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I will post the picture of the pirate shop soon, but my camera is upstairs in my room and so next time I upload pictures to the computer I'll make sure to get the pirate shop. Since August: &lt;br /&gt;HS = AWESOME! Best one yet. &lt;br /&gt;Applying for foundation art: Arrgh!&lt;br /&gt;Creating a portfolio: Arrgh!&lt;br /&gt;Interview at Epsom for foundation art: went pretty damn well (I hope - I get the results in a couple of weeks' time). &lt;br /&gt;Seeing BTTF at the cinema: AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten more and more excited for Tron: Legacy the closer it gets to the 17th of December.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Harry Potter today, not because I wanted to (I actually didn't) but because it's sort of an OCD thing - I've seen the rest so I had to see this one. Like the others, not brilliant but it kept me entertained (there was a Tron: Legacy trailer at the beginning! Yay!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently I have been watching the new Walking Dead TV show and I have to say that it's really good. I don't actually watch that much TV, so I can't be all "it's the best TV show I've seen in a long while", plus that would be a lie as I have recently watched Firefly (but I still have about 15 minutes of the last episode to watch (grr Megavideo...)) but that's what I would like to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also recently started playing on RE4 a lot. I decided to give it a go the other day (the first time I played (a year or two ago) I completely failed as I ran out of ammo and didn't look round for more) and actually managed to get somewhere, and found lots of ammo. I also did a rather cool thing the other day (it's probably not that awesome, but it made me happy) - a ganado lurched at me and was just about to grab me when I blew his head off - I was all "yeahhhh!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6341891309925005828?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6341891309925005828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6341891309925005828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6341891309925005828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6341891309925005828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/11/zombies-and-not-zombies.html' title='Zombies and not-zombies!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3975942735670849256</id><published>2010-08-14T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:59:32.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In St. Tropez...</title><content type='html'>THEY HAVE A PIRATE SWEETSHOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a picture when I get round to uploading my photos. Which will be in over a week's time, since I'm going up to York for more crazy Quakerness tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3975942735670849256?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3975942735670849256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3975942735670849256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3975942735670849256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3975942735670849256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-st-tropez.html' title='In St. Tropez...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-434020934515563630</id><published>2010-06-12T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:54:49.390+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>It's odd...</title><content type='html'>having all this freedom and not having to revise. I can read! I can draw! It's fantastic, it really is. I did a drawing in ink today; there's just something so fun about dip pens and ink. Probably due to the fact if you make a mistake you can't change it (unless you sketch it out in pencil first, which I did do) and it's really quick unlike painting with acrylic paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who's been good; last week's episode was different and I really liked it, but I cannot find my Amy Pond love. I just don't like her. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I said in a previous post that I needed to get into Marvel sometime? Mission accomplished. I have now watched Spiderman and Spiderman 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is rather random, but in exams they say you're not allowed iPods or MP3 players. I'm sorry, I thought iPods WERE MP3 players. What makes them so special that they get their own category? They weren't the first MP3 players nor are they the best./rant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-434020934515563630?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/434020934515563630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=434020934515563630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/434020934515563630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/434020934515563630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-odd.html' title='It&apos;s odd...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2864611424454578799</id><published>2010-05-29T22:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:02:25.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes to Ashes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurovision'/><title type='text'>A very quick blog</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a little late (by over a week) but ASHES TO ASHES IS OVER NOOOOOO GENE HUNT AND CO. ARE NEVER COMING BACK TO GRACE OUR TV SCREENS AGAIN. Yeah, so now that I've got that out I'm a little happier. The finale though was amazing. I thought the ending was cool and that they wrapped it up nicely. and the Galex fans got what they wished for (I don't ship characters so...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight's Doctor Who episode was quite emotional, but Bill Nighy's in next week's episode so I'm looking forward to that (I did a double take when I saw him in the trailer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been watching the original series of The Prisoner (instead of Firefly - sorry Livvi) and it's so trippy and brilliant and the village is so happy yet sinister. I've seen six episodes so far which is more than any other television show I've watched online. I fail at watching things online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I watched the Eurovision song contest tonight - our entry was awful. I wonder who'll win. I'm not staying up for the voting though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2864611424454578799?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2864611424454578799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2864611424454578799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2864611424454578799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2864611424454578799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-quick-blog.html' title='A very quick blog'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8236262849015655649</id><published>2010-05-21T18:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:01:52.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life On Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes to Ashes'/><title type='text'>Pacman Google.</title><content type='html'>Today if you visit Google you will notice that it has a Pacman themed logo. Not only that, you can actually PLAY it. Unfortunately I've never been that great at Pacman, so having the bits to collect in the "G" and "e" make it harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's the final ever episode of Ashes to Ashes tonight. I finally get to know what the hell is going on! Well, I still have another two hours to wait. Arghhh. I will however miss Gene Hunt &amp; co. I've been told I should watch the pilot episode of the US Life on Mars as it's in the "so bad it's good" territory. The first episode of the actual US LOM was "so bad it's horrible" (why yes I have been spending my time on TV Tropes. Excellent form of procrastination), so I will not be continuing to watch the rest of that. There's also a Spanish LOM and a Russian one in the works. We just need a Japanese anime version and a stop motion version to complete the set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8236262849015655649?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8236262849015655649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8236262849015655649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8236262849015655649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8236262849015655649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/05/pacman-google.html' title='Pacman Google.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2214440185327153826</id><published>2010-05-18T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:18:18.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic novels'/><title type='text'>3 down, quite a few more to go.</title><content type='html'>Today I did my general studies exam. I'm not entirely sure how well I think I did in it. The same is true for the critical thinking paper I did yesterday. The art exam however went well I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to the library today to give back V for Vendetta and Watchmen and went to see if they had The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen as I would like to read that next. Neither of the libraries had it. However the second library I went to had this big book of Marvel Horror which I want to get out after exams, just to get into Marvel as all the graphic novels I have read so far and all the movie adaptations of comic book characters (apart from Hellboy (which I saw a couple of weekends ago. I really want to see Hellboy 2 now. Guillermo del Toro is just amazing)) have been DC and I feel I really need to balance this out. I also saw a load of sci-fi novels I want to get out (mainly Philip K. Dick and H. G. Wells) but didn't due to exams (I've made myself a rule that I can only read graphic novels or non-serious novels during exams. I'm not entirely sure why.) - I've just realised I haven't read a sci-fi novel in absolutely ages. Most of my reading in the past year has consisted of Discworld novels (and yes, I did get another one out the library today as I haven't read one in a few months. I got Hogfather out as it's one of the most famous and yet I've not read it) and I've just been too distracted to get some other, non-Discworld novels out. Hope those brackets haven't confused you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm sure you've all heard the very sad news that Ronnie James Dio passed away on Sunday. He was such an amazing vocalist and it's such a shame he's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2214440185327153826?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2214440185327153826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2214440185327153826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2214440185327153826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2214440185327153826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-down-quite-few-more-to-go.html' title='3 down, quite a few more to go.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3708320213200973087</id><published>2010-04-24T19:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:06:46.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes to Ashes'/><title type='text'>Birthday party!</title><content type='html'>I had some friends round my house today for my birthday party and we ate pizza, cake and brownie. I recieved the Star Wars Original Trilogy, a Serenity graphic novel and the third (signed! to me!) Sandman volume (Dream Country). They're now all in my room and my room feels a whole lot nerdier (I wish my mum would let me stick up posters in my room. She hates blu-tack on the walls. I'm not even sure what I would have a poster of. I just want a poster). Doesn't help that my friends and I were discussing nerdy stuff and then after they left I watched the new Doctor Who episode (I can't wait for next week) so I am in a rather nerdy mood at the moment. I am also looking forward to Frankie's fanfiction on Percy Weasley where he dresses in leather and quotes muggle movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided I should probably start using Twitter properly (at the moment most (pretty much all) of the people I follow I know in real life and I tweet about once a month). Although I know this will probably never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - we're already halfway through series three of Ashes to Ashes! How could it go by so quick? It's so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3708320213200973087?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3708320213200973087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3708320213200973087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3708320213200973087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3708320213200973087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2303063885320734928</id><published>2010-04-16T12:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:33:38.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dracula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nosferatu'/><title type='text'>Vampires!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today! Wahey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to vampires. Last weekend I watched Nosferatu, Dracula (1931) and I read "The Vampyre" (which, as I'm sure you'll all know, is the short story by Polidori with the vampire Lord Ruthven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosferatu: Max Schreck gives a phenomenally creepy performance as Count Orlok - which is not helped by the film being old (I watched it on Google video, seeing as the film is in the public domain) and all flickery. Coincidentally "Schreck" is the German word for "horror". It was also the first silent movie I've seen. Renfield is also a little creepy in this movie. I wasn't a big fan of the castle in this movie though. However I did like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dracula (1931): I liked this movie (moreso than Nosferatu) - I really liked the sets for Dracula's castle and Carfax Abbey (I like castles in general though). What I didn't like was the complete lack of musical score (apart from the music for the opening credits) - I feel it made the movie slightly less atmospheric than it could have been. Renfield (Dwight Frye) was awesome - I felt he captured the character rather well. Lugosi is brilliant as Dracula. If you haven't seen this movie, go and do so now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2303063885320734928?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2303063885320734928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2303063885320734928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2303063885320734928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2303063885320734928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampires.html' title='Vampires!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2735706975326840231</id><published>2010-03-31T19:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:59:50.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaurs'/><title type='text'>Spinosaurus!</title><content type='html'>I have recently discovered that there was a bigger carnivorous dinosaur than the giganotosaurus... the spinosaurus! I've known about the spinosaurus, but I didn't know it was bigger than the giganotosaurus (not to be confused with the gigantosaurus, that's a completely different dinosaur). Spinosaurus' arms are less ridiculous than Giganotosaurus, but instead it has a spiny ridge on its back (hence the name) which just makes it look all hunchback. Other than that it is rather fierce looking. I wonder who would win in a fight? Giganotosaurus or Spinosaurus? or what if it was Giganotosaurus vs Tyrannosaurus Rex vs Spinosaurus vs Allosaurus? We'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2735706975326840231?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2735706975326840231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2735706975326840231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2735706975326840231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2735706975326840231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/03/spinosaurus.html' title='Spinosaurus!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1351455073214242436</id><published>2010-03-07T11:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:53:06.434Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food porn'/><title type='text'>I have found a new website</title><content type='html'>that I like. I thought I'd share it with you all. (warning: may cause you to become hungry, and possibly drool over the keyboard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foodporndaily.com/"&gt;http://foodporndaily.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1351455073214242436?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1351455073214242436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1351455073214242436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1351455073214242436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1351455073214242436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-found-new-website.html' title='I have found a new website'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5034570174760395735</id><published>2010-02-16T22:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:22:35.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mechanical dragon drawing'/><title type='text'>Why does everyone assume...</title><content type='html'>...that if you're a teenager and your family has left you alone in the house for three nights, that you're going to have loads of parties? Heck, I didn't even have a single person over. I was a nerd and stayed in watching Lord of the Rings (extended editions) because I hadn't watched them in around three years and they needed watching again, especially after I had re-read the books last year. I forgot how good they were and also how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;. The landscapes are gorgeous - even Mordor is pretty in it's own way. Do not get me started on Minas Tirith (I was watching one of the documentaries that came with the DVD and the Minas Tirith set was built on top of the Helm's Deep set, seeing as they weren't using it anymore). I also finished off the stitching part of my artwork. It's pretty nice to have the whole house to oneself just because it is so QUIET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've also done a drawing of a mechanical dragon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/S3sZsMF9m_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d_NcCn_E984/s1600-h/Scan10059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/S3sZsMF9m_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d_NcCn_E984/s320/Scan10059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438969221931178994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably subconciously inspired by the Nazgûl's armour (specifically their gauntlets. I want those gauntlets).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5034570174760395735?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5034570174760395735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5034570174760395735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5034570174760395735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5034570174760395735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-does-everyone-assume.html' title='Why does everyone assume...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/S3sZsMF9m_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/d_NcCn_E984/s72-c/Scan10059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6313374368803174832</id><published>2010-02-08T20:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:39:16.376Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M. C. Escher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvador Dalí'/><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have to give a short talk about a piece of artwork I saw at the V &amp; A museum that I really liked from the Medieval and Renaissance section. Except I didn't like anything, I'm much more of a fan of modern art. So I'm going to do my speech on "Persistence of Memory" (which I have actually seen in real life at the MOMA in New York. It's a lot smaller than I thought it was), seeing as Dalí is one of my favourite artists. I've also just decided that I love M. C. Escher as much as I love Dalí, so I don't really have one favourite artist any more. I think it's probably due to the fact that in the movie "Labyrinth" there is a room inspired by Escher's "Relativity" with stairs everywhere and it is one of my favourite scenes in the movie. &lt;a href="http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/5653/labyrinthescher.jpg"&gt;I just love the set design. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/3520/escherreptilesmedium.jp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite pieces by Escher is "Reptiles"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/3323/dalielephants.jpg"&gt;I love the weird tall elephants Dalí paints. When I went to his wife's castle back in 2005 he had lots of these statues, unfortunately I did not know who Dalí was at the time and so did not appreciate it as much as I could have. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/1503/lego12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that this was just awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6313374368803174832?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6313374368803174832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6313374368803174832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6313374368803174832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6313374368803174832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/02/100th-post.html' title='100th post!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5356387503526408288</id><published>2010-02-06T10:41:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:58:11.259Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neco z Alenky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Framed Roger Rabbit?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Die Hard'/><title type='text'>Movie time!</title><content type='html'>In the past week I have watched a few movies (only four, but that is quite a lot for me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Die Hard (oh yes I have finally seen it. Life just feels weird now that I no longer have a movie at the very top of my "to see" list). It is awesome, I watched it last Saturday and then continued to think about it for Sunday and most of Monday, except I'm beginning to forget it now (hmm, time for a rewatch methinks? Nah, I can wait). I'll get round to seeing the other Die Hards some day.&lt;br /&gt;- Who Framed Roger Rabbit? - Yes, I have seen this movie before. I absolutely hate the scene where Judge Doom dips that shoe into The Dip. It's just that it's so cute looking and friendly before getting Dipped. &lt;br /&gt;- Neco z Alenky (Alice) - Remember that surrealist Czech version of Alice in Wonderland I was talking about on my blog a couple of months ago (with the sock puppet catepillar)? I finally got around to watching it. It's a very different take on the story, and it is set in a dilapidated old house (adding to the creepiness). Lots of stop-motion (which is a good think, I adore stop-motion). Yes it is mildly disturbing, especially the White Rabbit. There he is chopping the head off of one of the card people, by order of the Queen of Hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/2706/02rabbitcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 303px;" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/2706/02rabbitcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should see it though. It's just so wildly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nikita - Seeing as I like some of the other films Luc Besson has done, I figured I'd like this (the DVD has been lying around in our house unopened for ages). It was good, but I think I still prefer Léon (which is due a rewatch, I can't remember it that well). Oh, and Fifth Element is on next Friday. I'll probably be watching it (it's just such an insane movie, it shouldn't work at all, but it does).