottle The Tears'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6167048058648881963</id><published>2011-10-10T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:26:22.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Video</title><content type='html'>New Favourite Advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJgVbWxif7s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJgVbWxif7s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6167048058648881963?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6167048058648881963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6167048058648881963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6167048058648881963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-video.html' title='Random Video'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-73660046037294216</id><published>2011-10-10T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:11:55.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im currently reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeaustengiftshop.co.uk/acatalog/collectorsslg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://www.janeaustengiftshop.co.uk/acatalog/collectorsslg.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is essentially my third take on attemoting to finsh this book and i just thought id let you all know that im doing very well, page 208/453. Chapter 28/50. Though i took off the cover and its just a burgundy hardback and so everyone thinks im sitting around reading the bible. Im not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-73660046037294216?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/73660046037294216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-currently-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/73660046037294216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/73660046037294216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-currently-reading.html' title='Im currently reading'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3322216988806274755</id><published>2011-10-10T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:07:27.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed</title><content type='html'>I get interent on the 14th.&lt;br /&gt;That basically means ive been without internet for 2days short of an exact month.&lt;br /&gt;Ive go so much TV to catch up on, and work to do that means i dont have to spend hours in the library like i am in now.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah besides all of that malarky, i havent done a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen two movies: Abduction and Melancholia. Suffice to say one was absolutly ah-mazing and the other was a laughable dud with potential but poor execution. Im not going to tell you which was which. You can read about it on my movie blog once ive caught up with all my posts, WHICH would have been done by now if not for the whole lack of internet.&lt;br /&gt;Ive also had work on saturday 11:00-6:30 sad times cause theres no time left in the day for yourself cause its right in the middle. Then i went home and couldnt watch Merlin which actually broke my heart slightly, mostly because it was what i was using to keep me going through the day at work when ever someone on the phones was being an incomprehendable docuche. &lt;br /&gt;My flat mate had people over who i think came over to specifically watch X-Factor and she thought Merlin was on a 7:00 but it was at 8:00. Im not a mean person so i let them watch it and sat through the majority before getting my friend to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just spend the night. Me him and two of his friends just chilled at his place listening to music drinking (there was no way i was walking home or allowing him to drive me home drunk)&amp;nbsp;and playing x-box and i filed my nails into a square as apposed to the round claws they usually are, and decked them out with a nice black varnish. All the boys agreed they looked really really good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im in the library (naturally) because since saturday morning ive been feeling really queasy and confused and i read my diary that sai i was in at 9:00, but i thought it was wrong and checked online and i dont know what i was looking at but then it said 10 so i changed it in my diary to 10. I turn up at 10 and theres no one there and it turns out it was 9:00. ARG! I dunno, i dwaddled outside of the room for all of 90seconds before i decided it really wasnt worth it to walk in an hour late with some lame assed excuse, so im here. My next class is at 14:00. And i've triple checked that bitch cause obviously the art of double checking is officially redundant.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah im still feeling out of sorts. I dunno. I dont liek the feeling its like im just waiting to through up or break out in cold and hot sweats and faint all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay im gonna go and work a bit more on my movie blog.&lt;br /&gt;Check It: &lt;a href="http://sometimessubjectivereview.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://sometimessubjectivereview.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3322216988806274755?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3322216988806274755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3322216988806274755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3322216988806274755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4175056121604386094</id><published>2011-09-30T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:05:25.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i mention</title><content type='html'>That we thought we were going to be getting internet yesterday but it turns out all we got was sky. I mean i love sky and its good not to just be watching boxsets, but we were all looking forward to it especially because the router had arrived earlier in the week. It sucks cause we've all got shows to catch up on and essays and research to do.&lt;br /&gt;Apparetly we won be getting internt for another two weeks. That had better be a lie cause i NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;My friends were asking what we used to do before we had internet.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes there was no such time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my other friends are all back and are moving into their place later on today. Whoop. Hmmmm maybe they'll have internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also also also lastly, i got an email about a job interview im supposed to have but never agreed to, i spoke to a woman yesterday and she said she would get back to me but she didnt and next thing you know theres an email telling me i have one today at 10am. Er. Na.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether to holla at them or not, cause the hours they want me to work would be 6:30am to 1pm. The pays good, and its literally a 5minute walk away from where i live, but every saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm im not sure where my desperation level is at at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4175056121604386094?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4175056121604386094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/did-i-mention.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4175056121604386094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4175056121604386094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/did-i-mention.html' title='Did i mention'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5367634740669216692</id><published>2011-09-30T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:59:29.