<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722</id><updated>2009-02-22T23:05:33.028Z</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness of Moo...</title><subtitle type='html'>BEWARE - pointless ramblings &amp; musings lie within.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-1732076363332966079</id><published>2007-04-30T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:37:30.440Z</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have moved bloggage - you can now find me here: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;http://pirate-moo.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woot!&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/30732722-1732076363332966079?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/1732076363332966079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=1732076363332966079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/1732076363332966079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/1732076363332966079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-196896088039411546</id><published>2007-04-15T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:26:27.547Z</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ - how rare is your personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&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/30732722-196896088039411546?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/196896088039411546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=196896088039411546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/196896088039411546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/196896088039411546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiz-how-rare-is-your-personality.html' title='QUIZ - how rare is your personality?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-2798641708596815681</id><published>2007-02-08T00:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:23:55.620Z</updated><title type='text'>My Pirate Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position:relative; border-width:1px; border-color:332200; border-style: solid; background-color:c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:332200;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mad Prudentilla Flint    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:332200;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-2798641708596815681?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/2798641708596815681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=2798641708596815681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/2798641708596815681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/2798641708596815681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-pirate-name.html' title='My Pirate Name'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-6052619833888426170</id><published>2007-01-23T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:43:34.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch up, catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hmm, not been updating this as much as I should - naughty Moo. Tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;AH yes, I knew there was something I was forgetting - graduation! It was all quite exciting, getting our gowns sorted etc - I felt like I should be at Hogwarts! The hat ruined it tho - bleh. Thankfully the ceremony went quite quickly, and it was quite satisfying to see that Jane was wearing an outfit even more ridiculous than ours - Alex said she looked like a pirate! Not a cool one tho, a nerdy one imo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1190582.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Grad07/?action=view&amp;current=P1190582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 503px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Grad07/P1190582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So anyway, I was glad to get it out of the way to be honest; I an finally forget about uni. I can't believe uni still had a hold on me and was causing me stress even though I left 8 months ago! Oh, and I never payed my £30 library fine, so NERRRR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I stayed in Derby for a few days before the actual graduaton - me &amp; Bean stayed at a random B&amp;amp;B on the outskirts. It was a bit yellow, and there were odd noises in the night :-/ And the mattresses were those awful spring filled ones; probably the landlord's family's cast-offs... *shudder* And as for the duvets... they werent even duvets!! Well, they were trying to be, but they were only an inch thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Aaany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;hoo, the Book Cafe was of course visited, where a good few members of the Tea Appreciation Society were reunited, catching up for lost tea drinkage. Ah, I long for the day when every member gathers in the same tea drinking establishment. One day, one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="19591633_l.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Grad07/?action=view&amp;current=19591633_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 442px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Grad07/19591633_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;What else, what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Been a lot on the news over the last few days about that ship that's stranded off the Devon coats - the effect on the environment could be devastating, and apparently may take 10 YEARS to sort... As for the looters - I know it's awful that some of it is actually peoples personal belongings, but all that commercial snuff just floating around - you'd never have to buy shampoo again! There's something oddly primal about looting - almost instinctive perhaps. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Enough randomness, I'm suddenly bored. *wanders off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-6052619833888426170?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/6052619833888426170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=6052619833888426170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6052619833888426170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6052619833888426170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2007/01/catch-up-catch-up.html' title='Catch up, catch up...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-4143389211804266157</id><published>2007-01-09T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:45:11.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Arg, mega neglectamentation of the bloggage!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh well, I'd better try and recall the last few weeks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I had SUCH an amazing time in Cornwall! St Ives was exactly as I imagined it to be, it was simply stunning. I've always loved the sea, but this was something else... I walked on the beach and I wanted to cry it was so beautiful! (haha that makes me sound like such a loser!) I'd love to live there actually... it's one place I think I could stay for a decent amount of time. Usually I cant stay in one place so long - that's why I almost had a breakdown at uni!! But I could really see myself living in st Ives. Everyone is so friendly! And the air's so fresh; I need fresh air. The B&amp;B as basic but nice, and the owners friendly, if a little odd. LOADS of lovely shops... though nowhere in St Ives could I buy a CD walkman... hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;On the Thursday I met Dicky and Jess (yay!) but I had been loitering on the wrong beach LOL! Ah, the tardness of me. We had a lovely day of tea &amp; hot chocolate drinkage, and general wandering about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PC210500.