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5356387503526408288?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5356387503526408288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5356387503526408288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5356387503526408288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5356387503526408288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-time.html' title='Movie time!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6056358632241565271</id><published>2010-01-19T21:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:25:04.123Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Monday'/><title type='text'>Blue Monday.</title><content type='html'>Apparently yesterday was "blue Monday", most depressing day of the year. I guess I was feeling a little depressed. But it gives me an excuse to post this (to cure you of that post blue Monday depression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyoDbX1EkPQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyoDbX1EkPQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6056358632241565271?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6056358632241565271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6056358632241565271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6056358632241565271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6056358632241565271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7911065253048386862</id><published>2010-01-01T22:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:00:22.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog layouts'/><title type='text'>It's a new year and a new layout.</title><content type='html'>I was getting bored of my blog's layout and so decided to change it. This one is much brighter and happier feeling, don't you think? and it's GREEEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been spending the past couple of weeks playing on Lego Star Wars and Indiana Jones. The Lego characters are so so cute (especially the Star Wars ones) and I love the little cutscenes they have (spoofing the actual movies). I have just realised I have not seen any Indiana Jones for at least five years (saw Temple of Doom last (just realised that IS the only one I've seen all the way through. I think I have a thing for tuning into Raiders of the Lost Ark at the end when the people's heads explode/melt)) so I hope that the movies will be shown again on television soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also now have pet fish! Two goldfish and four of those tiny fish. Still not entirely sure what to call my fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this blog post on the 1st of Jan... now it is the 17th. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7911065253048386862?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7911065253048386862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7911065253048386862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7911065253048386862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7911065253048386862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year-and-new-layout.html' title='It&apos;s a new year and a new layout.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-495482105900903700</id><published>2009-12-27T22:22:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:03:46.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of a decade'/><title type='text'>The last post of 2009 (and the noughties)...</title><content type='html'>Seeing as it's nearing the end of the year (and of a decade! It's gone so fast! I remember back to 2000 when everyone was wishing everyone a happy millennium. It's quite scary having been through a whole decade, this is my first time that I've experienced the first year of the decade, the last year of the decade and all the years inbetween. I guess older people like my parents are somewhat more used to it, but still, it's sad and a tad scary at the same time! I've had so many good memories this decade... *must end brackets now or I will ramble on and on*) I have decided to make a list of um, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; (I can't think of a better word) that have happened this year. I'm sure I will forget quite a few things, then have to update my blog later on. Here goes (also, there is no chronological order to this, that would make things too confusing ('tis the holidays)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Became a little bit more nerdy seeing as I have now seen Star Wars and become a fan of it (I love it! I want chopsabers!) and also become a fan of Discworld (I love it! I've started reading my tenth book). Also reread Lord of the Rings and become a little bit obsessed with it (I love it!). Tried to get into Star Trek and completely failed (I don't love it. :( Hey, too much nerdiness would not be good!). &lt;br /&gt;- Seen some movies at the cinema, none of which have managed to make it onto my favourite movies list. These movies would be: Let the Right One In, Star Trek, Harry Potter 6, District 9 and St. Trinians 2. Although I'm pretty sure I've left one off. I'll add it on if I remember. &lt;br /&gt;- Alternatively, seen some movies not at the cinema and quite a few have been added to my favourite movies list. Blade Runner and The Fifth Element are two of the main ones. and I re-saw Labyrinth! and then I bought the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;- Which reminds me, music this year, I bought a load of CDs at the start of the year and almost none at the end. I've been getting into stuff that isn't classic rock, thanks to last.fm, mainly 80s pop and old-school goth. and I reallllly want to buy some Blue Öyster Cult.&lt;br /&gt;- Been to the Japanese restaurant with the conveyor belts that I have been meaning to go to for so long. Bought some Pockys! ("Men's Pockys". Which are just dark chocolate versions of the original things). &lt;br /&gt;- Discovered some very addictive websites, namely darkroastedblend (link in the sidebar) and cracked.com (link NOT in the sidebar). I'm pretty sure I discovered listverse last year, however this year I have learnt a lot of stuff off of that website. &lt;br /&gt;- Discovered a love for lumberjack shirts. They're just so warm and baggy and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;- Received a dinosaur ice cube mould from Zoë for Christmas. It is a T-Rex skeleton and it is awesome (I've already used it once, even though it is winter). I am going to use it a lot in the summer. (on a side note, discovered the song "Godzilla" by Blue Öyster Cult, much love!) &lt;br /&gt;- Had some really really odd late night conversations, thank goodness I don't have them anymore. :D (and now have random in jokes... gahhh). &lt;br /&gt;- We ♥ Katamari! Awesome game, except when I last tried to play on it it didn't load, though I have a feeling this is to do with the laser within the Playstation because the disc isn't scratched... and the laser can be cleaned easily... please let it be the laser...&lt;br /&gt;- Drunken shenanigans at Zoë's house (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;let's forget about those now shall we...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Table tennis rage. Ahh I do miss our table tennis sessions. &lt;br /&gt;- The New York art trip.&lt;br /&gt;- Going into charity shops and going through all the old records and looking for funny covers. &lt;br /&gt;- Meeting new people and making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting good grades in my GCSEs. and being happy that they were over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the main stuff I can think of for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess I should mention what I got for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Silmarillion (yays!) but no Discworld. :(&lt;br /&gt;- One of those foil things you scratch to make a picture (it's black and you scratch it to get to the shiny foil part... you know what I mean). &lt;br /&gt;- A scarf&lt;br /&gt;- Professor Layton and Pandora's Box &lt;br /&gt;- A Topshop voucher&lt;br /&gt;- Pens&lt;br /&gt;- Some Revels&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and the obligatory socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole load of stationary in my stocking. Also watched The Nightmare Before Christmas on Christmas Eve since I hadn't seen it in ages; it's so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss the noughties (that's such a silly name for a decade, but I guess there's not much else) and I have too many memories to list here for all ten years of it. I wish you could hug years goodbye, it's a bit of an abstract thought but hey. That's not really odd though for me, I usually want to hug something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bring on 2010! and the next decade! (whatever it ends up being called). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Next decade: Totally looking forward to The Hobbit movie! Although that's two years away yet (part 1 anyway). Plenty of time to re-read the book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Totally random but  have found out that there are "light swords" for the Wii that you can use with the Wii Lego Star Wars game... I know what game I want next.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-495482105900903700?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/495482105900903700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=495482105900903700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/495482105900903700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/495482105900903700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-2009-and-noughties.html' title='The last post of 2009 (and the noughties)...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5872324404624028406</id><published>2009-12-25T12:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:44:54.550Z</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-colour:#A00000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5872324404624028406?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5872324404624028406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5872324404624028406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5872324404624028406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5872324404624028406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5415358206110308105</id><published>2009-11-26T21:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:57:33.839Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slaughterhouse Five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godzilla'/><title type='text'>Shiny new computers, art canvases and Godzilla</title><content type='html'>This is the first blog I'm writing on our shiny new Windows 7 computer. Windows 7 is new and shiny. That's all there is to say. Also I have a proper clock on my desktop as well as a calendar (those gadget things). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art canvas is not going to be done for Monday. No one's is. I'm stressing out. Some people have gone past the stressed out stage and gone straight to the "wheeee I'm hyper" stage (where you get so stressed you just don't care). I don't like what I'm painting, mainly because it's not my idea but my teacher's. It also focuses on perspective, and I have always hated perspective, especially on big scale pieces as it's bound to mess up. It already has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on Popcap games recently, completed the free version of Plants vs Zombies in around an hour (no, I don't have an addiction). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ill the past few days (was properly ill on the weekend, all tired and runny nose and headachey) but have been at school/on psychology trips (that was on Monday, it was alright but I wanted to sleep). Being a combination of tired and ill is not good. I sometimes feel all lightheaded and floaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a book for the first time in over a month (mainly on the trains to and back from the psychology trip) - it was Slaughterhouse Five. I quite liked it, even if it did get slightly confusing with all the jumping around in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold lemon muffins in the canteen today which made me happy as I had been randomly craving lemon cake for a while (except they were 428 calories (I only checked because one of the art teachers asked me to, I never check the calorie count otherwise)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking up Kaiju on Wikipedia (this probably stems from my obsession with Blue Oyster Cult's "Godzilla". How can you not love a band that has a song about Godzilla?) and now I finally know what the other creatures are from the end of the Simpsons episode (the one where they visit Japan) which had been bugging me for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed other people haven't updated their blogs in a while *coughcough*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5415358206110308105?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5415358206110308105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5415358206110308105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5415358206110308105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5415358206110308105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiny-new-computers-art-canvases-and.html' title='Shiny new computers, art canvases and Godzilla'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5114850982388091720</id><published>2009-11-01T21:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:52:29.119Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statue of Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain Dew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Rock Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubba Gump&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>New York! ...and other stuff</title><content type='html'>I do really need to write a blog about NY so I will do it now (instead of my fucking psychology essay that I actually cannot do). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I arrived at the airport and while we waited I played Irish snap with Suzy, Jess and Ailis. Fastforward to getting on the plane. There is a fault with one of the computers. We wait over an hour to get it fixed. Finally the plane takes off. On this flight I watched the US version of Life On Mars (It's awful! Don't watch it!), Flight of the Concords (I've never seen it before so I watched the two eps they had, good stuff, may watch more one day) and Coraline (this was good too). Finally we arrive and there is trouble at the US customs with a few members of our group or something like that. We finally get on the coach... but it's the wrong one! We get off and get on the coach behind, which is the right one. Arrive at hotel. Dump stuff. Go to Bubba Gump's about four hours late. Get high on Mountain Dew. Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we visited the Metropolitan and Whitney. Now the Metropolitan was pretty awesome, but I didn't like the Whitney. The layout was odd, it was too dark and there was nowhere to sit (did you know you can get addicted to sitting? Yeah, I found that weird too). That day I purchased on of those infamous I &lt;3 NY hoodies. A lot of walking, my feet started to hurt. Dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe (where I bought a t-shirt). More cheeseburgers! More Mountain Dew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we visited the International Centre of Photography and went to Brooklyn to draw views of Manhattan. Walking over the bridge, you could look down between the slats and see the flea market and river and other stuff below. Thankfully I'm not afraid of heights (only of falling) so I found this pretty fascinating. Other people didn't. More walking, hurty feet, Jess and I getting dragged around the clothes shops by Suzy and Ailis. I'm pretty sure it was Sunday we went on the Staten Island ferry and saw the Statue of Liberty from afar. Dinner at Bubba Gump's again, met a waiter George and asked him lots of questions, found out he had been in an advert, ate Southern fried shrimp. More Mountain Dew! Times Square is crazy at night. There is so much light pollution that the area above looks like day. Went up the Empire State Building (after being in a queue for about 2-3 hours - totally worth it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we visited the MOMA which I loved and we also went to Ground Zero and drew that. In the evening we went to a secret floating garden place (it was some old Metro thing) where there was an amazing sunset. Plane back to England, which I tried to sleep on and didn't watch anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously condensed my trip down but I do have a tendency to attempt to write every tiny little detail - most of which you probably don't want to know (there were loads of odd people in NY. The prize goes to the large woman dressed in an American flag clothing making out with the stomach of a mini Statue of Liberty (that was outside a shop). Still disturbs me). Also on the last night all boundaries were lost between me and my roommates. You don't want to know what we were talking about. Oh and breakfast was good too. Pancakes and waffles! We all craved healthy food after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I arrived back but then had to go meet Sophie a.k.a "my friend from Pontefract" (one of the people from HS). Wednesday we both went out to Kingston and didn't really buy much (I did however get Jess' birthday present). Then went and invaded Twickenham's charity shops and bought some stuff, went to Blockbuster and bought second hand Blade Runner (director's cut) and Shaun of the Dead (Sophie told me it was good). We spent ages looking for a third DVD (it was 3 for £10) so she got one of the Scream movies for herself. Watched SOTD that night, it was good. Thursday went to Portobello road and Camden market, I bought some seahorse earrings (I love them!) and a new bag. That night watched half of Blade Runner (Sophie hadn't seen it) and watched the other half next morning. Again I could go on about how I love BR but I won't. Oh and the DVDs weren't scratched! They worked fine! So maybe only the rent-y DVDs are scratched. Also introduced her to We &lt;3 Katamari, she thought it was really weird (don't blame her). On the train to King's Cross she was talking about her favourite movies and now I would like to see Rocky Horror (well, it was already 1st/2nd on my to see list (it keeps switching with Die Hard)). This means I'll have to search Blockbuster again one day. One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also I have broken my Star Wars virginity! I have seen the first episode. It wasn't the greatest but I didn't have high expectations in the first place... I'll see the second ep soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you may have noticed the lack of pictures in this blog... I will do a post one day that will be all NY pictures so don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5114850982388091720?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5114850982388091720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5114850982388091720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5114850982388091720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5114850982388091720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-york-and-other-stuff.html' title='New York! ...and other stuff'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2561951030912253881</id><published>2009-10-14T22:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:39:33.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnivàle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neco z Alenky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Blood'/><title type='text'>Hello new readers</title><content type='html'>Well thanks to Gursimren (you got another mention!) telling my critical thinking class about my blog I'm guessing I got a couple new readers *waves at*. As per usual CT was boring but Molly did make some nice chocolate cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have been watching Carnivàle and True Blood. Both have awesome opening sequences. and Carnivàle just has good music throughout. I thought I wouldn't like True Blood and I wasn't originally planning on watching it but hey, I've seen five episodes now (1-4 and 7. It was to do with messed up internet links that I've randomly seen ep 7). Most of the characters annoy me in some way or another. My friend's told me Eric is interesting and I've just been introduced to him - he has Kurt Cobain hair. Apparently this gets cut off though. The Southern accents are hilarious. What can I say about Carnivàle? It's a bit crazy, you should go watch it (there are only 24 episodes, seeing as it got cancelled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also finally read Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass (yes I know it's a children's book - I just didn't want to do art) mainly because there is some crazy Czech film I've heard of that I sort of want to watch where the caterpillar is a sock puppet! Apparently it's one of those somewhat creepy films though... it's called Neco Z Alenky if you want to look it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2561951030912253881?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2561951030912253881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2561951030912253881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2561951030912253881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2561951030912253881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-new-readers.html' title='Hello new readers'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4575236744454630266</id><published>2009-10-04T22:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:18:50.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Psychology essay? Naaah...</title><content type='html'>Yeah this is just a blog so I don't have to do my psychology essay which is on problems when diagnosing people with mental illness. I hate writing essays but psychology is now my favourite subject. We had chocolate chip muffins on Friday. I'm making brownie for critical thinking on Wednesday but on the same day I have a biology test (the real one this time. Last week's was a "practice"). I hate hate hate hate art because there is too much work to do and I don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I don't know if it's wrong to like the new KISS song or the new Europe songs (yes the Final Countdown people). I don't know which is worse. Oh well, I stopped caring about my music taste a long time ago. Just looked at my last.fm - it's now full of 80s pop music recommendations :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also worn lumberjack shirts for seven days in a row now. I feel like I have broken some sort of record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally seen The Matrix! I really liked it too. That's one more film off my "to see" list (so I'm happy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4575236744454630266?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4575236744454630266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4575236744454630266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4575236744454630266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4575236744454630266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/10/psychology-essay-naaah.html' title='Psychology essay? Naaah...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1930694846674337143</id><published>2009-09-29T16:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:23:14.417+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kettles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Time to update...