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes and Lectures and Seminars and Such</title><content type='html'>So this week marked the start of my first week of uni. I mean i know i was there last week as well but that was all induction stuff which it turned out i didnt need to even be there for so i could have stayed an extra week at work, ut what ever Trevor, i left in perfect timing and on a high. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So year first week. Well i say week but really my first class&amp;nbsp;was on Wednesday at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Weyhey.&lt;br /&gt;It was a broing lecture where we were just talked at about the presentation we were given to read when we got hme. Then we were shown a safty video type thing that we were going to have to do and complete once we got home again anyways. I think the word wast of time may be used to describe said lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on thursday i had my first 9am seminar, which is a big deal for me considering i had like two last year and i dont think i turned up for half of them. So yeah, 9am. It was okay getting up considering i couldnt actually sleep that night. That and when i finally started to drift off my rail where i keep my clothes broke. It was 5am so from there, there really was no hope of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So my seminar was from 9 till 12 and im not sure if ive used the term Collosal waste of time in a while. No? Well then yeah im going to go with Collosal Waste Of Time. We got given more sheets that the tutor then went and read through on the monitor. Then we got into groups and got given a word and had to write everything thats involved in said word. Such as Ideas and Development or Research. Blahdi Bladi Blah. Oh yeah, also we got told that we have to do a blog as part of the course. Now im not to familiar with blogs so i was sooooo excited. Was my sarcasm evident in that sentence? Good didnt want to under do it.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching as she entered the url for the blog example and all but found a gun to shove in my mouth and blow my brains out as she typed .blogspot.com *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say im not going to make the same mistake as last time and im going to use a different email address to create this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that leads us on to todays Lecture "Approaching Research" is the name of the module. I dont know why i air quoted it [minus the air] but yeah the lecturer we had was some dude that seems uber mellow and as he mad a power point of the shizz we'd be learning as apposed to just reading it staright from the hand out which didnt actually annoy me, and we know how easily annoyed i am. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;As he was reading through the shizz that we were going to be doing this module and some of the electives we'll be able to choose in 2nd and third year i wasthinking to myself. WHOOOOP. Especially cause he mentioned a 1000 word and 2500 word essay all by christmas, and i love essay writing. Also i though that i wouldnt be able to di a dissetation in this couse cause it was never on the website of in the course profile. But im allowed to choose it was an elective in my final year which is epic for me cause its one of those things that ive alwasy wanted to do. Its a University Right of Passage in my eyes. Well if your course allows you to do it. I was mega dissapointed when i thought i wouldnt be able to do it. But i can so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all, we finished the lecture early cause to be fair we werent really learning anything, but i've got a seminar with this dud at 11:30 so imma go and get some air before ive gotta be there.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5367634740669216692?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5367634740669216692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/classes-and-lectures-and-seminars-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5367634740669216692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5367634740669216692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/classes-and-lectures-and-seminars-and.html' title='Classes and Lectures and Seminars and Such'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5137429642008533147</id><published>2011-09-26T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:00:38.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I spent most of last night dragging this lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;for the corpses of all my past mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sell me out - the joke's on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;we are salt - you are the wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;empty another bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and let me tear you to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;this is me wishing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;into the worst situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm the kind of kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;that can't let anything go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;but you wouldn't know a good thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;if it came up and slit your throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5137429642008533147?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5137429642008533147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-is-worst-kind-of-weapon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5137429642008533147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5137429642008533147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart-is-worst-kind-of-weapon.html' title='My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6698990705188524523</id><published>2011-09-26T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:50:46.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns in a Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN5KIujO6rc/ToC32rbT-bI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_l5jDc6pBb0/s1600/Mug+shot-0727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN5KIujO6rc/ToC32rbT-bI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_l5jDc6pBb0/s320/Mug+shot-0727.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0a_WRQPLJg/ToC4Ezjt4BI/AAAAAAAAArA/fsoEUf5XPcc/s1600/Mug+shot-0728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0a_WRQPLJg/ToC4Ezjt4BI/AAAAAAAAArA/fsoEUf5XPcc/s320/Mug+shot-0728.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PmyT5272B8/ToC6ALIRltI/AAAAAAAAArI/bjLfjanp4B0/s1600/Mug+shot-0729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dunnow how they do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6698990705188524523?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6698990705188524523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/clowns-in-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6698990705188524523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6698990705188524523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/clowns-in-car.html' title='Clowns in a Car'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BN5KIujO6rc/ToC32rbT-bI/AAAAAAAAAq8/_l5jDc6pBb0/s72-c/Mug+shot-0727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7253875386858124707</id><published>2011-09-24T15:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:38:18.