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC210500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/PC210500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Arg, vagueness... it's all getting a bit hazy now; I should have written it down straightaway! Oh well, the few people who read this I've already told, so it doesn't really matter. Ah yes, perhaps it was not the brightest of ideas, but we attempted to climb Zennor Hill  (because Martha Tilston sings a lovely song about it!) Anyway, it is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;larger and steeper than it looks... I swear I lost about a stone in weight! But we got about 3/4 of the way up, which isn't too bad lol! Oh and on the way back down we managed to lose what little path there was! Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PC210513.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/?action=view&amp;current=PC210513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/PC210513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;High on Zennor Hill!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="PC210490.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/St%20Ives/?action=view&amp;current=PC210490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 504px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/St%20Ives/PC210490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pretty seaside town :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PC200444.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/?action=view&amp;current=PC200444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/PC200444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PC200437.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PC200437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/PC200437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="PC220525.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/?action=view&amp;current=PC220525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/AAAAA/PC220525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyhoo, all in all it was an amazing few days, and just what I needed. But I wanna go back!!! I still have sand and bracken in my boots. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-4143389211804266157?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/4143389211804266157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=4143389211804266157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/4143389211804266157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/4143389211804266157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2007/01/arg-mega-neglectamentation-of-bloggage.html' title='Arg, mega neglectamentation of the bloggage!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-3668985839517823147</id><published>2006-12-16T14:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:20:08.507Z</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ: What Kind of Soul Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Traveler Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/traveler-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for you to make personal commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&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/30732722-3668985839517823147?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/3668985839517823147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=3668985839517823147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/3668985839517823147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/3668985839517823147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiz-what-kind-of-soul-are-you.html' title='QUIZ: What Kind of Soul Are You?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-1884472400211529922</id><published>2006-12-04T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:22:49.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Randomness, sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="BHuffman-magickingdom.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Pictures/?action=view&amp;current=BHuffman-magickingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 410px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Pictures/BHuffman-magickingdom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends! I can always rely on them to be random (does that even make sense!?) and cheer me up, whether it's intentional or they're just being their odd selves, and that's why I love them. EVERY one of them!! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&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/30732722-1884472400211529922?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/1884472400211529922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=1884472400211529922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/1884472400211529922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/1884472400211529922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-friends-i-can-always-rely-on.html' title='Randomness, sorry!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-6356447919961716746</id><published>2006-12-02T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:42:30.798Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just got back from meeting an old school friend who I hadnt seen for ages. I'd thought 'Yeah, I'll have a really good day not bothering about anything else for once' so got a lift down to Preston from my dad, &amp; did have a good day. So, got the last bus home &amp;amp; got back about 11.40pm, and thought I'd just give my gran a ring, and turns out she'd been worried all day and feeling lonely cos nobody had visited her. I mean, my dad &amp; brother hadnt even thought of going round. I go round nearly EVERY DAY and thought I'd have one day doing somthing else, stupidly assuming that they would take the initiative to go round. My gran is always asking about my brother and wants to see him, but as he's at school all week she only sees him at weekends, when he doesnt even talk anyway, he just sits there. I dont even know who Im suppposed to be annoyed at; my gran cant help feeling lonely I guess, but she cant even see how much of a bind it is for me, and my bro could TRY and make an effort, and my dad could actually think of going round and visiting. I cant do anything without telling everyone where I'm going and what I'm doing and tell them what to do when I'm not there. I dont want to have to do this at my age! I didnt ASK for this responsibility. I didnt ASK for the job of phoning my gran every night, I just got stuck with it as it used to be my mums job. I want to go and do whatever I want and not haev people depending on me. And how about how I feel? Does anybody actually care that I do actually get lonely?? Just because I dont go round telling everyone about it doesnt mean I'm always ok. And I dont want people around me all the time - it's nothing to do with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I keep thinking its ok, but I cant wait to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-6356447919961716746?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/6356447919961716746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=6356447919961716746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6356447919961716746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6356447919961716746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-got-back-from-meeting-old-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-6285850883453480829</id><published>2006-11-30T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:57:35.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay n stuff!