</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't updated in three weeks it's List Time (not in chronological order because that would take effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We got a new kettle (the old one broke)! It is lit up blue when it is off and red when it is boiling water... (although I wanted the kettle that cycled through all the colours). &lt;br /&gt;- I don't like General Studies. Although today we saw a boy that looked like Nick Jonas, so Gursimren tries to take a photo of him secretly which was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to see District 9 which was alright. I also watched Casino Royale since it was on the other night (now I can say I've seen a Bond film! (You all know I fail at watching movies)). &lt;br /&gt;- Had a failed spork pirate meeting.&lt;br /&gt;- Have had two cake psychology lessons - yay! and we're having cake tomorrow in critical thinking. &lt;br /&gt;- Life drawing in art isn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;- Otherwise art pisses me off. Psychology is my favourite lesson and I quite like maths, even if I don't understand a lot of it. Biology is usually uneventful (and yes I have witnessed Mr L with his shirt tucked into his boxers).&lt;br /&gt;- Have had too much work to do (we had to make a poster in psychology. I don't like making posters - I spend too long on them when I should be doing other stuff - they are a form of procrastination!).&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of other stuff which I have done but forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1930694846674337143?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1930694846674337143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1930694846674337143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1930694846674337143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1930694846674337143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-update.html' title='Time to update...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8913471623345983034</id><published>2009-09-10T21:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:42:36.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coloured folders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths puzzles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tetris'/><title type='text'>Tetris Pieces and Cake Friday</title><content type='html'>Well I've had four full days of sixth form so far and I am exhausted. I even tried to nap today but failed. This was mainly due to me still trying to solve a puzzle in my head that we were doing in tutorial. In our tutorial program at the moment we are doing mathematical reasoning and we got one of those confusing maths puzzles. This one was where there was a 4x4 grid and each square was a different colour, with the one where the treasure was being gold. There were certain clues as to where certain colours were in relation to another. To work this out I saw which colours I could map out, and then tried to fit them together. At this point they turned into Tetris pieces in my head, which made it easier for some reason. By the end of the half hour the Tetris pieces had become slightly angry and more evil. I have now figured out the solution (I got distracted from my maths homework. I also got excited when I realised I had a whole sheet of maths homework. (This probably Miss K's fault; she taught me maths the last two years and is so enthusiastic about it.) This is completely different from year 7 where I hated maths and got 49% in my end of year test) and the Tetris pieces are happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have managed to annoy myself with is the fact that I use my blue/turquoise folder for psychology and purple folder for maths. It should be the other way round seeing as psychology is a Purple subject and maths is a Blue subject (they are on my timetables). Although if I switched them around I would get confused. Maybe they should just stay that way round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in our psychology lessons it is cake Friday! Although we haven't yet devised the cake rota so I don't know if there will actually be any cake (I will obviously be making brownie when it is my turn). I actually quite like Friday. Psychology, Art and PE (where there will soon be squash rage! I actually hate sport, it's just now we can sort of mess about (or so I'm hoping)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8913471623345983034?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8913471623345983034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8913471623345983034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8913471623345983034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8913471623345983034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/09/tetris-pieces-and-cake-friday.html' title='Tetris Pieces and Cake Friday'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3810721579490492775</id><published>2009-09-06T21:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:41:43.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject colours and Obese Starfish</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a while (yes I know I said I would update more - well I lied. I'm very sorry) so I guess I should talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to Hannah's house for her leaving party so we just sat and chatted and I got to meet Ella, one of Hannah's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday I didn't really do much apart from finish off some homework and watch Harry Potter 4 because it was on television. It is such an awful film but not as bad as the third. (and it has Edward Cullen in it. Hilarious.) Well I didn't really have anything better to do so it was a good time waster. I also tidied my room up. Upon tidying my room I found drawings I did of Milky (from Blur's Coffee and TV video) in year 9 and also other anthropomorphic food and just generally remembered good times. I also found rough books from year 7 and remembered how I sort of wanted to be a goth back then. I have no idea why. Most of my rough books were filled with doodles that Rosie and I did. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - first day back at school but we didn't really do anything and Imogen and I argued about what colours certain subjects should be (we were colouring in our time tables). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my DofE book finally signed off (wahey!). One stress over. Now I am stressing about buying white lab coats and maths text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with Frankie, we went to Shakeaway and I had a Bournville flavour milkshake. We wandered round shops, then went down to the river and listened to some of the Labyrinth soundtrack (I want to watch it again now. and I need to buy the soundtrack) and some of her other songs (some by Hannah Montana. Yes I know, I know). We also decided that a giant obese starfish lives in the Thames with loads of rubber and foam duck henchmen. We are not insane. Really. Before I left she gave me Gareth David-Lloyd's (Ianto in Torchwood) signature which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stressing out over general stuff. Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3810721579490492775?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3810721579490492775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3810721579490492775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3810721579490492775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3810721579490492775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/09/subject-colours-and-obese-starfish.html' title='Subject colours and Obese Starfish'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2984054785044881166</id><published>2009-08-31T21:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:19:55.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visiting relatives'/><title type='text'>What have I been up to in the past two weeks?</title><content type='html'>Well Friday the 14th I went up to Somerset, spent a couple of days there at the windmill. Then on the 16th I went to Bristol station, met up with my cousin Megan (seeing as Hannah is now too old to go) and we journeyed to Queen Ethelburga's School (yes it is as posh as it sounds) just outside of York for the Quaker camp (that sounds boring and religious but it really isn't). It was great meeting people who I hadn't seen for over a year and also making loads of new friends. It was better than last year seeing as I knew people this time around, but the food was still damned awful. Our rooms were better than last year, loads bigger. I shared a room with Sophie and Olivia (a different Olivia from the one I usually talk about on here) but Megan (different Megan - not cousin Megan. Argh they all have similar confusing names.) couldn't fit in our room seeing as we were too late to get a 4 room so had to get a 3 room even though ALL the rooms had 4 beds (the 4th was folded up into the wall). I'm going into detail again. I could spend a week writing out every single detail. I will bullet point stuff (my blog has taken away the bullet point option! Nooo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fancy dress theme for last social this year was fairy tale creatures so I went as a pixie (last year it was up in the clouds and I was a fairy). &lt;br /&gt;- For activites this year I did cooking and we all made cookies and stuff to sell at the tuck shop so yeah it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;- I got an award on the last night! (each year the leavers give out one award each on the last night). Mine was for 'most beautiful smile' from Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;- On the leaving day I got hugged so many times it was insane but I love hugs so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can trawl through the pictures: http://www.yfhs.org.uk/2009piccies/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed there for a week, went on the 23rd (sad to leave!) back to Somerset, was bored for a week (we did go places like the swimming pool (it closed down about a day later) and some zoo which was then on the news since atheists didn't like it as it was a Christian zoo and it had stuff about animals being created or something... I did however buy some clothes: two new t-shirts (plain black and plain white - mainly to wear under my new lumberjack shirts), two new lumberjack shirts (blue &amp; brown and orange, white &amp; brown) and a pair of jeans. Then yesterday we went to Bath to visit my Granny and stayed overnight. Then my second cousin Gabriel and his wife and kid Jude (who is almost a year old) came to visit us there which was nice and Jude was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Spw33TvW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p7mhVkbD7a0/s1600-h/P8310241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Spw33TvW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p7mhVkbD7a0/s320/P8310241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376233478504773010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2984054785044881166?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2984054785044881166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2984054785044881166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2984054785044881166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2984054785044881166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-been-up-to-in-past-two.html' title='What have I been up to in the past two weeks?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Spw33TvW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p7mhVkbD7a0/s72-c/P8310241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1512171502185942707</id><published>2009-08-14T13:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:23:20.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOTR'/><title type='text'>I've run out of blog titles.</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I finished re-reading LOTR and I have to say I forgot how much I loved the books. Moreso than the movies probably, (I haven't seen them in ages however) but I do love the movies, even if loads of stuff was cut out (the Tom Bombadil chapters and Scouring of the Shire are probably the two I miss the most) and the storyline deviated a bit (but hey, what movie adaptation ever did stay completely true to it's literary counterpart?). I could ramble on about LOTR but I'm sure you don't want to hear my ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have been playing Top Trumps with my sister to pass the time. I introduced it to her yesterday and she loves it. The ones we own we got free with Weetabix - Predators, Dinosaurs and LOTR:TTT (yay. Except she doesn't want to play that one. Fair enough). I think we also have a Beano one somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really write a blog now. For one thing it is the afternoon and I blog better when it is the evening, but I am going away for another two weeks so I thought I'd blog now. Another thing is that my head is all LOTR-y as you can plainly see (well it would happen if I read the whole thing in one week. Under one week). So bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some websites though:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ludomancy.com/blog/downloads/  &lt; nice games&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kimbawlion.com/rant2.htm    &lt; lion king is a rip off!&lt;br /&gt;http://omegle.com/  &lt; sure you know of this one anyway but still, 'tis amusing (sometimes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1512171502185942707?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1512171502185942707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1512171502185942707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1512171502185942707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1512171502185942707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-run-out-of-blog-titles.html' title='I&apos;ve run out of blog titles.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5779275247292886314</id><published>2009-08-08T19:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:45:54.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discworld novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter 6'/><title type='text'>Blog Post #86</title><content type='html'>I am oh so tired. You know the feeling when you just want to close your eyes and curl up in a ball and sleeeeeeeeeeeeep? Yeah, that one. (If my blog is weird today blame it on the tiredness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets see what Sophia has been up to in the past week. (I'll make a list, it's easier. and more fun)(damn, my bullet point button thing has disappeared. Well it will have to be a not so good list. Simply because of the lack of bullet points.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Sunday I went to a pub and had hoisin duck salad. &lt;br /&gt;- Our new Clio arrived on Tuesday (remember how the old one went up in flames). It is a very yummy shade of green. Every time I go past it I wonder what it would taste like (if it were edible). &lt;br /&gt;- Read three more Discworld novels (Equal Rites, Wyrd Sisters and Moving Pictures). I have now decided to have a break from them (just so I can re-read Lord of the Rings. I have read about three pages so far. But still, I started it today (after finishing Moving Pictures) and I've been out most the day). But I do like Discworld (for some reason there I wanted to refer to myself as "we". I do that sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday Lily (who now has a 14mm flesh tunnel and can put her little finger through her ear) and I went out with our sisters (it was my Mum's plan!) and we went bowling and to the cinema. So I finally saw Harry Potter 6 yesterday. Wasn't as shit as I thought it would be. I actually thought it was alright, not the best but still decent. They did cut out loads though (which pissed me off) and they destroyed the Burrow (wtf. That doesn't happen in the book). But yeah, amusing romance scenes.&lt;br /&gt;- Went out clothes shopping today (gyarhhhh. I hate it.) because I'm going to the York place again like I did last year and I basically need a "posh" outfit for one of the nights. But it's not so posh I can't wear it normally. But I do vaguely look like a girl for once(!). It's a black and grey chequered top/dress thing that I'll wear with leggings. Oh and whilst shopping they played some stupid r'n'b song that had completely butchered Bowie's "Let's Dance" which made me sad (okay apparently it's by Craig David. nyargh). But now I'm listening to the original and I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;- Now listening to "Hurry On Sundown" by Hawkwind. 'Cos it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- What more should I write? Once I start writing a blog I want to write and write and write but beforehand I just don't want to write a blog post at all. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5779275247292886314?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5779275247292886314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5779275247292886314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5779275247292886314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5779275247292886314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post-87.html' title='Blog Post #86'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7406821090915072552</id><published>2009-08-01T21:43:00.027+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:48:06.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BN Biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avignon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>La France</title><content type='html'>So I have returned from France. I had a rather nice time. I am now also convinced that all French men are called Jean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented out a small villa that had a swimming pool and it was really nice. &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///G:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSophia%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a sort of diary. Here it is in compressed form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~First Week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to Southampton Airport which was very small. Got on a small plane. 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	mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Arrived and met the owners of the house who live forty minutes away - showed us the house. I was tired. We ate pasta with tomato sauce. I got the green room but actually wanted the blue room (because it was blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We had a lazy day, just swimming in the swimming pool and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: This is the day I actually started keeping the diary, since I had no paper beforehand. It is creepy French paper which is gridded with extra lines in. They don't have lined paper over there. Visited a small French town today. Took some pictures there, visited some churches. On the way there took photos of awesome rock cliff things - local legend says that they are monks that got turned to stone after falling in love with some Moorish women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnSxWLGUBaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ys8OeakCdJc/s1600-h/P7210026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnSxWLGUBaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ys8OeakCdJc/s320/P7210026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365108050599609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they're all looming and ominous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Visited a small French town named Lurs in the mountains, visited some churches and stuff. Mainly went there for the tourist office, but it was shut on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: There was a big lazy cricket in my room. Otherwise a lazy day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnSygF4-9bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4x7NrAwceHA/s1600-h/P7230107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnSygF4-9bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4x7NrAwceHA/s320/P7230107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365109320511845810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Visited Gorges Du Verdon - very scenic. Then went swimming in a nearby lake. Nice and cool. There was an area of the lake we (well me and my sister) that was bright green. Reminded me of the poisonous liquids in Spyro that you died if you stepped in. Afterwards visited a mountain village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Lazy day. For some reason the main entry for today is about me slicing my thumb open on a bread knife. and there was blood everywhere! :D&lt;br /&gt;but it was only a small cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Second Week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to the infamous Lavender fields there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went to Sisteron and visited a citadel with good views over the rest of the town. It has some history to do with Napoleon but I can't remember what. 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Covered by a white sheet and everything. Police and firemen (yes France uses the firemen instead of the ambulance in cases like this) wandering around. It turns out he died of a heart attack (not some inventive murder like I imagined) but still, RIP market man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Dad, Virginia and I went to the observatory and I didn't understand a thing because they spoke French too quickly. But it was nice inside the observatory. All sci-fi-y. They had thirteen telescopes in all. Also they were having a sci-fi film night on the day we left for England; playing Wall-E (would like to see), Star Trek (already seen), Hancock (don't want to see) and Jurassic Park 3 (don't want to see). 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My sister bought a necklace and mum bought some soap and kitchen items. Afterwards went to a lake and went swimming. Not as good as previous lake though because there was no beach. There were rocks that you had to step off to get into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Lazy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Oh that was awfully written. I do apologise. See for some reason I only kept the diary for one week and then gave up so the second week I did from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway other things about France:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BNs!!! I had some!! Photo proof of them (and, um, a packet of Pringles):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnVdtPW14UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dWl7KYkoW4s/s1600-h/P7310209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnVdtPW14UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dWl7KYkoW4s/s320/P7310209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365297562879648066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at them being all happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magical French food! (well not magical). They have all this awesome stuff over there that we don't have (but then that's true for pretty much all countries). Crazy cereals - I quite liked the Lion cereal - caramel and chocolate flakes. BNs of course. Other awesome cereals including flavours of Special K we don't get over here. I tried snails. Can't say I was mega impressed. But they were all garlic buttery. Chocolate spready stuff. Rillettes du Mans!! I had that on my sandwiches every day. (just looked it up on Google images. It looks disgusting there. It really isn't). Tried a little bit of Lavendar ice cream. Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing my blue dreamcatcher earrings now. My first pair of dangly earrings and they feel weird. My head's all "there's something dangling from my ears!