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldqh65J9lG1qbpxmao1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldqh65J9lG1qbpxmao1_500.png" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2709517986026428401?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2709517986026428401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2709517986026428401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2709517986026428401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5202419594222373624</id><published>2011-09-24T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:08:54.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheffield Hallam University</title><content type='html'>Thats where im at in case you didnt know and im doing Film and Media Production, just starting my first year afeter doing a foundation year.&lt;br /&gt;The foundation year has had both a negative and positive effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;Positive: I know here im going, where everything is and i've been new way to oftn to care about being new or wearing the perfect outfit on the first day blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Negative: See last sentence above. As well as this im not even trying to make friends, i usually put in a smidge of effort but im one of those people thats perfectly happy being alone and doesnt really need people to do things with. But at the same time i'll make an effort cause im not stupid, you cant NOT have friends, and i'll tell you something else as well. Im good at making friends when i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;In this particular case. I was not in the mood. I knew everything that they were tlling me as id dont it all last year and me and the other peole who had been on my course last year were just as whingey that we had to go to this whole bullshit induction week as well. So naturally when it came to going to the ice breaker, i didnt bring a pick axe or gloves. I was so icey that Appolo couldnt melt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i got to the end i warmed up a tad, trading sarcastic comments with a like minded individuals whose name i couldnt rememeber if i had a gun to my head.&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping that the chip i had on my shouldner was just due to the fact that it was induction and i hate things being repeated to me, and that when i go to my first actual real lecture on Wednesday i'll be a little more psyched. I mean heck, im finally starting my actual course. whats not to be happy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I dont have internet, a bed frame, my apartments was unclean when i got there and we're having an argument with the estate agents, i dont have draws a proper wardrobe and i need to find a job because im burning through the cash i do have and due to the unleanliness of the apartment i dont want to cook in the kitchen so im more inclined to buy take out and i snack way more than average and need to join a gym and my eyes feel raped from practicing to put my contact lenses in and out and ive got my 3rd teach on monday and i dont know if i can take the pain and the condesending look on the barbie of a teachers face i have and i have a cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, whats not to be happy about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5202419594222373624?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5202419594222373624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/sheffield-hallam-university.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5202419594222373624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5202419594222373624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/sheffield-hallam-university.html' title='Sheffield Hallam University'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2655233512405853473</id><published>2011-09-24T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:56:05.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in Sheffield Bitch</title><content type='html'>I love this city&lt;br /&gt;do do do do - do do do- do do do do - do do do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be back, i miss work but except for that there was nothing really keeping me in Londo, dont get me wrong i love it there but im the kind of person that just needs to keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah on my first night back i was on the couch cause my bad hadnt arrived yet. Sad times but the couch is well comfy so im not really complaing. So yeah my friend was in France and my other flat mate hadnt moved up yet so i spent the first two nights by myself, with no internt or television. Ghastly i know. Luckily i had my laptop and a buildingly vast collecttion of DVDs and Boxsets to keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend came back from france, she too with no bed so she was on the blow up bed and i was on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;My mattress finally came on thursday by the time my other flatmate had shown up from London but still no bed frame. So she was on a blow up bed, i was on my mattress and my other friend was on the couch. It was like a sleepover except everyone would have prefered the choice of having a sleepover as apposed to having it shoved at us due to the lack of sleeping furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Oy.&lt;br /&gt;Today is saturday and i still dont have a bed frame and my room has gone from looking like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4Y-bzyReGo/Tn3hJYXO7aI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fXffD9fsQTo/s1600/Mug+shot-0711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4Y-bzyReGo/Tn3hJYXO7aI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fXffD9fsQTo/s320/Mug+shot-0711.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLZeG4sXVNk/Tn3hSwsPBCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zx072Z9zya0/s1600/Mug+shot-0715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLZeG4sXVNk/Tn3hSwsPBCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/zx072Z9zya0/s320/Mug+shot-0715.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not a large impovement but ive sent a very angry email to the bed peeps demanding my bed.....They still havent gotten back to me. 24 hour delivery service my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2655233512405853473?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2655233512405853473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-in-sheffield-bitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2655233512405853473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2655233512405853473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-in-sheffield-bitch.html' title='Im in Sheffield Bitch'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4Y-bzyReGo/Tn3hJYXO7aI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fXffD9fsQTo/s72-c/Mug+shot-0711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3102311671209697442</id><published>2011-09-24T14:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:42:00.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin....</title><content type='html'>Okay so ive still got a week to go until i get internet and i really cant wait that long so im going to do a bit of blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so lets cast our minds back to the summer of 2011. I had a truely awesome summer job. I think the fact that i cant tell you where i worked tells you where i worked. Maybe, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Initially i thought it would be difficult especially because i knew nothing about the company i was working for but luckily that didnt matter so much and i just learnt things along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I also think it taught me a bunch of stuff, such as how much im aching to travel the world, hearing and talking to all those customers from austrailia and japan and the US just made me want to jump out from my seat and take a cab to the nearest airport and book a seat on the first plane out of here. But i couldnt so i listened and nodded and put all my force of will into staying in my seat and keeping that jealosu look of contempt off my face. I have to say by the end of the summer i had that look on lock.&lt;br /&gt;As well as the job itself the people i worked with were amazing. I think the only reason i sound so enthusiastic about them is because i never make a habit of getting to know the people that i work with, as in my mind im only there for a while and once all is said and done at the end of the day the likeliness of us ever seeing each other again are slim to none. A bleak outlook i know but its also a very realistic one. &lt;br /&gt;That being said by the end of the summer i have friends that i text on the regular and have plans to go and see and meet up with at their respective places in the UK and outside of.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a bunch of socials, i went to a few like the treasure hunt and pay day drinks and leavers drinks, it was cool cause i finally got to&amp;nbsp;try my whole&amp;nbsp;"Its a friday and ive finished work and im going out for drinks with work mates even though im still in my suit" look. Yes, i know, lets all just aknowledge and move on from the oddities in my personality. Or that is my personality. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrW2n3KOHKg/Tn3d-FYu7gI/AAAAAAAAAqw/K7oxsyP7ZPA/s1600/work+peeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrW2n3KOHKg/Tn3d-FYu7gI/AAAAAAAAAqw/K7oxsyP7ZPA/s640/work+peeps.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Weird, as i went to look for this picture i see ive got an invite to a christmas reunion thing. Good signs all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3102311671209697442?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3102311671209697442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/okay-so-ive-still-got-week-to-go-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3102311671209697442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3102311671209697442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/okay-so-ive-still-got-week-to-go-until.html' title='Summer Lovin....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrW2n3KOHKg/Tn3d-FYu7gI/AAAAAAAAAqw/K7oxsyP7ZPA/s72-c/work+peeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-6983202258618912014</id><published>2011-09-19T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:05:35.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy cyber CIA</title><content type='html'>It still weird mw out that i can be searching for something on Amazon or Play.com or where ever, its even happened when ive been checkingout Irregular choice on Shuch,.&lt;br /&gt;When i go to youtube or anywhere esle that does adverts, then i get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_09vWy07tF8/TndY91IOCLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ekjWTHKLVZ0/s1600/creepy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_09vWy07tF8/TndY91IOCLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ekjWTHKLVZ0/s400/creepy.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dunno if you can see it very well but the Play.com adverts on the side is advertising Veronica Mars. Which i was just searching on their site amongst others like 2mins prior to refreshing the page. I get that its somewhat normal but its damn near creepy borderline psychotic that the internet knows what your doing an can link it up through other mediums etc. You all might think im nuts but when some kind of I Robot shit starts going down dont say i didnt warn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reSqtCe95uQ/TndaNz-CW-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/u1zmDaPOA9U/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reSqtCe95uQ/TndaNz-CW-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/u1zmDaPOA9U/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-6983202258618912014?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6983202258618912014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/creepy-cyber-cia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6983202258618912014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6983202258618912014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/creepy-cyber-cia.html' title='Creepy cyber CIA'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_09vWy07tF8/TndY91IOCLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ekjWTHKLVZ0/s72-c/creepy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5398733548957284278</id><published>2011-09-19T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:54:52.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got loads to catch up on</title><content type='html'>I'll do what i can and to help me along i'll blog draft title them in advance so when i get internet at my flat i can get right on that.&lt;br /&gt;So much to say and so little time to say it in. Jokes this week is shitty induction and those of us who did the Foundation course last year are just so enthusiastic at knowing everything and having it relayed to us all over again you can litterally feel our combined exstaticness vibrating through the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news im in the library...obvs cause of the no internet thing ive got going on at home. And the chick neext to me asked&amp;nbsp;me to quieten down my music cause shes doing a math test, im more than happy to oblige for nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of that im gonna do some internet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Me needs Boxsets and DVD's and....ooh i dunno books maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time my fellow friends of the blogosphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5398733548957284278?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5398733548957284278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/iv-got-loads-to-catch-up-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5398733548957284278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5398733548957284278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/iv-got-loads-to-catch-up-on.html' title='I&apos;ve got loads to catch up on'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-5262977371584779675</id><published>2011-09-14T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:53:58.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twitters not working!</title><content type='html'>*Commence panic attack*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-5262977371584779675?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5262977371584779675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-twitters-not-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5262977371584779675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/5262977371584779675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-twitters-not-working.html' title='My Twitters not working!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7741228014143054422</id><published>2011-09-01T00:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:05:00.