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I haven't updated this properly for ages, and lots of cool things have happened over the last few days that I should've written about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;All this week I've been trying to stick to the Cabbage Soup diet, which consists of eating cabbage soup (strangely enough) every day, along with loads of veg, fruit, and on 2 days fish and chicken. The day when I could only eat vegetables &amp; the soup was really crap, cos I hate veg. Well, I like it with other things, like roast dinner or whatever, but I have a really sweeet tooth, and I honestly would prefer to eat cake all the time; not cos I'm greedy, but I just prefer sweet things! (If that makes sense...?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I tried to bake an onion, but it wasn't cooked properly and I felt sick for ages! *shudders* And I put too much garlic in the soup that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The diet itself was quite hard, but once I start something, I do tend to stick to it - it's just the starting it that's hard. Anyhoo, I did it, and I lost - wait for it - 12lbs!!!!! In a week!! That's nearly a stone! WOOHOO!!! *does a (much lighter) jig of triumph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooh ooh, Richard sent me copies of like, a million CDs in the post this morning - yay! I'll list them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Fairport Convention -&lt;/span&gt; Liege and Lief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Karine Polwart -&lt;/span&gt; Faultlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Martha Tilston -&lt;/span&gt; Rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sandy Denny -&lt;/span&gt; The Anthology (disks 1 &amp; 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sandy Denny -&lt;/span&gt; Sandy Denny Box Set disk 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ushna -&lt;/span&gt; Brew it Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Rachel Unthank and the Winterset -&lt;/span&gt; Cruel Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Emiliana Torrini -&lt;/span&gt; Fishermans Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Alex Parks -&lt;/span&gt; Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Kate Rusby -&lt;/span&gt; Underneath the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Kate Rusby -&lt;/span&gt; Hourglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Eliza Carthy -&lt;/span&gt; Eliza Carthy and the Kings of Calicutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Eliza Carthy -&lt;/span&gt; Anglicana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Phew!! So, that's a good few hours of amazing music to listen to! Woohoo!! (Thanks Dicky! :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aaaand I won a red velvet Laura Ashley armchair on Ebay, which I'm going to get as an Xmas prezzie! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="2500_1_b.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Random/?action=view&amp;current=2500_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Random/2500_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh and some people from the Lake District were on Ready Steady Cook, and one of them brought in some Garstang Blue cheese in their ingredients bag! Woot!! So, umm, I was quite excited about that for a few minutes... er, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And one last thing; the second part of Ham's bday present FINALLY arrived today from Ebay, so I can post it at last! (Sorry for the delay Hamcsh! xXx)&lt;/span&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/30732722-6285850883453480829?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/6285850883453480829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=6285850883453480829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6285850883453480829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/6285850883453480829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-n-stuff.html' title='Yay n stuff!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-3323218618778753873</id><published>2006-11-26T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:16:57.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Moment.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="cf1fe9f1.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;current=cf1fe9f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/cf1fe9f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Minature Disasters&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; I don't want to be second best  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want to stand in line  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want to fall behind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want to get caught out  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want to do without  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And the lesson I must learn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Is that I've got to wait my turn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Looks like I got to be hot and cold  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I got to be taught and told  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Got to be good as gold  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But perfectly honest  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I think it would be good for me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Coz it's a hindrance to my health  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm a stranger to myself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Miniature disasters and minor catastrophies  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Bring me to my knees  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I must be my own master  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Or a miniature disaster will be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It will be the death of me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't have to raise my voice  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't have to be underhand  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Just got to understand  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That it's gonna be up and down  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's gonna be lost and found  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I can't take to the sky  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Before I like it on the ground  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And i need to be patient  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And i need to be brave  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Need to discover  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How i need to behave  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I'll find out the answers  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;When i know what to ask  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But i speak a different language  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And everybody's talking too fast  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Miniature disasters and minor catastrophies  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Bring me to my knees  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I must be my own master  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;or a miniature disaster will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've got to run a little faster  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Or a miniature disaster will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I need to know I'll last if a little  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Miniature disaster hits me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It could be the death of me&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/30732722-3323218618778753873?