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to extend my sister's vocabulary I gave her a new word each day to learn, although near the end of the holidays I usually forgot to give her one. and she usually forgot what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books! I brought seven: Frankenstein (which I had read a third of), a half read Lolita, The Colour of Magic, Mort, Sourcerey, Animal Farm and Northanger Abbey. I liked them all. I also managed to pace myself fairly well so I finished my last book on the second Friday but then had no book for the aeroplane journey. (for those that know me that read this blog if you have any Discworld novels then pleasewouldyoumindlendingthemtome? :D (oh I have just been to the library (the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;library, not my usual one) they have a fairly large collection of Discworld novels. I got three out. Which ones I can't remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of aeroplane journeys it was weird going to France in an aeroplane because before I went on the ferry or the Eurostar/Shuttle. I may have been on an aeroplane to France before mais je ne sais pas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By the end of the holiday our house was full of insects. Moths, crickets, flies, wasps, weird beetle things, mosquitoes, spindly legged house spiders (I don't mind these ones), fat house spiders (I abhor these ones. Only when they're moving though); you name it, it was in our house. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pool was full of insects every evening when we switched the light on. Usually moths or fly-things. One time in the morning I found two dead big house spiders at the bottom. My sister would insist that I save as many insects as possible with the net.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day Virginia came to show me two flies; one was on top of the other, it was obvious what they were doing. Then she goes and says "I wonder what they're doing". She's thirteen dammit, she should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Our villa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnVkXjCrpyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-lig7PK3tSA/s1600-h/P7310210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnVkXjCrpyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-lig7PK3tSA/s320/P7310210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365304886788073250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put more pictures in but it is the most annoying thing on blogger because you have to drag them down all the way since they appear at the top. I may make a Photobucket album so you can see them there. OK I have now made an album but it doesn't show up. Screw that. I'll work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh that was a horribly horribly written blog post. It has also taken me a day to write it. Started yesterday and added little bits at intervals throughout today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7406821090915072552?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7406821090915072552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7406821090915072552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7406821090915072552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7406821090915072552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-france.html' title='La France'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SnSxWLGUBaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ys8OeakCdJc/s72-c/P7210026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5785204272609213593</id><published>2009-07-18T21:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:12:48.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lolita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BN Biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Au revoir, mes amis.</title><content type='html'>Well this is the last blog post for a while as tomorrow I am off to France (Provence) and have to get up at 5 AM to get some early flight at 9 or something. Which just sucks. But I think this is probably the sixth time I have been to France. It is my most visited country. I am actually looking forward to it though since we haven't been abroad for a summer holiday for three years now (we did nothing last year and went to Devon the year before) although we did go to Tunisia in October last year and I went to America in the Easter holidays on the school ski trip which I did blog about. But anyway I have this mental image of me in France watching Fort Boyard whilst eating BN biscuits. Oh yes, they have BNBNs there. Haha all of you who miss them. And Fort Boyard I only saw a couple of times when I was younger but it is amusing watching adults do silly and sometimes icky games. I also plan to take a lot of reading material (including some Terry Pratchett, as I have never read any of his stuff and so feel wrong. Also need to finish off Lolita which I found in my Dad's cupboard whilst looking for HP7 and have been meaning to read for a while but never knew we owned a copy of it) as a lot of the time we just laze around. But the place we are renting out has a swimming pool which is cool (no pun intended). Um I don't really have much else to say, I just wanted to warn you of lack of blog posts over the next two weeks because I doubt there'll be a computer where we are staying. But you never know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5785204272609213593?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5785204272609213593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5785204272609213593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5785204272609213593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5785204272609213593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/07/au-revoir-mes-amis.html' title='Au revoir, mes amis.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7971927420574797811</id><published>2009-07-17T22:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:01:43.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Party.</title><content type='html'>I have just got back from Hannah's party. But I will tell you all about my day from the beginning. My last day of work experience and I was sad to go (manager is now in hospital after repeatedly passing out and "seeing blue" yesterday evening). I got to print off my car brochure thing which I may upload here (that means I never will) and also got to leave early. Since I had no reason to go back to my own house I headed off to Hannah's which was near my work experience and was therefore rather early. Hannah was making cake and I got to eat some of the cake mix. Hannah's present was series 2 and 3 of Peep Show (I couldn't get series 1 because it was an 18), which I have never seen before *shockhorror*. Hannah put Series 3 on and I saw about 3 episodes of that, during which people began to arrive. I met Hannah's friend Scarlett which was nice. We then put on Extras because Scarlett was bored of Peep Show (I preferred Peep Show). Also the theme tune for Peep Show is Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger which I used to hear quite a bit in my XFM days but now... well never. But it's cool. We went to Hannah's room and chatted, then went downstairs and chatted some more, mainly about the new Harry Potter movie which only Hannah and Scarlett had seen. I will be seeing it after I return from France, as my Dad will take me because he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;wants to see it. Then we cooked food and ate it, whilst playing "most likely to". We like this game. Hannah's cake had marzipan bees on it and was a very rich chocolate cake. Then it was time for Eun Young, Amy and me to leave. So we left, and then Divya ran to catch up with us. Once on the train we chatted, and I learnt that Amy shares a birthday with my sister and that her mum shares her birthday with my Dad. and now I am here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News: my new first cousin-once-removed has been named "India". I don't really like it as a name, but then that's my taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7971927420574797811?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7971927420574797811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7971927420574797811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7971927420574797811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7971927420574797811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/07/party.html' title='Party.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4659400936102844564</id><published>2009-07-16T09:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:16:57.702+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Bored at work experience?</title><content type='html'>Yeah me too. Hence why I am writing this blog during WEx hours. It is my second week at the same company and the manager is not here so I don't know what to do, and the other person who was helping me has gone on holiday to the Benicassim festival. There is hardly anyone in the office (more people arrive later) and I have finished my car brochure thingy. The reason why the manager isn't here is a long story (everyone just says to visiting people that he is "ill"). Basically he went on a bender over the weekend, but was found in the bins on Friday night. Monday he had to be locked in his flat, but smashed the window, escaped, got money off people and bought more alcohol, then went missing. Tuesday he was in bed being looked after by someone, and now he is just "ill". (It's so weird typing this because on a Mac the " and @ have swapped around so I keep typing @s instead of "s). And another person tore his muscle trying to lift something. It is all very interesting and dramatic here. I think it should be turned into a television series... a sitcom perhaps. Well I only have two more days here, and tomorrow is Hannah's birthday party so I am going to buy her present after WEx today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading HP 6, as per usual I have forgotten most of what happened. But what annoys me is the fact that we have lost the seventh book, and I really cannot remember what happened in that book, apart from a load of people die. I've looked in all the usual book places (our books are scattered around the house in bookshelves everywhere) and it's not there. We keep all the books in Dad's room but nyah, not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I don't know if I will actually get my ears pierced again, I get all confused thinking about it. I think I may wait a year and then see if I still want it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few odd dreams past couple of nights. Including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was returning from WEx and walking to my house from the train station when a little girl appeared (about 9/10 years) and wanted me to be her friend. But she wouldn't tell me her name or what school she went to. By the end of the walk she had sort of turned into my sister, and had really chocolatey hands, then hugged me getting my green checked shirt (which I had been wearing that day. It's a new one, from H&amp;amp;M and it's really nice. I want more shirts now) all chocolatey. As usual I thought my dreams were real life and got really stressed out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was going to the river with my friends (cannot recall which ones, they may have been made up ones) and one of them had got a pile of fish, which I felt sorry for (even though they seemed dead) so I got my wand out (been reading too much HP you see) and with a flick returned them to the river. The one who had got the pile of fish was really angry and said she would starve. I then had to help get more fish, using my wand and some elaborate arm movements. and then some people fell in the river. But we had a laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did have other dreams but all I can remember is random fragments. I think the one I just described (the fish one) may have had flying in it, but I was the only one that wanted to. I love flying in my dreams, except usually I cannot fly properly, as I usually descend after taking off, so usually have to find a high point in my dreams and take off from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I like having dreams, especially as my ones are crazy. I wonder what my dreams mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in my office have said "fucking hell" about 10 times in a row now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh what to do!? People haven't blogged in a while, well Jess has after ages but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should go back to pretending to work now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4659400936102844564?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4659400936102844564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4659400936102844564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4659400936102844564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4659400936102844564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-at-work-experience.html' title='Bored at work experience?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8050066557838304909</id><published>2009-07-12T21:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:49:48.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird fetishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Bits &amp; Bobs</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for a week and so I have a lot to tell you. But first: my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; very first poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" charset="utf-8" src="http://static.polldaddy.com/p/1778357.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/1778357/"&gt;How would you like me to blog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;polls&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we (Hannah, Jess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; and I) went to the park for a picnic and hung out in a tree like wild nature children. I heard the crazy stories that Jess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; had made up which included Andy Murray and tennis rackets made of evil and cows and kidnapping and making out. I have such wonderfully normal friends. I will talk about the picnic since people actually understand picnics. Hannah brought along chicken legs and sandwiches and homemade shortbread which was nice. Jess brought along homemade gingerbread which was also nice. I brought along homemade brownie which obviously was fantastic. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; just failed. She brought along non homemade stuff. There was other food too. After having our picnic we went to some trees and Jess decided it would be a good idea to get stuck up one for twenty minutes (it was more like ten, but we like to exaggerate). Afterwards we looked for a better tree to climb and I knew of one so we got up that one and read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. We also phoned up friends and asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I guess that was last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onto Monday. This was the first day of my work experience (at a graphic design place - AD Creative Consultants) and so I woke up at 7:30 (later than I have to for school) and was at the train station by 8:35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. What made me smile was the fact that they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;advertising the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; series 3 DVD before any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; had actually aired. Anyway I got the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Clapham&lt;/span&gt; Junction, then got the bus to my work experience placement. I got off and headed towards the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; castle-house thingy (it is pretty awesome). I nervously stepped through the door and made my way into the actual office place. The manager John (who is crazy) was all crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wavey&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway I soon started on my actual work which was to design a logo, carrier bags, tags and shop front. The sheet said I had to do it for either David or Victoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; but apparently I wasn't allowed to do them so I had to choose someone else. After quickly looking at a classic rock website I chose Bruce Springsteen. (they also use Macs there! I hadn't used a Mac in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;. Our very first computer was a Mac but of course now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT HAS ALL CHANGED&lt;/span&gt;. Since it's all new and different from our old Mac. But it was easy getting used to.) The logo was a guitar but the body said Bruce... the body was made up of the letters of 'Bruce'. I might upload one day, but that would mean scanning stuff in. Over consequent days I designed the other stuff. and ate baguettes and drank tea. One thing I learnt there was that every other word the people seem to say there is either "fuck"/"fucking" or "shit". Usually "fucking". It's amusing. It's good there even if your wrist does kill after seven hours of using the mouse. and when I come home I get all confused because we have a PC at home and I have been using a Mac all day and try and press the wrong buttons. and go to the top corner to make everything smaller and it just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a Mac emulator so I can play Scarab of Ra again. For purely nostalgic reasons. Although that game did really creep me out when I was younger. Especially when the mummies came when you got the Scarab (I didn't know how to defeat them then. I do now. Ha ha). Strange how a game with extremely basic black and white graphics can be creepy. Now I just remember all the creepy creepy sounds that our old Mac made when doing stuff. and the creepy voice that would talk to you if you wrote a text document and wanted it to play out loud. Also Dr Brain 3. That was fun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;educational. There were also some other random eighties games that we had. Our Mac was second hand - originally one of my Aunts had it (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clapham&lt;/span&gt;) hence all the crazy games (because of her kids). We also had some Disney games too: a Lion King one which was awesome, a Aladdin one which was even more awesome and a Toy Story one that was shit - there were no games on it. I swear it was one of those stupid demo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; you get. The other two were cool though. (this just reminds me I haven't seen any Disney for a very long time. I would like to Wall E though. But that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt;). We also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Civilisation&lt;/span&gt;! 1 and 2! Except I usually played on 2 because 1 fucked up a lot. and 2 had better graphics. But now I have Age of Empires 2! That's the only computer game I still play on. I still have the Sims installed on here, but that's no fun, you can't create a huge army full of infantry and cavalry along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;trebuchets&lt;/span&gt; and siege &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;onagers&lt;/span&gt; and then go kill the enemy. It's fun killing people (in the game!). I usually have my army killed off as well so have to create a new one. But I don't use the cheats anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; - I could tell you all about it but there is no point because those that wanted to see it have seen it and know everything and those that didn't want to see it couldn't care less. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Iantooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!! and it seems like they've pretty much wrapped up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; - little chance for a fourth series. But maybe a possibility that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Harkness&lt;/span&gt; will appear in Doctor Who? I don't know. I don't really keep up with Who news. (oh I just edited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; page! That's a first, never edited a page before (they had forgotten on the page that Jack also blamed himself for the death of Suzie, so I added that in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto Saturday. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Livvi's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. For a present I got her Labyrinth (went after work experience on Thursday to get it) and a card. Labyrinth was ideal because she got obsessed with it after seeing it at my party. So at around six-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I got to her house. First of all she opened her presents (mainly books and DVDs) and we sat around and chatted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Divya&lt;/span&gt; (as per usual) said some legendary things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Can you have sex with your clothes on?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Can you get pregnant with your clothes on?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(No she wasn't joking). But we do love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Divya&lt;/span&gt;. We also played some table tennis, with normal table tennis bats, books and spades (due to lack of bats). After a while Jess, Hannah and I left to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt; discussion, where we basically decided the ending was shit after the first four good episodes. and there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ianto&lt;/span&gt; mourning. We're going to miss our gay bulldozer driving tea making Welshman. After eating crazy stuff (including smiley faces) we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Blockbusters&lt;/span&gt; where we spent ages (as per usual) deciding on a movie. Trouble is, we all have different tastes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Livvi's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Blockbusters&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny &lt;/span&gt;and hardly has any DVDs in it. Well compared to mine which is scary huge and has loads of scratched broken DVDs. We finally got out Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt; (only because Imogen really really wanted it), In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; and something else. We only ended up watching Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt; which I could stand but did find too indie and cutesy. I just don't really like romance movies in general - I find them a bit boring. Any other genre is alright, apart from maybe chick flicks. and I haven't seen much horror, only Alien, which wasn't scary at all. After this we tried watching In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; but no one was in the mood for it, so the classic "The Princess Bride" was put on. Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; fucking adores. But now it has competition from Labyrinth! 