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>For &lt;a href="http://inmypjsagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah Rose O'Brien&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 20 today.&lt;br /&gt;She's left teenagerdom behind and is officially old :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, hope you have a wicked awesome day and i will hopefully see you soon, but not soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hgYii53IJs/Tl6ChhGBlCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mLatiRP70xw/s1600/normal+me+and+sez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hgYii53IJs/Tl6ChhGBlCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mLatiRP70xw/s320/normal+me+and+sez.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-7741228014143054422?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7741228014143054422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/special-birthday-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7741228014143054422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/7741228014143054422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/special-birthday-post.html' title='Special Birthday Post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hgYii53IJs/Tl6ChhGBlCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mLatiRP70xw/s72-c/normal+me+and+sez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-2604485469120186595</id><published>2011-08-31T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:47:22.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that all my posts hold some significance</title><content type='html'>But i haven't actually been doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Got paid today and that made me well happs, considering it'll all be gone in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Erm&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i've got 14days left of work, i don't need to actually countdown cause ive got one on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, went slefidges and might by myself some MAC makeup, i say make up which makes it seem like i wanna buy a lot, its&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;just the compress powder? I think its called, and i figure for £20 and the fact that i don't wear the stuff on the regs it ain't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flatoutfabulous.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/388181374_dace3b2492_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://www.flatoutfabulous.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/388181374_dace3b2492_o.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-2604485469120186595?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2604485469120186595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-know-that-all-my-posts-hold-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2604485469120186595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/2604485469120186595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-know-that-all-my-posts-hold-some.html' title='I know that all my posts hold some significance'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-4804777843105478548</id><published>2011-08-31T19:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:39:44.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songonlyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/breakawayasdf4353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://www.songonlyrics.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/breakawayasdf4353.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this album came out a good....*Goes to wikipedia* Jeeeeeze, this came out like a good 7years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well alrighty then, yeah so i know this came out a good 7 years ago but i'm proper loving it, bought the CD a few months ago and finally broke it out a few days ago and i've got a few choice songs going round and round and round in my head so naturally its on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;The first four on the album i already knew and it was like wearing an old familiar pair of jeans when i started singing the lyrics but there were the others that id never heard and i know love.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah check out these two songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_KKxKoPXSc8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2rx20pWkyac" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-4804777843105478548?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4804777843105478548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/loving-kelly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4804777843105478548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/4804777843105478548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/loving-kelly.html' title='Loving Kelly'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_KKxKoPXSc8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-7638261620430204468</id><published>2011-08-29T21:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:38:02.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lzR5n73f30/TlKr8i_PG2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/HnQfxD0xIp0/s1600/Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lzR5n73f30/TlKr8i_PG2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/HnQfxD0xIp0/s400/Capture.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last name by Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;I tweet random lyrics that come into my head, though if i don't put a key note next to it. i.e.: (8)&lt;br /&gt;Then people think im talking about real life.&lt;br /&gt;Though thinking about it now, there is a guy whose last name i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.&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/3889238207557670880-6399315484496768935?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6399315484496768935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-made-my-10000th-tweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6399315484496768935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/6399315484496768935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-made-my-10000th-tweet.html' title='Just made my 10,000th tweet :)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lzR5n73f30/TlKr8i_PG2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/HnQfxD0xIp0/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889238207557670880.post-3421830849079593587</id><published>2011-08-22T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:03:50.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly had this on the brain and started spreading it :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiwDHHcHPh0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiwDHHcHPh0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889238207557670880-3421830849079593587?l=letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3421830849079593587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/randomly-had-this-on-brain-and-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3421830849079593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889238207557670880/posts/default/3421830849079593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsnotbemelodramatic.blogspot.com/2011/08/randomly-had-this-on-brain-and-started.html' title='Randomly had this on the brain and started spreading it :)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980819690673089192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iS70g6ndqk/Ts5OLerqdII/AAAAAAAAAtw/7x2JYgtzYTo/s220/Snapshot_20111124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