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/3323218618778753873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=3323218618778753873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/3323218618778753873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/3323218618778753873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-of-moment_26.html' title='Song of the Moment.....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-7994944352418230270</id><published>2006-11-26T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:30:01.776Z</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If only I could read people's minds... hmm..... *ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="f409bfeb.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f409bfeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/f409bfeb.jpg" border="0" /&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/30732722-7994944352418230270?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/7994944352418230270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=7994944352418230270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/7994944352418230270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/7994944352418230270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116337969231763165</id><published>2006-11-13T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:13.173Z</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yay, had my hair cut!! It's much nicer now - being shorter has made it bouncier &amp; wavier. This isn't the best photo, as it was taken on my camera phone. And WTF is wrong with my teeth?!? It looks like I'm wearing those novely plastic vampire teeth! - terrifying!! :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/3302/1600/media2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/3302/320/media2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116337969231763165?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116337969231763165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116337969231763165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116337969231763165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116337969231763165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116293140445427401</id><published>2006-11-07T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:12.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;What is it about the mandolin that makes it so scrummy?? Ahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116293140445427401?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116293140445427401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116293140445427401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116293140445427401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116293140445427401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116267132191104554</id><published>2006-11-04T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:12.108Z</updated><title type='text'>On second thoughts...</title><content type='html'>...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a title="water19.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/?action=view&amp;amp;current=water19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/water19.jpg" border="0" /&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/30732722-116267132191104554?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116267132191104554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116267132191104554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116267132191104554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116267132191104554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-second-thoughts.html' title='On second thoughts...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116238608135176868</id><published>2006-11-01T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:11.766Z</updated><title type='text'>2nd post of the day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Song of the Moment.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="waterhouseP2.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/?action=view&amp;current=waterhouseP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/waterhouseP2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The Blacksmith&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Steeleye Span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blacksmith courted me nine months and better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I were with my love, I would live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh where has my love gone with his cheeks like roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is gone across the sea gathering primroses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm afraid the shining sun might burn and scorch his beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I were with my love I would do my duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange news is a-come to town, strange news is carried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange news flies up and down that my love is married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh I wish them both much joy, though they don't hear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I were with my love I'd do my duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What did you promise me when you lay beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You said you'd marry me and not deny me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I said I'd marry you twas only to try you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bring your witness love and I'll not deny you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, witness I have none, save God Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And may he reward you well for the slighting of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her lips grew pale and wan; it made her poor heart tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For to think she had loved one, and he proved deceitful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blacksmith courted me nine months and better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I were with my love, I would live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116238608135176868?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116238608135176868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116238608135176868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116238608135176868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116238608135176868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/2nd-post-of-day.html' title='2nd post of the day.....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116238578586877442</id><published>2006-11-01T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:11.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="waterhouse-1.