80s kids movies wars! But she has a shiny new Princess Bride DVD which has shiny better quality. Which was awesome. At this point Jess tried to get to sleep and Zoe did get to sleep, and we chatted whilst Princess Bride played in the background. We did a quiz Imogen had made for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt;, and then chatted about random shit, as teenage girls do. But we aren't normal teenage girls. We found out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; has a fetish for purple men dressed as oxen. and likes to be "plowed" by them. I can assure you, there were no drugs at this party. We did get to sleep in the end. In the morning we played more games and one of them was "most likely to" where someone says something and the other people have to decide who is most likely to do/have/etc that. So we decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Livvi&lt;/span&gt; probably also has a foot fetish. and according to Zoe, I would make a "fit aeroplane pilot". The Eight Ball was also asked questions. I managed to get home pretty quickly since the buses were there when I got to the bus stop (that happened on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Livvi's&lt;/span&gt; house as well. I just have psychic bus powers). Got home, managed to finish off some art so now I only have to do two paintings and then started to reread the sixth Harry Potter (for the third time) because the movie is coming out and I cannot remember what happens in the book. or any of the books for that matter. I get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;angsty&lt;/span&gt; when it mentions dead Sirius though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know if I should get my ears pierced again. I probably can't be bothered, I just want to be like all those crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; people. I'm so deluded. Mum says I may regret them in the future, if I let them close up and get scarry ears. But multiple hoops in one ear would just be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;pirateish&lt;/span&gt;. I want to have a pirate headband and wear pirate boots. Except the pirate look wouldn't suit me, I love my jeans. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;, I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" charset="utf-8" src="http://static.polldaddy.com/p/1778468.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/1778468/"&gt;???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;online surveys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has probably been one of the longest blogs I've written. time-wise. It's taken me about an hour. But there is Hannah's party next week to look forward to! and I am going to France soon! I need reading material. I have stuff from the library I haven't read yet, because I fail. I also need to see more movies. I've sort of lost my "to see" list in my head. So now I have two lists. "really want to see!" and "would quite like to see, but don't really mind". I haven't actually gathered much movies for either list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the spell check on this is very stupid. It says words don't exist but when I go to correct them they are exactly the same. silly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go now, I desperately need sleep for more work experience at crazy graphic design place tomorrow. But do vote for what types of blog posts you like. It will affect this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8050066557838304909?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8050066557838304909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8050066557838304909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8050066557838304909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8050066557838304909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/07/bits-bobs.html' title='Bits &amp; Bobs'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5616854422475397114</id><published>2009-07-04T21:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:05:41.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You sometimes drive me crazy, but I worry about you</title><content type='html'>I have been doing art all week long. I am quite proud of myself, even if the copy of the painting I am doing at the moment (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crowd &lt;/span&gt;by Wyndham Lewis) in pencil fails a bit - due to the fact that I don't have the correct colours so have to blend colours and always end up with the colour a bit off. I have however done my Per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirkeby&lt;/span&gt; research, my photo page and a painting of Arvin the squirrel (who represents the green spaces found in the cities, the calmer, more peaceful side of London; since the topic is Essence of the City). I have already written up my definitions and done a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cyclist&lt;/span&gt; by Natalia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goncharova&lt;/span&gt; (which I quite like, even if I didn't have all the pencil colours). I don't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crowd&lt;/span&gt; because it looks quite easy but then it's got all these little complicated bits in it. But I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised that I do actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; (shh!) and that there is no point in trying to pretend I hate them. It's annoying though, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; too many guilty pleasures in music. I'm not going to attempt to list them here. I think I may have gone off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mötley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Crüe&lt;/span&gt; though which is good. Well I only knew three songs in the first place. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yays&lt;/span&gt; for me anyway. (oh dear I am listening to Whitesnake.) &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've gone completely past the stage where I care what people think about my music taste. As long as I don't like Poison I'm happy. and since they don't play them on the radio I'm all good. Also, Rush have been growing on me. There are still some songs that I really quite dislike (Spirit of Radio and Closer to the Heart to name a couple. Mainly due to Geddy's voice being really annoying in certain parts. But I don't usually find his voice annoying unlike some) but there are some songs that I like (now listening to Distant Early Warning. I think his voice is adorable in this song. No idea why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torchwood is back next week! Yaaays. But it's only five episodes long... but an hour each instead of 45 minutes! I need my Torchwood due to lack of Doctor Who this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have just made brownie. I make so many brownies all the time that my Mum has started to get slightly annoyed with me. Also due to my incessant brownie making I have grown very used to the taste of brownie mix and no longer find it as awesome as I once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been catching up on That Mitchell &amp;amp; Webb Look due to watching the current series (3), liking it and then deciding that I needed to see the old series since I haven't seen them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirate Facebook makes me so happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Arrr. Off ye go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5616854422475397114?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5616854422475397114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5616854422475397114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5616854422475397114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5616854422475397114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-sometimes-drive-me-crazy-but-i.html' title='You sometimes drive me crazy, but I worry about you'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6511322334550863850</id><published>2009-06-28T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:04:20.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southend-on-sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visiting relatives'/><title type='text'>Visiting Relatives</title><content type='html'>(I've blogged quite a bit in the last few days. My life has been eventful for once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I went to Southend-on-Sea to visit my maternal grandmother who is ninety today. Ninety already! It only seems a couple of years ago she was eighty, but then that would be 1999! Crazy stuff. On the way down my Mum decided to put the Disney CD on and my ears died to Hannah Montana. Anyway we arrived, met up with my Aunt Liz and my only cousin on my Mum's side, Sara, and went and had lunch. I had roast beef and all the trimmings for a main course and then for pudding I had a homemade cherry cheesecake. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this Sara and Liz departed in their car and headed for the care home that Nana stayed in. My family and I headed off and reached the care home a little later, and then all of the family apart from Mum went off to the beach. The "sea" is the river's estuary, so it isn't really the sea as you can see (a very faint) outline of Kent across it. When I was younger I used to think Kent was a foreign country (not connected to England at all) where they spoke a different language that was like French but slightly different. For some reason as soon as we reached the beach it went from being really sunny to cloudy (evil weather!), but it was still warm. I paddled my feet in the sea, I hadn't brought my swimming costume with me because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;wearing swimming costumes of any sort. And the beach is all pebbly so my feet were hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching my brother and getting him dressed again as well as making my sister get in the car we travelled back to the old people's home to visit Nana. All the other old people were out so it was just her and all of us. We sat and talked and then Sara showed me her new dSLR camera which she then allowed me to play around with. She had just got it because she was getting annoyed at not being able to take good pictures whilst on holiday (she had previously been to Africa and couldn't get good enough wildlife shots) so it was new to her too. I want a dSLR camera but they are so expensive. Also something I noticed: I swear blue eyed old people have really really blue eyes. Or maybe it is just me. Then the other old people came back and one was saying how rubbish the care home was and how she wanted to get back home which depressed me and reminded me that I want to die before I get senile. Nana has Alzheimers so she can't really remember us. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we all headed back home (minus the Disney music! But I had Eighteen and Life in my head which was annoying me). Now I'm listening to Def Leppard because I'm that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6511322334550863850?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6511322334550863850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6511322334550863850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6511322334550863850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6511322334550863850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/visiting-relatives.html' title='Visiting Relatives'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6282139599393335968</id><published>2009-06-27T17:28:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:05:34.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London Eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Per Kirkeby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futurism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy street performers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tate Modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>My big day out.</title><content type='html'>Today I went up to London to visit the Tate Modern for my art summer homework. I pretty much decided to go today on my own at the last minute as I wanted to get the whole Tate thing over and done with, so I could start on the research and numerous paintings I had to do as soon as possible. So armed with money, camera and a notepad I headed off to my local train station. I caught the 11:08 train to London Waterloo and arrived roughly forty minutes later. Dad had shown me a shortcut so I could reach the Tate quicker, but I didn't understand this route and naturally headed towards the London Eye, cut across the green and then turned right. It was the first time I had been to London on my own and I didn't get lost! (Well it was pretty hard to get lost, from London Waterloo to the Tate Modern). Also along the way there were spotty trees! Red with white spots. It had turned out some guy named Yayoi Kusuma had wrapped them up in this fabric and named it "Ascension of Polkadots on the Trees".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZRDN4qtMI/AAAAAAAAADk/XfdgjGBRu3M/s1600-h/P6270126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZRDN4qtMI/AAAAAAAAADk/XfdgjGBRu3M/s320/P6270126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054322885211330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a nice sunny day so it was a good choice to visit London today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Tate I had to visit the Per Kirkeby and Futurism exhibitions, and it was lucky I bought extra money (which is a habit of mine) as it cost £13 in all to get into both. I bought my tickets and headed up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to visit Per Kirkeby first. I didn't really like his work; it just looks like he is full of angst and to release his sorrows/rage he just gets a load of paint and scribbles it all over the masonite or canvas. After that he would add many more layers of angst-filled brush strokes, making it a very confusing angsty angst piece full of angst. I mean, just look at this piece, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikopeja I&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZMjAL_zuI/AAAAAAAAADc/didBbp7f0wI/s1600-h/PerKirkebyNikopeja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZMjAL_zuI/AAAAAAAAADc/didBbp7f0wI/s320/PerKirkebyNikopeja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049371405864674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to the Futurism exhibition. By this point I was slightly impatient due to my dislike of Kirkeby's work and the fact that my feet had started to ache very slightly. The Futurism exhibition I enjoyed much better, seeing as there are loads of different artists in this exhibition and so not all are angsty. I saw some Braque; I had researched him for some homework last year. I also saw a piece by Boccioni; the Unique Forms Of Continuity In Space sculpture which has a place in one of my year 7 art homeworks. (One of the reasons I went on my own today is because I hate going round art exhibits with other people when I am doing research because I always feel I am making them wait. Also I can go where I want to go and do what I want to do, which I like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited the Futurism exhibition and went to the Tate cafe to see if I could get a bite to eat. After looking at all the sandwiches and not seeing any normal fillings (seriously, they were all weird posh fillings) I decided to head over to St. Paul's Cathedral because there is a place nearby that does good breadcrumbed chicken, mozzarella and sundried tomatoes ciabattas, so I crossed the Millenium Bridge, taking a few pictures as I also need to take photos for my art. After eating I headed back over the bridge and walked along the river up to Tower Bridge, taking photos as I went along. I saw a man with an owl on his head near the pirate ship asking if anyone had seen an owl fly "that way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZU8EBGmbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n0gESKKU7zw/s1600-h/P6270104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZU8EBGmbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n0gESKKU7zw/s320/P6270104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058598023666098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading further on, where was a new sculpture that I hadn't seen before ; a kangaroo in lingerie. I'm also pretty sure I saw Matt Berry (the guy who plays Douglas on the IT Crowd) which is cool because I don't really see famous people unlike some (well he isn't really famous, but nyeh). The only other "famous" person I have seen is Jacqueline Wilson in her car when were waiting for the bus to go on some year 6 trip. I didn't go all the way to Tower Bridge, just close enough to get a picture. I slowly headed back to Waterloo station, buying an ice cream (mint cornetto) and drink (apple juice) on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed back there were many many street performers. They included a blue guy playing a guitar, gold and silver king and wizard people, some guy teaching kids to dance, another guy playing with a crystal ball to music, a policeman in drag (a tutu) with white face paint taking photos with people, a couple more guys pretending to be Zorro and Captain Jack Sparrow and cycling chameleon people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZSJukyazI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Hz8He9-TME/s1600-h/P6270135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZSJukyazI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Hz8He9-TME/s320/P6270135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352055534251043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked on until I got to the London Eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZTtovGLwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QStUY2wqUaI/s1600-h/P6270139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZTtovGLwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QStUY2wqUaI/s320/P6270139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352057250670587650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on it in years. It would be nice to go again. I will persuade my parents to let me go on it the next time we all go to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today I noticed that there were a large number of people wearing AC/DC shirts, but I have a feeling that they may have a concert on tonight, which would explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed back to London Waterloo with achey feet and feeling quite thirsty and caught the 16:27 train home. But I'm glad because I have been to the Tate and selected the images I will use in my book, as well as taking photos of the city, it's people and the environment. (I'm sorry for the silly number of photos in this blog but I like using photos in my blog so you're just going to have to live with it). And that, everyone, was the story of my big day out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6282139599393335968?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6282139599393335968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6282139599393335968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6282139599393335968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6282139599393335968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-day-out.html' title='My big day out.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkZRDN4qtMI/AAAAAAAAADk/XfdgjGBRu3M/s72-c/P6270126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4474940326877698124</id><published>2009-06-25T21:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:58:41.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! I have a blogroll!</title><content type='html'>I was messing about in the layout section of my settings which I have never really been in before and noticed I could add a blogroll, which would make sense seeing as I sometimes talk about people's blogs here. Also Hannah has started updating again (oh yes now you can see it - link on the side!!) which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went spork pirating. By "we" I mean Ellen, Hannah, Imogen, Livvi, Suga and myself. Ellen was the latest - being an hour and a half late. Suga and Imogen arrived early and I arrived on time. Hannah was a little late and then we spent ages waiting and decided to buy food. When we had got everyone we headed over to some gardens which are tucked away behind the buildings near the river. They have some gigantic statues of water nymphs and stuff. We ate the food (bread, houmous, taramasalata (for Imogen), guacamole,  giant chocolate buttons, small pirate buttons (!)(It even had a poem on the side!!), crisps (Kettle Chips and Hula Hoops), gummy snakes, cherries, raspberries and brownie. I've probably forgotten something but they were the main ones. We ate and then played games at Imogen's request. Then Suga had to leave and we played more games and had story time, with Imogen reciting the first couple of pages of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone from memory. Which reminded me I need to read the sixth book again before the movie comes out because all I can remember that happens in it is that *a certain person* dies. No spoilers here. We also met Arvin the squirrel, who came to investigate our picnic and tried to steal some crisps. A picture? Yes I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkPkm_JvxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pnhex2zL0e4/s1600-h/P6250093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkPkm_JvxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pnhex2zL0e4/s320/P6250093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351372140684756530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is in all his fluffy glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went to the art show at my school, where my work was displayed. I decided I like Rhena's work. She has good ideas. (There is a bird that keeps tweeting really loudly and I keep thinking it is inside the house when it (probably) isn't). I also started thinking to myself how much I regret not taking history, because I know little about the subjects that the course offers, and it would've been interesting to learn about them. I would've done it instead of DT Graphics, because, let's face it, that subject was a total waste of time. It also means that I would've been in a different geography class (good! no Mrs West!) or maybe a different art class (bad! We love Kilpatrick!). Oh well. I didn't take it because I disliked our teacher we had in year 7 and 9... and our year 8 one was awful. I do have a few good memories from year 8, one being me against quite a few friends arguing that David Tennant was NOT attractive, across the classroom, and of course, everyone disagreed with me. (I think I reminisce too much for my own good. I have been thinking about my primary school rather a lot recently; nostalgia has made me remember all the good parts and forget the bad... I also keep thinking about some weird dream that my old school appeared in. I have to think about something otherwise my mind strays into unknown scary territory). But there is the internet to learn history on! Good ol' Wikipedia (which is not always right due to silly people messing with the pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also yesterday my blog was not well written, what I was trying to say is that I think I may have scared the new people slightly, being all quiet and emo and "defensive".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4474940326877698124?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4474940326877698124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4474940326877698124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4474940326877698124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4474940326877698124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-i-have-blogroll.html' title='Look! I have a blogroll!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SkPkm_JvxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pnhex2zL0e4/s72-c/P6250093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4336316249762983026</id><published>2009-06-24T21:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:54:25.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='induction day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aoe2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past week'/><title type='text'>So, what's happened in the past week (and a bit)?</title><content type='html'>I'm only writing this blog otherwise I'm going to get killed in some very inventive and imaginative way tomorrow otherwise. I guess I wouldn't write a blog until next weekend otherwise. Anyhow the reason why I haven't blogged in over a week is sheer laziness and lack of something to write about. I usually just write random shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets look back over the past week. I did my stats exam which was stupid because of the amount of spare time I had, which I spent playing with my calculator and thinking about stuff. Also colouring in graphs. That was on tuesday. 2 months after my birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and the weekend I cannot remember what happened due to my poor memory. I'm pretty sure I spent it reading or playing on the PS2. I did go to the library again. That's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday I went to a party at Zoë's house. and I made brownie, which proved to be very popular. Zoë and I suggested that one day Livvi and I should have a brownie-off, since Livvi also makes brownie. Which I obviously prefer since I am bored of my brownie. :P Anyway my brownie would win, because it just would. But yeah at Zoë's we had a book burning and burnt mostly revision notes, although Zoe did burn one of her school dresses and shirts which was very satisfying to watch. Goodbye fugly tea towel sack. Met some new people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I set up for the art show. Arrived early in the morning and got to leave later on in the morning so I had the rest of the day free so that was good. Not much else to say. I did play on Age of Empires 2 yesterday though. I played some Viking scenario and won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.... well today was induction day. Not good that I was feeling rather depressed for no apparent reason and so really didn't want to talk to anyone. In the morning we did team games with some guy called Jared. I won a couple of games, the skipping one and some triangle puzzle thing. Jared didn't like the fact that I had my hands in my pockets for one of the games. I then folded my arms (because I have to do something with my arms! I hate it when they are just dangling there...) and he said I was getting "all defensive" or something along those lines. What the hell am I meant to do with my arms then? Chop them off? Silly Jared and his labret piercing. In the afternoon we went kayaking and played some games (one involved rubber ducks!) and got soaking wet (due to a throwing wet sponges game). Luckily I had brought a spare change of clothes. In the afternoon we went to school and I got my summer work and shitted my pants when I read how much art we have to do. I'll survive though, I always do. I got home, still feeling rather down and decided to draw whilst listening to the radio. I listened to the radio for over an hour which I haven't done in a long long while. and the DJ was nice to me today, playing me songs I like which I don't get to hear often. Started off with Magnum - Don't Wake The Lion, but I missed the cool dark sounding bass-y part about 2/3 minutes into the song. I started drawing a dragon, but it annoys me because it looks out of proportion but I don't know how and when I try to change it it looks even weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving up on the dragon for the day I went and played on AOE2 again, because damn I like creating huge armies and killing people (and getting killed in the process). This time around I chose not to do a scenario and just do a standard game - I chose to be Aztecs this time. I should choose to be Persians again one day because then you can create war elephants which are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow we are having another spork pirate outing, I think our last one was in September of last year. We have tried to organise other ones but end up invading charity shops. I am making brownie for tomorrow. Maybe I should sell my brownie. This year it will be a good spork pirate since more people are coming instead of the usual three and myself. Yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, on the way home after I got off the bus I walked past my primary school clutching my AS summer work sheets and it just depressed me even more showing how fast time goes. Made me feel all nostalgic. The wrong type of nostalgia. The one that makes you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go now since I have been on the computer a lot today and my wrist is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also got sunburnt today even though I applied sun block so I am on my way to becoming a lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. This is why I don't like writing blog posts. This one was long and boring and I want to bore you all that read it. Just wondering: who actually does read my blog? Leave a comment. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4336316249762983026?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4336316249762983026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4336316249762983026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4336316249762983026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4336316249762983026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-whats-happened-in-past-week-and-bit.html' title='So, what&apos;s happened in the past week (and a bit)?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8400341159563464970</id><published>2009-06-13T23:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:34:51.633+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wagamamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>FFS Blockbuster.</title><content type='html'>I am only writing this blog because the Blade Runner disc has died. I have only got movies out of Blockbuster twice and they have both been scratched. It was doing good! Deviates quite a lot from the book but I was liking the bleak futuristic look. Also I have not seen a Harrison Ford movie since year 7 when Rosie and I were staying at the windmill and Temple of Doom was on... so we watched that. Rosie had a crush on Ford which I couldn't understand. Still can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about today. Virginia, Dad and I all went to some place called "Toby Carvery" where we had a meal. The roast potatoes were really good. I also had the obligatory chocolate fudge cake. If I go into a pub and do not have the chocolate fudge cake as a pudding, you know there is something wrong with me (and ALL pubs serve that. I have not been to one where they haven't). I completely stuffed myself. After that Dad dropped me off so I could go to Emma's party in the park by the river. Since Emma is leaving and not coming back to sixth form, she invited the whole year. The whole year certainly didn't come and the number of people at the party kept fluctuating since people kept going away and coming back with more people. It was nice to hang out in the park and Emma was the only one who got drunk and eventually it got awkward and Livvi, Goldie, Isabel and I decided to leave seeing as most people had left by then. We met up with Divya, who was going to go to the party, but was about four hours late, and we all went to Starbucks. The Goldie left and we decided to be spontaneous and go to Wagamama's (mainly because I had never been there before). The way Divya uses chopsticks is hilarious. She speared the gyozas with the chopsticks... Isabel decided it would be a VERY good idea to get a knife and fork for Divya. Good thinking. Isabel and I also remembered the Mush Maleks... something we had in year 8 but neither of us can remember what the fuck they were, apart from we had an initiation ceremony for newcomers. We also compared Divya's taste in men (which is awful. Sorry Divs if you're reading this... but it is) to Isabel's and Livvi's. Not mine, because I don't really have any celebrity crushes. I'm the type of person who will watch a movie or music video whatever and think someone is attractive and then forget about them afterwards. Also it is rare for me to find someone attractive. But anyway, Divya has got this idea in her head that I want to rape somebody. She thought it was Bob Marley - to which everyone apart from Divs burst out laughing. I had trouble eating my chicken ramen. I think she meant Bowie, who I have never stated that I wanted to rape, this is all made up in Divya's head. Besides, I only like Jareth (this is due to not seeing much non-Jareth Bowie). We also tried to see if Livvi liked anyone under 30, but failed. Because she is an anti-pedophile. She likes old men. I have nothing against this but liking someone who is 79 is a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the double meal today has made me very tired and very stuffed and tomorrow I will not want to eat anything. There is some thing at the church tomorrow that the parents will drag me along to. But it always means free Pimms! and I do like Pimms. As certain people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much finished my flying wyvern painting, so I will upload tomorrow. I also am very much in the mood for reading, especially in the garden if it is a nice day. It isn't a great picture, I was more experimenting with watercolours since I haven't used them properly in ages. I was also experimenting with wyvern anatomy, but it was hard since it is a view from the top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am drunk from too much food which doesn't make any sense but it does to me. A lot of things only make sense to me. I cannot stand up straight and have to use the wall for support. Also tiredness is affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely long blog post. I wish I could blog this long more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8400341159563464970?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8400341159563464970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8400341159563464970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8400341159563464970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8400341159563464970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/ffs-blockbuster.html' title='FFS Blockbuster.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8509273836733641241</id><published>2009-06-12T23:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:54:06.951+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week&apos;s events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF'/><title type='text'>The end of a tiring week.</title><content type='html'>I'm only blogging because Livvi wants me to blog. Otherwise I wouldn't. Ok: review of the past few days. Physics went better than expected. I now only have stats left. Livvi has started watching Heroes, which is good, which means I have to watch ST, which puts me in a CBA mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on Thursday I went to the library and got some books out. These were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (I never knew this was written by the guy who did Treasure Island. Well, you learn something new every day. Also finished reading this one.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solar Lottery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chrysalids (Currently reading - is awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns (I loved The Kite Runner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;War Of The Worlds (one of the most famous SF books and I haven't read it yet!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are two libraries which I visit. Well the one further away from me I used to visit all the time, never do now. It has been refurbished and it has made itself smaller with the new design, with less space for books. I hate it now, so I will always go to my local library which is a lot bigger and the SF section is all hidden away so no one can see me being a neek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I painted a picture of a wyvern, with watercolours and ink. I don't think it's that good, due to my inability to use watercolours well. It's red, flying over cliffs and sea. Except it doesn't really look like cliffs, more of a grey and green blob because it is a plan view. I will finish and upload tomorrow possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Virginia, Dad and I are going to be doing something. I don't know what. It is also Emma's leaving birthday party tomorrow, which I am going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that I need to listen to more bluesy stuff. It is good because Planet Rock likes the blues and so has a couple of blues shows on a week. One is presented by Joe Bonnamassa who is one of those hyper, lively types of people and makes me smile with his enthusiasm. But that is on a Tuesday evening, repeated on either Saturday or Sunday. I think Saturday. Yes, either at 7 or 8. See, I'm talking to myself again. I must invent some imaginary friends so I won't appear so mad to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the sounds that the dishwasher is making. It is making creepy sounds that occasionally sound like footsteps. Well I am tired and my mind is distorting things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8509273836733641241?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8509273836733641241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8509273836733641241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8509273836733641241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8509273836733641241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-tiring-week.html' title='The end of a tiring week.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-840798844615659618</id><published>2009-06-09T21:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:18:16.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osmington Bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><title type='text'>It's blogging time!</title><content type='html'>because I'm bored, hungry and addicted to blogging at this moment in time. I blame it on exams. I just need to procrastinate as much as possible. I also think that I should make my blog posts longer. All my friends have long(ish) blog posts. I just post random stuff and have short blog posts. I ramble. a heck of a lot. Also today I was telling myself off for talking to myself. Seeing as talking to oneself is the first sign of madness, what does telling oneself off for talking to oneself signify? I mean, I knew I was already slightly crazy but... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reminiscing about our year 6 school trip to Osmington Bay, where we stayed for five days. I shared a room with Lily and had brought along a huge packet of mint and lamb crisps which very slowly got devoured over the course of the week, turning slightly soft near the end. I also remember Emily, Natalie and Fenella bringing along an Orlando Bloom poster just to stick on their door since they were all obsessed with him. Which just reminds me how obsessed with Lord Of The Rings our year was back then. Everyone was reading the books and everyone was seeing the movies. It was "cool" back then. Now it isn't because of certain Latin teachers who are completely obsessed with it and have an army of cardboard cutouts of various characters arranged in the classroom. Not to mention about five creepy Gollum dolls. Anyway, Lily and I told those three that they may be related to Orlando because of the whole Adam and Eve thing - everyone is descended from them (and they all get wiped out in a giant flood so therefore everyone is descended from Noah) - and they got really excited. Looking back it is quite an incestous thought. Anyway throughout the week we did various activities. There was a disco on the last night which I remember wasn't that great. But the view was pretty cool. There was the Isle of Portland in the distance. Being a geography student I can now correctly tell you that that Isle was connected to the mainland by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tombolo&lt;/span&gt;! (I like that word, should add it to my list of favourite words.) Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;random &lt;/span&gt;memories I have include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Molly throwing a basketball at my hand really hard during the basketball session and absolutely killing my finger, causing a gigantic bruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liam and his pig ears (it was an Alice band with pig ears on)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lily getting a mood necklace from her then 'boyfriend' Stephen...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me then buying a mood necklace because I was fascinated by the colour changing-ness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the boys going out when it was dark and they weren't allowed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 'entertainment' we had to do for the teachers each day... but only ended up doing twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The blob" (an in-joke that won't be funny if I tell you - you had to be there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah... loads of stuff like that. I like reminiscing. It makes me feel sad and happy at the same time. I just want to go back to those LOTR obsessed days and not have to worry about GCSE exams and have all the time in the world to read those books. I never finished the third one! I read a third of it and then gave up and saw the movie. My parents had made a rule that I had to read the book to see the movie, so I read the first and second books and got to see those movies. My Dad took me to see the third one anyway, on one of the last days it was in the cinema. I should shut up about LOTR... it's not good to like it in our school. Anyway, Lily and I are finally planning to have our LOTR marathon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is one of my few blog posts that is actually interesting. Maybe I should reminisce more. Like that time in year 5 when we were meant to go to the Isle Of Wight but never did and had an activity week instead. On the Friday we had a barbecue and got to sleep over at the school! Oh dear, I have gone into super reminisce mode. Better stop now before I type out my life story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-840798844615659618?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/840798844615659618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=840798844615659618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/840798844615659618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/840798844615659618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-blogging-time.html' title='It&apos;s blogging time!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3783938634359324472</id><published>2009-06-08T18:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:02:13.561+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Blog Explosion</title><content type='html'>Again everyone seems to be posting blogs. A lot of them. Obviously it's my influence. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say today apart from DT was hard (compared to mock) and I had a nosebleed this morning. It is weird because recently a couple of my friends have had nosebleeds, and I haven't had a nosebleed in literally years. Maybe there is a nosebleed virus going around. If they exist. Anyway DT sucked. At least I have a D though just due to coursework. Some of the questions weren't clear. They were like "draw a box for containing &lt;items&gt;*items*". Oh, what type of drawing do you want? Plan view? Isometric? Exploded!? I ended up doing plan view but AQA should really phrase their questions better. Nyaaah. Geography tomorrow I am fairly confident about, some case studies I have revised so many times due to mocks etc they are permanently stuck in my head. Other newer case studies haven't. Which also sucks. It's mainly The Broads and Malham. I swear she didn't teach us Malham. Oh wait, she didn't teach us anything. Argh. I'll just ramble to myself from now on, you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/items&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3783938634359324472?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3783938634359324472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3783938634359324472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3783938634359324472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3783938634359324472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-explosion.html' title='Blog Explosion'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-600928717101220712</id><published>2009-06-07T15:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:25:06.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>Nyah. My blog needs a post.</title><content type='html'>The only thing on my head at the moment is physics. That and the fact that the I key doesn't work too well on the laptop. Most of physics I feel alright about apart from the electrical topic with transformers and that spinner thing with the magnets and coils. Since I haven't updated my blog in a few days *shockhorror* I will tell you about... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening I watched Terminator because it was on. It was quite unintentionally funny but I also found it slightly boring. Not a movie I want to watch again. I usually don't want to watch movies again, if I do they are lucky movies or I may just watch them out of boredom on a rainy Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered the wonders of the Facebook app "Restaurant City". It does what it says on the tin: you get to run your own restaurant. I have turned mine into one of those rustic countryside pub-restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek &lt;/span&gt;episode last night, mainly because Livvi wanted me too. It was hilarious... (mainly due to the old special effects). I think I found it hilarious just because I wanted to laugh at her for getting so emotionally involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I (as well as many other people) got woken up by some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very loud &lt;/span&gt;thunder... in my half asleep dazed state I actually thought my house would be struck by lightning and that I would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to tell you? Not much I guess. DT tomorrow is going to be easy, all you have to do is draw random stuff. Must be one of the most fun exams. Yay. [/sarcasm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-600928717101220712?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/600928717101220712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=600928717101220712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/600928717101220712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/600928717101220712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyah-my-blog-needs-post.html' title='Nyah. My blog needs a post.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7718622685163413287</id><published>2009-06-05T23:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:24:34.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spock drinking tea'/><title type='text'>The cartoon I promised.</title><content type='html'>Livvi's request - Spock with a cup of tea. I'm actually kinda happy how this turned out, it wasn't one of my drawings where I look at it and see hundreds of faults, I only see a couple. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was clever and drew him in a position where I didn't have to draw hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SimazQ3mmXI/AAAAAAAAADM/L6IDJ_qSOxA/s1600-h/chibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SimazQ3mmXI/AAAAAAAAADM/L6IDJ_qSOxA/s320/chibi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972638343993714" 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/8469748284505771496-7718622685163413287?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7718622685163413287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7718622685163413287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7718622685163413287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7718622685163413287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/cartoon-i-promised.html' title='The cartoon I promised.