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/?action=view&amp;current=waterhouse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/waterhouse-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hmm, I had a strange revelation yesterday - I was feeling particularily odd, and was having one of those moments where all your reservations and hesitations disappear, and you wonder why you had them in the first place. I was particularly aware that I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and not anyone else, and that I was completely responsible for myself and my actions, and what I choose to do/not to do. And actually, that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;do anything (within reason, obviously) and there's nothing to say that it's fated to go one way or the other. It was a strange feeling, but weirdly liberating, and gave me a little hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That made me think about something else I've been thinking about over the last couple of days. I haven't spoken to someone in a while, and when I do, I'm scared of what I might say. I might not be able to hold back, and anyway, is there really a point in holding things back, however small, and whether they're good or bad? I mean, it's good to be wary I guess, but what if something happened to you or the other person? Then they'd never know. I wonder if there's any point beating about the bush (ha ha I love that expression - wanted to use it for ages! Erm.) or whether I should just risk it. Not that I'd have any choice if I still feel like I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a strange knot of emotion inside me (not quite sure what emotion tho; it keeps changing. One minute I'm laughing for no reason, then suddenly I want to cry.) I need somewhere to direct it, cos it's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116238578586877442?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116238578586877442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116238578586877442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116238578586877442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116238578586877442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/11/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116206877675092306</id><published>2006-10-28T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:11.421Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Moment.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CornishCoast.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/?action=view&amp;current=CornishCoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 368px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/CornishCoast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Life for Rent&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I haven't ever really found a place that I call home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I apologize that once again I'm not in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But if my life is for rent, and I don't learn to buy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've always thought  that I would love to live by the sea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;To travel the world alone  and live more simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But if my life is for rent, and I don't learn to buy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;While I'm so afraid to fail so I won't even try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well how can I say I'm alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But if my life is for rent, and I don't learn to buy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116206877675092306?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116206877675092306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116206877675092306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116206877675092306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116206877675092306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-of-moment.html' title='Song of the Moment.....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116199468177157246</id><published>2006-10-27T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:11.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="shalott7.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/?action=view&amp;current=shalott7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Art/shalott7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me at the moment. I'm feeling really emotional, and the slightest thing is making me tearful. I was watching Emmerdale (ok, I admit it! I like Emmerdale!! Happy now?!?) and some guy said something nice to his girlfriend, and I nearly burst into tears! I only didn't cos I was at my gran's, &amp; I hate crying in front of people. Only a couple of people have seen me cry actually, and that was several years ago. And I think one of the times I was drunk; that's why I hardly drink now. Anyway, as I was saying, my emotions are really near the surface, and I feel like if I could just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; cry then I'd feel better... but I'm not sure what I'd be crying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I used to like this time of year, there's something really special about this part of the year... almost mystical, and a time for sadness and reflection and resting, but now it's just making me  feel depressed, and I'm scared if I get into that state I won't get out of it again. I used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the sadness, and sitting around listening to sad songs &amp; moping about - there's something really self indulgent about it, and okay, probably quite selfish too. ...but this year I realised I didn't need it any more. Though I think I'm so used to feeling like that, that it's become a sort of habit, and feels safe. I thought I'd avoid feeling like this this year, after having a good year generally, but the melancholy's back and I cant seem to shake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;This year was the first year in ages that I actually felt genuinely happy and positive about the future. I'd worked out what I wanted to do, after years of just doing art because I was good at it, but I had never thought whether I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;to. People just assumed I must do, as I was good at it. Which is fair enough I suppose, and a logical conclusion, but it meant I didn't really have a say in the matter, and what's more, I didn't realise that! If I had then it may have been different. Or maybe not, I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So anyway, for some reason it always had to be art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;music, and I think I made the wrong choice... I should've kept art as a hobby and concentrated on music. Not that I'd change it if I could go back, knowing who and what I know now; if I hadn't studied Illustration at Derby then I would never have met so many wonderful people, and that includes my online friends too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past year was just spent waiting for uni to be over so I could concentrate on music again, and though uni was tedious, I felt brilliant just knowing what I wanted to do at last! I'd done really well convincing myself I could do anything (well, within reason. Mostly anyway...) and I really did believe that if I tried hard enough, had enough confidence (which I was well on the way to getting) and made the right contacts, with a little bit of luck thrown in, then I could succeed in what I want to do. I had so much hope and enthusiasm (dunno where it came from!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Everything was inspiring me, and I wasn't bothered about things anymore. I'd not much liked summertime before, but this year everything was made better because I felt so confident about things. But now... I don't know what's happened - I know I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;feel different, as Bean said, but I need to feel different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;. It's crippling, this feeling; I can't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116199468177157246?