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SimazQ3mmXI/AAAAAAAAADM/L6IDJ_qSOxA/s72-c/chibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1786473183487774814</id><published>2009-06-05T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:34:02.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chibi tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea cartoon'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Livvi!</title><content type='html'>Seeing as Livvi dedicated a blog post to me on my birthday it seems fair that I should do the same. Sorry, I do not have any cartoons. This is because I cannot be arsed. This is due to exams. But I will draw a cartoon and upload it tonight! (says she). Well have a nice birthday and watch lots of Star Trek and have a nice dinner out. My brain isn't working really. I don't know what to say. Let's talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was alright, English was alright. I uploaded a picture of a chibi tea I drew. Here it is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SihZWINHniI/AAAAAAAAADE/6V78zvLJq9c/s1600-h/a+nice+cup+of+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SihZWINHniI/AAAAAAAAADE/6V78zvLJq9c/s320/a+nice+cup+of+tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343619194569596450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I talked about the penultimate Ashes to Ashes episode? If not, it kicked ass. LOM quality. I cannot wait for the finale. So sad it's almost over though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry for the shortness, but it is early in the morning and I am so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1786473183487774814?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1786473183487774814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1786473183487774814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1786473183487774814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1786473183487774814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-livvi.html' title='Happy Birthday Livvi!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SihZWINHniI/AAAAAAAAADE/6V78zvLJq9c/s72-c/a+nice+cup+of+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7368596510929821370</id><published>2009-06-02T15:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:07:38.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floaty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes to Ashes'/><title type='text'>Attack of the floaty fluffy things!</title><content type='html'>As I was cycling home today after my geography exam there were loads of pieces of white fluff floating about in the air like floaty fluffy snow. This is because there are loads of plants that produce this fluff, except they have never been there before. This is the first year that they have appeared and it was really weird. Maybe slightly ethereal. It was all sunny and blue skies and happy with floaty fluff fluffing through the floaty air. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I don't know what floaty air is either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just discovered I have a bump on my finger that hurts. Not that you needed to know. I'm just trying to fill this blog post up. I may as well talk about my exams. They were alright. I think I did better than I did in the mock since I actually went and taught myself all the stuff my geography teacher "taught" us. We also discovered what tutor groups we are in, but not our actual tutor. I am in tutor group 2, which is good because 2 is a nice number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I plan on watching the penultimate (what!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;penultimate already&lt;/span&gt;!?) episode of Ashes to Ashes with a nice big mug of tea. After the decorators have gone. My parents are getting the loft (i.e. their room) redecorated. They are not even sure what colour they want yet. They better decide quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7368596510929821370?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7368596510929821370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7368596510929821370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7368596510929821370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7368596510929821370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/attack-of-floaty-fluffy-things.html' title='Attack of the floaty fluffy things!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7354457101834609148</id><published>2009-06-01T11:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:49:28.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid negative geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary Star Trek obsessed people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbecues'/><title type='text'>Another down!</title><content type='html'>Today was maths calculator, which went better than I expected. Yesterday and this morning I was running around procrastinating as much as possible, because when I get really stressed I cannot revise and so therefore the only option is to procrastinate. Procrastination yesterday included cooking the barbecue as I always do. We had meatballs, ribs, venison sausages and cooked vegetables as well as the usual dips, other veg, couscous, wraps etc. Except I wasn't really hungry, but I ate anyway because my Mum was mocking me about not being hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today before the exam Livvi greeted me with "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!&lt;/span&gt;" because apparently I have made her paranoid about Spock. I don't know what she is paranoid about (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would really really like to know though!&lt;/span&gt;) but due to her reminding me of Star Trek I ended up thinking about it in the exam. I also thought about writing my blog in the exam. So basically I was blogging in my head during the exam. Well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had&lt;/span&gt; finished and was colouring in an enlargement of a shape to waste time, you couldn't blame me. I also thought about the Swanage trip and how it will soon be a year since we went on it. It doesn't feel like that though; feels more like two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has just found springs sticking out of my mattress. She has had to take it out and put the mattress under my bed (that is the other bed) on the top (the bed that I use). If this doesn't make any sense I am sorry. What I mean is there is another bed under my bed. The mattress for this bed is stored under the top bed (the one I sleep on). So the spare mattress my Mum moved to the top bed. Oh I am awful at explaining things. I blame it on exam stress. Geography tomorrow! Which I will half fail, because for one year we had a good teacher and then for the second year we had an awful-terrible-horrendously bad teacher. I mean, she was nice, but she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; teach us. I mean that quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;. Also English tomorrow, but one can't revise for that so it makes me happy. So I can just teach myself about arable farming and try to remember facts for the Mississippi floods of '93. And declining birth rates in Germany. Why is geography so so so depressing? LEDCs and their shanty towns. Declining birth rates in MEDCs. Having too many children and not enough food in LEDCs. Flooding. People eroding countryside. Culture being lost in countries where foreigners visit. People chopping down too many trees. I wish geography was more positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7354457101834609148?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7354457101834609148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7354457101834609148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7354457101834609148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7354457101834609148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-down.html' title='Another down!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5631100774299921867</id><published>2009-05-30T18:20:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:42:50.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin peaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Prepare for ear torture!</title><content type='html'>Well my parents have just bought my little sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;. "Oh no" you think. No, it's worse than that, it's not just the original version of the movie but the "Remix" version. Which contains the original AND a sing along. Now I can hear you slowly dying, but feel for me. I am the one that is going to have to live with this. She'll probably get into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to distract myself with cult television shows. Ah - haven't told you yet. Whenever I go on the computer I mess around, and I got increasingly frustrated with myself for this. I then decided it would be a good idea to watch some TV shows. Good old cult TV shows. So Thursday evening I decided to check out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Zone&lt;/span&gt;. No, not the revivals. The original one that started airing in 1959. So it is all B&amp;amp;W! Which is cute. They were pretty cool. Then yesterday I decided to watch the pilot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/span&gt; - since it was an hour and a half in length. I like the theme tune - all deep and bass-y and atmospheric. It was very good but near the end I started to get tired and therefore bored. Thankfully the rest of the series is normal length episodes. But I know who killed Laura Palmer because about a year ago I was reading some forums and some stupid bastard didn't put spoiler tags on it (I'm pretty sure I've already told you this. I probably tell you a lot of things again). I might just have to watch the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; as well, but this is Livvi's fault for talking about it and making me interested. Also because I saw the film I guess. But I think I'll finish the first series of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/span&gt; first, since it is only 8 episodes long. But the fact that I want to watch ST makes me feel like I'm going to turn into some super nerd that will take over the world. A sci-fi nerd. Since I don't do much else nerdy. I just like reading sci-fi novels and watching sci-fi films/TV shows. and I doubt any nerd listens to classic rock. They all listen to obscure math rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, new Doctor Who assistant has been unveiled - Karen Gillan! The character doesn't have a name yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SiFuazm-RaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gjAmGpd69-I/s1600-h/_45840965_who_bbc226b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SiFuazm-RaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gjAmGpd69-I/s320/_45840965_who_bbc226b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341672039847445922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's pretty. This is the only pic I've seen though. Apparently she is also a good actress. It'll be interesting come series 5 with new Doctor AND assistant. But we'll all miss Tennant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should watch some old Doctor Who? With creepy candymen monsters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SiFvlLFWWOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PLuxcGUVRII/s1600-h/kandy_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SiFvlLFWWOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PLuxcGUVRII/s320/kandy_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341673317459187938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if you get nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5631100774299921867?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5631100774299921867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5631100774299921867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5631100774299921867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5631100774299921867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/prepare-for-ear-torture.html' title='Prepare for ear torture!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SiFuazm-RaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gjAmGpd69-I/s72-c/_45840965_who_bbc226b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6087793639296609196</id><published>2009-05-25T22:03:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:34:08.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Windmill...</title><content type='html'>I come back home to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; new blog posts from my friends. Four of which are from Jess. This hasn't happened before. Maybe with the stress of exams we feel the need to procrastinate more and so we blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend I spent down at Somerset, at our windmill. Friday we arrived really late and I was half sleeping in the car (which I haven't done in years. Literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my Dad's birthday so in the evening my parents went out for dinner and my siblings and I had random food. By which I mean they had pasta and I had Peking duck and pancakes (yay!). Before they went out we had my Dad's birthday cake (because they would arrive back late otherwise) which was carrot cake and my Mum had put little chocolate letters on top spelling out "Happy Birthday Henry" which I thought was cute. I didn't really think that the chocolate letters and the carrot cake went together though. I also hadn't had carrot cake in ages. Which reminds me that I haven't had lemon cake in ages, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;lemon cake. I also want some lemonade. I don't know why I'm thinking of this; I've just had dinner. Anyhow, my sister and I turned on the TV after my parents had gone, only to find there was no sound. I tried to fix it, but to no avail. We ended up half watching Austin Powers in Goldmember in silence. I say half watching because I was also reading a book. By this point I had already re-read Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?, which I adore to pieces and reminds me that I need to see Blade Runner. I had then started reading Brave New World which my Dad had found on the shelf which I hadn't read before. I also took some pictures of a spider. Here is Boris:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsJZ8NoGXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nWm2_Q1bDIs/s1600-h/boris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsJZ8NoGXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nWm2_Q1bDIs/s320/boris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339872124442515826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsJ27UMNOI/AAAAAAAAACE/rvbFJlGmxkE/s1600-h/P5240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsJ27UMNOI/AAAAAAAAACE/rvbFJlGmxkE/s320/P5240047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339872622417818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was sunbathing because he didn't move. He was small and cute unlike some fat black spider I saw which was ewwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow on Sunday we went for a walk. It was rather hot as well. In the evening we had a Chinese take away for dinner (yayyyys again). Whilst eating this take away we were all watching Night At The Museum as it was on television. I thought it would be one of those stupid kid's movies but I actually found it quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Dad's friend James came round. My Dad has known James since they were little. We had lunch and went for a short walk and flew a kite. On the walk we pass through a forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsMg9dxrWI/AAAAAAAAACM/MsKux2-kl6k/s1600-h/P5250069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsMg9dxrWI/AAAAAAAAACM/MsKux2-kl6k/s320/P5250069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339875543572655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James took Dad and I back home. I now need to catch up on Ashes to Ashes since I am two episodes behind, but first have some pictures of the view from our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsNFwi36WI/AAAAAAAAACU/GtIVKW7K6aw/s1600-h/P5240038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsNFwi36WI/AAAAAAAAACU/GtIVKW7K6aw/s320/P5240038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339876175759534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;windmill garden place thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsNfCzRXHI/AAAAAAAAACc/naJbQvyXYV0/s1600-h/P5240039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsNfCzRXHI/AAAAAAAAACc/naJbQvyXYV0/s320/P5240039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339876610156878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsN5vrpnhI/AAAAAAAAACk/UqQeD6IhkMM/s1600-h/P5240040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsN5vrpnhI/AAAAAAAAACk/UqQeD6IhkMM/s320/P5240040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339877068881108498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the windmill, with some nice clouds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsOSBUPtsI/AAAAAAAAACs/aPodiVa_qZQ/s1600-h/P5250076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsOSBUPtsI/AAAAAAAAACs/aPodiVa_qZQ/s320/P5250076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339877485931640514" 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/8469748284505771496-6087793639296609196?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6087793639296609196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6087793639296609196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6087793639296609196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6087793639296609196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-come-back-home-to-find-five-yes-five.html' title='Windmill...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/ShsJZ8NoGXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nWm2_Q1bDIs/s72-c/boris2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5208014921310386164</id><published>2009-05-21T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:41:04.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw revision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek movie'/><title type='text'>I think this is the first time in my life I have felt like a proper neek.</title><content type='html'>I went and saw the Star Trek movie at the cinema today with Imogen and Livvi. Now I have not watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;of the old Star Trek series (to which Livvi was very suprised at) so I couldn't really compare the movie to the old series. I thought the movie was pretty good to be honest. But maybe it's because it is a sci-fi movie with lots of action. I also thought Spock was adorable, but this was probably due to me used to knowing Zachary Quinto as Sylar, so he is usually being all evil, murdering people and eating their brains. The fact that Zachary Quinto wasn't doing this in the movie and he was being all not evil made him adorable. If that makes any sense whatsoever. And Livvi lost her Oyster card. But that's her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any revision today since I felt like I needed a little break after exams. I started reading Frankenstein this morning. It's not that interesting so far. They are going to the North Pole and they found some guy floating on some ice so they took him in and now he is telling them his life story. But then beginnings of books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;are boring. Just setting the scene and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my sister annoys me. She is thirteen but still reads/watches fairy tales, she likes McFly and Troy from HSM. Arggh. Someone teach this child about good taste! She won't listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5208014921310386164?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5208014921310386164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5208014921310386164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5208014921310386164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5208014921310386164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-this-is-first-time-in-my-life-i.html' title='I think this is the first time in my life I have felt like a proper neek.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8497419250756871810</id><published>2009-05-21T01:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:49:48.198+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dracula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten food textures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food!</title><content type='html'>It is very early in the morning. When it is very early in the morning I am usually very hungry. Actually most of the time I am very hungry. I was thinking about this today, and I decided that if there was unlimited food in our house I just would not stop eating. I eat enough as it is. But I am really craving some pasta right now. The twirly kind. Fusilli? I had spaghetti for dinner as well. I quite like the texture of fusilli pasta. All pasta really but especially fusilli. I think I will make a top ten of food textures I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The aforementioned fusilli pasta. I just love the texture of pasta, so soft yet slightly rubbery and it is delicious with some sauces (tomato pesto or spinach and ricotta).&lt;br /&gt;2. Croutons. They are so crunchy! I love it when you put them in soup and they are soft on the outside but crunchy on the inside. And I love tomato croutons.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate Brownie. Especially the middle. That gooey, soft inner brownie. Melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mushrooms. There's not really a way to describe a mushroom's texture but it is different from any other food.&lt;br /&gt;5. Baguettes. I love France for this. I just love the crunchy outside and the softer inside. Also I prefer the taste of baguettes to normal bread.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate truffles. The hard outer shell but the melt-in-your-mouth innards. Especially the really dark chocolate ones.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sushi. I haven't had much sushi in my life but I love the whole rice and fish combo. Just two totally different textures mix together and it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;8. Fudge. I love the soft but very slightly chewy texture of this sweet.&lt;br /&gt;9. Alright this is more that one food but the Chinese duck pancakes with cucumber and spring onions. I love the chewy pancake, the crunchy vegetables and the stringy duck. And hoisin sauce is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mussels. They're so weird but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those weren't in any particular order to be honest. Just ten foods with awesome textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I finished Dracula and the ending is not so great but Renfield is indeed awesome with his fly obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have made myself hungrier. I'm so clever. Also I realise that this blog may sound a bit dirty, but hey, we've all seen food porn before (M &amp;amp; S ads).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8497419250756871810?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8497419250756871810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8497419250756871810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8497419250756871810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8497419250756871810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/food.html' title='Food!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3629840971281901052</id><published>2009-05-18T20:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:25:01.