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116199468177157246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116199468177157246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116199468177157246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116199468177157246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116194202382601020</id><published>2006-10-27T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.967Z</updated><title type='text'>I met Steve Knightley!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Woohoo! I finally met Steve Knightley, my hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="pic.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Me/?action=view&amp;current=pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Me/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok so he looks a little confused... and I look like I'm about to collapse and die, but still!! Weyyyyy! *boogies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Erm, yes, that'll be all for now *goes away &amp; faints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116194202382601020?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116194202382601020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116194202382601020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116194202382601020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116194202382601020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-met-steve-knightley.html' title='I met Steve Knightley!!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116163558069333785</id><published>2006-10-23T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="406bb94b.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;current=406bb94b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/406bb94b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally understand how people can get to a certain age, having not done anything they wanted to do, and be completely bored and unsatisfied with their life. It was never meant to be that way, but somehow it just turned out like that, and for whatever reason, your real goals aren't an option any more,or you dont believe you can achieve them any more etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I guess this is because in order to do everything you always wanted to do, ultimately you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;to be selfish, or at least act in a way &amp; make decisions which will make it seem that way to others. So, either you can be completely selfless and think about other people and their feelings, which feels like the right thing to do, but might leave you completely stuck and kind of second best to yourself (which seems completely wrong.) It may make you feel good about yourself to do things for other people, but might get you nowhere in the end, having always thought that you 'big break' or whatever would come later, and be more deserved because you put on hold the things you wanted for yourself.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The other option is: you can concentrate solely on yourself, maybe still with other people in mind, but choosing to do things or devote your time to things that in the end might leave others worse off. Not worse off in a huge way, but it's possible to end up thinking like: 'If only I'd done that for them, or waited a while longer to do this then it might have been better for them...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; And also, there might be guilt that you didn't do enough, or even the possible resentment if you give up too much of your time and do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;much. Somehow it doesn't seem possible to just balance the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not saying having a family/partner/kids etc in any way is always a burden (it might not even be family, could be friends, or any other situation in which you feel obliged to put others first or simply forget about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;needs for a while), but I think with a family you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to be selfless, which leads to what I said before. This brings me to relationships in general: as I was saying to Bean last night, if I ever got married (or was in any type of potentially long term relationship) whoever I was with would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to feel the same way as me, and not mind if I went off and did my own thing all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; I mean, I think it's a bit unlikely to be honest... sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Maybe I'm just scared of commitment... I can't stand to be tied down, the same way I hate planning things! And routine!! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Even with making a living; you could concentrate on earning money, which would (perhaps for most people, not for all, obv) play a big part in your general happiness, but might mean you sacrifice your dreams (cheeeeese!!!) or don't fully enjoy your career; or on the other hand you could take a huge chance and embark on a career that probably wont bring you loads of money, but in which you would be much happier. Though the lack of money might counter that, and make you unhappy! Arg!! Why does it have to be so complicated ?! *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-116163558069333785?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116163558069333785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116163558069333785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116163558069333785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116163558069333785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-116014059729255463</id><published>2006-10-06T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.625Z</updated><title type='text'>AT LAST!!!!! *boogie*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Does anyone remember the amazingly fantastic TV series Maid Marian &amp; her Merry Men? It ran quite a few years, from 1989 (which I didn't see first time round) until about 1993 I think, and was then and always will be the best kids program &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;! Er, anyway, what was my point? Ah YES!! After literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;of waiting for it to be brought out on video (yes, video - not DVD - that's how long I've been waiting!!) series 1 &amp; 2 are now out on DVD! And series 3 is out at the end of this month! All of which I've ordered already, obviously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, but the highlight of my day has been finding a photo of Much the Mini Mart Manager's son!! (from the Maid Marian Christmas special!) LOL! I've been completely in love with him since I was 8 years old... Here he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="much.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;current=much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/much.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ahh, isn't he gorgeous?? *swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Er, anyway, instead of working as I'm supposed to, I've wasted the morning looking for more pictures from the show; here are a few classic ones. Some are slightly disturbing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="maidmarian_1.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;current=maidmarian_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/maidmarian_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="protectedimhhage.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;amp;current=protectedimhhage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/protectedimhhage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="raining_forks.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;current=raining_forks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 448px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/raining_forks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="image012.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;current=image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 447px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="bazrob4.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/?action=view&amp;current=bazrob4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/MaidMarian/bazrob4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That's enough for now, methinks. I'd better get on with some work, before I go completely insane... I'm sure more pics will creep into my blogs from time to time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/30732722-116014059729255463?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/116014059729255463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=116014059729255463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116014059729255463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/116014059729255463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-last-boogie.html' title='AT LAST!!!!! *boogie*'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-115983038174192966</id><published>2006-10-02T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Folk on a Boat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="b1a.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Random/?action=view&amp;current=b1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Random/b1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OMG, was just talking to Rich T about canal boats (my dad said he might get one one day for holidays, &amp; I could rent it off him &amp;amp; live on it most of the year! Though it may just be an excuse to get rid of me; he's even started buying me Canal Boat magazine...) when he had the amazing idea that we could turn it in to a floating folk club, and have Folk on a Boat as the name!! HOW  hilarious &amp; amazing would that be?! Bwahahahaa!! Just floating and playing and singing all day long! Would be like a never ending gig! LOL!! I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to write it down 'cos it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;a cool idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Ahhh, living on a boat would mean I'd never have to decide whereabouts in the country to live, 'cos I love all of England &amp; I'm not looking forward to choosing one part of the country in which to live... anyhoo, a boat would solve that, &amp;amp; although I'd probably be based in a marina near here, I could travel anywhere &amp; visit all my friends whenever I wanted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ahhhh... *daydreams* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And for protection I'd have a gorgeous German Shepherd (as in the dog, not some random burly hill  dwelling boy. Although on second thoughts...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Toby was really dumb today; we went for a really long walk down the canal, and he was doing a wee near the edge of the bank, when it crumbled, and his bottom fell in!! Derrrrrrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Not his front feet; just his bottom! I glanced at him &amp; I almost knew it was going to happen, then I just heard a *ploop* and then there was a silly doggy with a very soggy bottom! He scrambled out, and walked off with his chin in the air like "I'm fine! I didn't just do that!!" What a stoopid dawgy. Awww!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="mee.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Me/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Me/mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30732722-115983038174192966?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/115983038174192966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=115983038174192966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115983038174192966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115983038174192966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/folk-on-boat.html' title='Folk on a Boat!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-115971931781771649</id><published>2006-10-01T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Woo! I'm rich!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay, not really, but after a summer of literally not having ANY money, a cheque for £509.10 is an extremely welcome thing. And it is quite an easy job, listing things on Ebay... boring at times, but the convenience &amp; relative easiness makes up for that. Plus, I get to go shopping!! As a job! Now, in my opinion, you can't get much better than that LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="abb.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/?action=view&amp;current=abb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/abb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ooh ooh, the Kate Rusby gig was AMAZING!! It definately lived up to my expectations... and has really inspired and motivated me to get on with things, especially as she never had 'proper' guitar lessons, and actually made up loads of the chords she used! Plus, she played violin when she was at primary school, but gave up 'cos she found the music she had to follow uninspiring and restrictive (sound familiar?! Hmm!) &amp; didn't understand why there were such strict rules to playing, like the bow going up or down at certain times, &amp;amp; it was 'wrong' if you didn't follow it...  Anyway, she's really lovely and really funny - and I bought her songbook! Yay!! Which incidentally, has a traditional song I love song called The Female Drummer, which I really wanted to be able to play, so now I have the chords n stuff for it! I didn't even know she had sung that song, so that was a stroke of luck! Tho now if I sing it it's gonna seem like it's cos she did... but I loved it before!! Meh, oh well! I really wanted the book signed, but she didn't appear for some reason after the gig... oh well, next time! All in all twas a very good evening, and I will def go to more of her gigs. Yesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*adds Kate Rusby to stalkage list*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-115971931781771649?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/115971931781771649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=115971931781771649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115971931781771649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115971931781771649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/10/woo-im-rich.html' title='Woo! I&apos;m rich!!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-115931062276865486</id><published>2006-09-26T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:10.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Another productive day..... or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="0a92daf0.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;current=0a92daf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/0a92daf0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="6c5e9efa.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;current=6c5e9efa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, I didn't get any work done today; I spent all day rushing around, being out and about, but I somehow didn't actually get anything done... how does that happen?? Grr. Anyway, that means I'll havta do twice as much tomorrow. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ah yes! I sent the invoice off for the social services commission yesterday! So, £500 should be winging its way to me shortly... I'm SO not letting it all go towards bills. I might treat myself. I really want a new violin actually; mine seems to have gone a bit wonky... hmm, I might have a browse, yesh yesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I was walking Toby in the school grounds today, and I nearly trod on a headless pigeon! Wah!! Actually, there's something very strange about one of the ponds over there; on the top playing field, there's a kind of copse round the edge, and in the middle of that there's an overgrown pond with really steep banks so you cant see the edge til you stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; at the edge, and there's a huge oak tree by the side of it. I've never been right down to the pond as it feels like here's something not quite right about it... I don't know what it is, but I always hurry past it (I walk the circuit of the field with Toby) and it feels like I'm being watched. Though at the same time I'm weirdly drawn to it - I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to walk past it - but I can't help it. It's been that way since I was a kid, but I've never quite dared to go right down to the edge. I've seen eagles circling there, which is quite unusual, and a week or so ago I saw something huge and bird-like with white &amp; grey feathers out of the corner of my eye. It flew behind the tree so I didn't see it properly, but then there was a commotion in the cow field beside the playing field, and loads of feathers fell. I was a bit scared but I went over and peered under the hedge (it's quite high and dense) but something flapped in the long grass so I ran away! I collected a few of the feathers - they're huge. Anyway, it feels kind of dangerous but peaceful, and all the rabbits &amp;amp; squirrels &amp; hedgehogs &amp;amp; things seem to gather there and sit round the edge of the pond - I've even seen woodpeckers there, and like I said, eagles. I heard them again the other day too. Oh yeah, anyway - I mentioned the dead pigeon, but the day before that I found the leg of a bird, and a couple of days before, a really 'neat' half a rabbit! *shudders* Probably just foxes or something, but I was a bit freaked out, and why did it just take the pigeon's head?! Oo er! LOL!! Anyhoo, that was all a bit exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ooh, I've just remembered: I'm going to a Kate Rusby gig for the first time on Saturday! Yay!!! She be purdy n talented n spiffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This is her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a title="aaaaakate.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaaaakate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Other/aaaaakate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30732722-115931062276865486?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/115931062276865486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=115931062276865486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115931062276865486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115931062276865486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-productive-day-or-not.html' title='Another productive day..... or not.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30732722.post-115922831474358177</id><published>2006-09-25T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:49:09.913Z</updated><title type='text'>*blank stare*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a title="92ed3ac2.jpg" href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/?action=view&amp;current=92ed3ac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f114/MeelyMoo/Fantasy/92ed3ac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Now what was I going to type? I cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I think it was going to be in a mild rant sort of vein... oh well. It will be anyway, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I've been really exhausted lately, but I can't make myself go to bed early or even just do less; I have to be doing something all the time. I don't even watch TV anymore! Well, not that I ever did watch much. Just Waking the Dead, Midsomer Murders, Miss Marple, Sea of Souls &amp; Afterlife, and even they're not all on at the same time of year as each other. Any of you who have never watched any of those, find out when they are on and WATCH THEM! I have 2 episodes of  Midsomer Murders, 2 episodes of Afterlife, second half of Blackbeard, and Folk Britannia on video waiting for me to watch them! Er, anyhoo, I'm getting sidetracked again. Which isn't that hard to do really. What was I saying... ah yes; I really have no time anymore somehow! Even my obsession with MySpace is waning due to non-usage! GASP!! Actually, that's probably a good thing come to think of it. And the people who matter I have email addresses for, so MySpace isn't essential any more anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, what've I been upto this week? Well, last week as well actually. Like I said; I don't seem to have any time whatsoever for anything interesting... I've finally started selling on Ebay again (I'll post a link when I officially open my shop) so hopefully it won't be long before I have money again. Though for the most part it'll go towards paying off my debts *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I get up most days at 8.30am, cos if I leave it any later, eg if I get up at 9.30 or 10am, Toby has recovered after his 7am walk with my dad, and wants another walk as soon as I get up, whereas if I get up earlier, I can fit in a couple of hours of work or whetever while Toby's sleeping off his morning exercise. So, I take him for a walk between 10-12am, which takes about an hour, then I have lunch, do some more work, take Toby out again at 2pm, do some more work, cycle to my grans at 5pm maybe, cycle back a couple of hours later, then more Ebay-ness! It may not sound like much, but it is. Oh, AND I've been clearing the whole house room by room since about mid August - the house is a tip, literally... none of you will actually be able ot imagine how bad it was... it looks like a someone ransacked a charity shop, and then added the contents of a skip for good measure. Anyway, it's not too bad now, but I refuse to go in the out-house (which is now joined onto the house cos of the conservatory) because of the amount of slugs &amp; things... *shudders* I mean, I'm not squeamish, but slugs are the most repulsive thigs in the world, and make me want to puke. I don't mind spiders, which is just as well really; I found at least 20 huge wolf spiders in the conservatory over the course of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Aha yes! I found my Steeleye Span CD today! I'd forgotten how good it was!! "With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever, and if I was with my love, I'd live forever!" *sings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyway, that's enough pointless rambling for one night; there's lots more I could write but I'll save it for another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Night night x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30732722-115922831474358177?l=girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/feeds/115922831474358177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30732722&amp;postID=115922831474358177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115922831474358177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30732722/posts/default/115922831474358177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-from-the-north.blogspot.com/2006/09/blank-stare.html' title='*blank stare*'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789764105300976368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18192358332692952759'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>