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I am dreading tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>English literature. Argh. I hate English so much. Shame as it used to be my favourite subject in primary school. We didn't have to write stupid essays then. Anyway about maths today. You know how I told you I was looking forward to maths yesterday? Well, I embraced the inner neek during the maths exam and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;. Yes you did read that correctly. During the exam I was like *turns the page* omg! histograms! *turns another page* LOCI! *gasms*. Well maybe not exactly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Englishenglishenglish tomorrow. I am not going to enjoy it. Stupid Romeo and Darcy and Elizabeth and Juliet and poems. I don't want to write essays about proposals in P&amp;amp;P. I don't want to write essays on fate. I just want to write a story. Like we did in lower school English exams. It was year 8 I think where I managed to put the word 'phlegm' in the story after I said I would to a friend. and I had to describe a forest, so I think I put something along the lines of "and the snow lay in patches like phlegm on the ground". Ahh what a lovely mental image for all you who read my blog. Which is like, 2 people. Probably not even that. I'm not sure why anyone would want to read my blog. It's a bit odd. Maybe you read it because you are so bored or you want to procrastinate. Had enough of R &amp;amp; J? I understand. I totally understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3629840971281901052?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3629840971281901052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3629840971281901052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3629840971281901052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3629840971281901052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-dreading-tomorrow.html' title='I am dreading tomorrow.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5264493361984129030</id><published>2009-05-17T17:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:32:43.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yays for maths non calculator exams'/><title type='text'>yays for Maths!</title><content type='html'>I have my maths non calculator tomorrow &lt;s&gt; and I am actually looking forward to it &lt;/s&gt; not worried about it. I have been revising today which makes me feel really good and happy. On a more annoying note, I have managed to acquire my Xbox 360 craving again. Which is really annoying. I managed to get rid of it for 6 months! I have also calculated that if I save up enough and don't spend I will be able to buy one by Christmas. Which makes me happy. But first the craving needs to go. I just need to game on something. I'll do that on Wednesday evening after the exams for the week are over. and then it's half term! Plenty of revision to be done though since the week after has about ten exams. And the week after that also has about ten exams. Then Statisitics all on it's own on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my sister's birthday today and my family have all gone off to the London Aquarium as a treat for her. I got her a McFly CD for her birthday, but her CD player is currently broken (she is going to get a new one as a present) so she hasn't been able to listen to it yet. This reminds me, I have been 16 for over a month but I am still 15 in my head. I prefer the number 15, it's much nicer since it can be divided by 5. I like numbers that can divide by 5. Also my door keeps banging because of the wind and I keep thinking someone is up there and then I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also don't stay up late talking to Livvi, she is a crazy madwoman, especially after listening to Alice Cooper's radio show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I haven't listened to any music since Wednesday and I don't want to. It's all revision's fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5264493361984129030?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5264493361984129030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5264493361984129030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5264493361984129030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5264493361984129030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/yays-for-maths.html' title='yays for Maths!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3524723701981734096</id><published>2009-05-15T23:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:43:43.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fifth Element'/><title type='text'>Worst combover ever!</title><content type='html'>I have just finished watching The Fifth Element. It was awesome! It's directed by Luc Besson, same guy who did Leon (aka The Professional) which is another movie I love completely. I liked the mix of sci-fi, action and comedy in TFE. I thought Leeloo was cute because she was just so innocent and naïve. Don't get me started on Oldman's hair though. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered that we have Nikita, another film directed by Besson, lying around in our house. It hasn't been opened though, but I may watch it tomorrow and pretend it is revision for my French exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, past couple of days I have been revising and procrastinating (by taking naps). I'm pretty confident about the maths and biology exams next week, not so sure about the English lit. though. Yesterday I went to a Marie Curie thank you party as I helped collect some money for them a few months ago. We ate sandwiches and cake. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3524723701981734096?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3524723701981734096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3524723701981734096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3524723701981734096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3524723701981734096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-combover-ever.html' title='Worst combover ever!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4415266924160907048</id><published>2009-05-12T16:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:20:18.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study leave'/><title type='text'>One down, many, many more to go...</title><content type='html'>Well I have finished my art exam! All 10 hours of it! and it looks rather terrible. You can see it on my Facebook. The outlines are not straight enough; they are a bit wobbly; and because this is quite a graphic piece it really annoys me because it is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;enough. Oh well I can't really change it now. I guess it looks alright from far away. You can't see the wobbliness of the lines so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during the art exam yesterday I listened to The Who. For all five hours. and then some more when I was walking home. Last night I decided this was too much and made myself a playlist of various artists. I listened to that in the morning... and went back to The Who in the afternoon. I think they have come a lot into my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First my Dad's Ultimate Collection album is in the car when it is on fire, but luckily doesn't get damaged (that much. The booklet is stuck together and cannot be taken out the case).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to this I decide to give the CD (only the first for some reason, not the second) a listen. Turns out I like them more than I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After M.U.D at Imogen's house Imogen and I discover that the only band we both like is The Who.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When going to buy my camera the shop was playing a live album by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload both CDs from Ultimate Collection onto my mp3 for art, actually quite like the second album too (in art it was a bit crazy, I hated The Cult today when they came on, I just wanted it to skip to The Who).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a picture of Daltrey in next week's Radio Times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's probably more but I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Art has made my back hurt. I have been standing up all day, usually it would hurt if I was sitting down. My back is so annoying. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have my French listening exam, which one can't really revise for. After that I have no more exams for the rest of the week. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4415266924160907048?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4415266924160907048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4415266924160907048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4415266924160907048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4415266924160907048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-down-many-many-more-to-go.html' title='One down, many, many more to go...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7777311835499405148</id><published>2009-05-08T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:58:56.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muck up day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year 11'/><title type='text'>Y11 M.U.D 2009</title><content type='html'>Well today I woke up early to catch the train since it was our muck up day. This is why I prefer getting the bike; I can wake up later and I also feel healthy because I have exercised. I feel all lazy and icky if I take the train. Anyway I arrived at school and then put my hair in pigtails. I cannot remember the last time I had my hair in pigtails. People had spent a lot of time setting up things for muck up day (post sticks and lots of other stuff) only to be told off by our headteacher and deputy. The other teachers were fine with it. Previous years they had left the muck up day stuff up until period 1. Our year they told us to take it down straight away. Fucking bastards. I then put some knee high socks on that Zoe brought in (because all the Y11s were having pigtails, knee high socks and blazers, except my Mum had sold my blazer). The weather was horrid and we had to stand outside watching the bloody interhouse rounders getting soaked. Afterwards we went to our form room and gave Immy presents because she is leaving and not staying on for sixth form. We then gave her a big group hug. Then we went downstairs to the hall and signed each others shirts for an hour and ate pizza and cake. They played Duran Duran whilst we did this. It shouldn't have made me happy but oh it so did. (I'm listening to them now; I'm currently in a happy mood and they are light and poppy so it just adds to the happiness!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving school we all headed to Imogen's house (the other Imogen that's not leaving!) and sat around chatting for a couple of hours drinking tea. Suga and Zoe left so it was just Jess, Hannah, Livvi, Imogen and I left. We decided to go out for dinner to a restaurant that I honestly cannot remember the name of. It was Italian and by the river. We were still wearing our school uniform so Jess, Livvi and Hannah went off to Jess' house to get changed and borrow clothes. I stayed at Imogen's and borrowed her clothes because Jess wears mainly dresses and I dislike wearing dresses. Imogen and I played pictionary and chatted about random things. She has Doctor Who/Harry Potter posters all over her wall... which just makes me want to have posters on my wall. But I'm not allowed blu-tack on my wall. I'm not even sure what I would put on my wall. I would like a print of one of Dali's works on my wall. Or maybe one of Escher's. I like surreal art. Anyway after that we headed off to the restaurant and I had ravioli which was nice. Afterwards we had a walk along the river. It's weird hanging out with Jess, Hannah and Imogen because they talk about normal stuff and I am used to talking about crazy shit with Livvi. This is why I wanted a normal conversation with Livs the other day. Just to see if it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before writing this blog I was drinking tea and watching Have I Got News For You? and it felt rather good. I tend to only watch shows like this if my parents have them on, which is not often; but not rare either. I now plan to do some art for my exam on Monday/Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan to go to Kingston and look at cameras seeing as I need a new one as my current one is shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7777311835499405148?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7777311835499405148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7777311835499405148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7777311835499405148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7777311835499405148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/y11-mud-2009.html' title='Y11 M.U.D 2009'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8490027584552848218</id><published>2009-05-05T21:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:26:32.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Break the tradition.</title><content type='html'>Since none of my friends have updated their blogs in over a week (including me) I thought I would start blogging again, to get them in the blogging spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my last ever chemistry lesson and as a treat our teacher executed jelly babies. He heated up something (potassium something or other) to make it into a liquid and then dropped the jelly baby in. It burnt with a bright purpley-white flame. Was it a bit too awesome. Had my last physics lesson last week; I'm going to miss physics raves with Divya and Gurleen, they were so funny. Today in French we played scrabble, 9 people to a board so we were in pairs. I think we won but everyone was convinced that we cheated, which we did NOT! Had last DT lesson, that was boring. I think every other subject I have another lesson or two of. I'm probably mistaken though; forgotten something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Livvi talk about the weirdest things at night. You don't want to know. She also gives me creepy and disturbing mental images about the King from the Katamari games. Involving peanut butter and hot tubs. Yuck. But that was on the bank holiday weekend. Hopefully things will be a bit more normal. Until after the exams and the summer holidays come. At which time Livvi wants me to draw something... I will not post here. But I did draw an androgynous pirate! He was in my head and needed drawing, but I couldn't be bothered. Then Anna and I had a long conversation on Facebook about drawing and steampunk, and she is drawing some abstract horse. Then I decided that I could be bothered to draw the pirate. It is on my Facebook if you want to see it; I will upload it to my Photobucket or Deviantart account someday and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I really don't have much to blog about. Art is going alright I suppose. I will go and do some now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8490027584552848218?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8490027584552848218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8490027584552848218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8490027584552848218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8490027584552848218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-tradition.html' title='Break the tradition.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3700714782718910816</id><published>2009-04-28T22:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:46:39.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellsing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid art shops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overpriced canvases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Badassedness</title><content type='html'>Now I'm not really a fan of anime, yes I watched Pokemon, Digimon and Cardcaptors when I was little but that was because it was on TV when I got home from school. I've never really seen why everyone has become obsessed with Japan, trying to watch as many animes as possible, trying to learn the language and learning 101 different facts about the culture. That aside, I have just watched the first episode of Hellsing. Reason? I thought Alucard looked totally badass in a picture I saw and I just *had* to see what it was like. I thought it was pretty good, much much better than Wolf's Rain (the only other anime I have tried watching). I mean it's got vampires, zombies, blood and a badass/kickass... (kibadass?? um yeah.) main character. Who wears a cape/long coat and has a hat. WIN! Basically everything he does is crazy cool. I've only seen the first episode so I can't say if it's good or bad the whole way through, but I recommend it to anyone, even if you aren't into anime like me. Apparently if you've read the manga it doesn't stick that well. But I haven't read the manga so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have literally no ideas for art, all this revising leaves me incredibly uncreative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whilst listening to the NIN album that Zoe gave me I drew some crazy rainbow shit. Maybe they make me creative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have found out that with my new headphones (well they're not really new, had them since Christmas) that I can hear the bass really well when I listen to my Zen. It's a bit crazy really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bloody art shop has overpriced canvases. I went in there today thinking that the canvas would be £15 at the most, brought along a couple of spare quid in case, but no, it is £20! Getting up early to get the train FOR NOTHING. Have to do it again tomorrow. I hate the train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I didn't get my canvas made me extremely pissed off and I am rather angry now (still!) hence the lack of ideas for a blog. But Hellsing was cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I had got over my new FOTN CD obsession but noooo, it just has to play on my Zen on the way back home and MAKE ME LISTEN TO IT AGAIN AT HOME! I love it so much. And their hats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hats are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3700714782718910816?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3700714782718910816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3700714782718910816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3700714782718910816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3700714782718910816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/badassedness.html' title='Badassedness'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-9034118924951665948</id><published>2009-04-25T00:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:52:31.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactus hat'/><title type='text'>*cactus hat update for Livvi*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfJIzyiPE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/K_iHYPNiKWY/s1600-h/cactushat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfJIzyiPE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/K_iHYPNiKWY/s320/cactushat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328401363708613554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it just looks weird. Like there is a sheriff cactus on top of your hat. Or a cowboy cactus is sliding down a slope on a plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-9034118924951665948?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/9034118924951665948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=9034118924951665948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/9034118924951665948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/9034118924951665948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/cactus-hat-update-for-livvi.html' title='*cactus hat update for Livvi*'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfJIzyiPE7I/AAAAAAAAABU/K_iHYPNiKWY/s72-c/cactushat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-886525640059695980</id><published>2009-04-24T21:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:59:20.520+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acronymable bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cacti hats'/><title type='text'>This week went by pretty quick.</title><content type='html'>It is a bit insane. Time can be very scary. It goes quick when the GCSEs are coming. Go slower in the future please. I also apologise to all for the last blog post, was just getting back at Livs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove my new Fields of the Nephilim album (The Nephilim); it is beautiful and I love the guitar riffs. I am now ripping all my albums, it is working now. I love saying the word Nephilim too. Livvi likes saying FOTN in real life pronuncing it "faurtern" which is silly and disrespctful. I now want to make a list of acronymable bands. I have FOTN, RATM, QOTSA, NIN, SOM and AIC and then my head stops working. Then random ones pop up like "ASF"! and "AAR"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livvi wants a FOTNtopcacti hat. I have no bloody idea why. Maybe to poke people with. Like headbutting. Like Spyro! *reminisces* I loved that game. Or maybe they should have hats like this for people like Livvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfIlvXwuytI/AAAAAAAAABM/oYsnTYySxgs/s1600-h/cactushat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfIlvXwuytI/AAAAAAAAABM/oYsnTYySxgs/s320/cactushat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328362804895206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I did make this picture, yes, I do have way too much spare time on my hands.) I did not include any FOTN hats in the picture as this would be disrespectful towards their hats. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-886525640059695980?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/886525640059695980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=886525640059695980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/886525640059695980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/886525640059695980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-week-went-by-pretty-quick.html' title='This week went by pretty quick.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SfIlvXwuytI/AAAAAAAAABM/oYsnTYySxgs/s72-c/cactushat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-9056409880541612084</id><published>2009-04-22T21:31:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:30:21.741+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrepectfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messed up day'/><title type='text'>Now the time has come...</title><content type='html'>...to upload all my new albums that I got for my birthday. Nine in all (two were mix tapes from Zoe). The Doors is currently uploading. Yes I did listen to (most of it) Livvi! Happy now? Except I listened to it just after I listened to AIC's Facelift and so was in the mood for metal. So it didn't really go well. The Doors are just too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about today. Yes today was eventful. I found out that Livvi wanted to dig up Jim Morrison &lt;s&gt; and is into necrophilia &lt;/s&gt;. I thought this was very disrepectful. She didn't. She also wants me to have Kurt Cobain as a footstall. Otherwise he will hide in curtains and is out to get me. Kurt Cobain doesn't look like that type of person. Verrry disrepectful Livs. and then Zoe was like "I love the Heart Shaped Box video!" and then I went "I thought it creeped you out?" and she then says that she actually likes it. Then I just go and *mention* Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun video and oh this sets Livvi off. "OMGIKNOWYOUHAVEABIGCRUSHONCHRISCORNELLESPECIALLYWITHHISLONGHAIRETCETC". (I don't actually but hey. This is what goes on inside Livvis head. She warps things. She then decided to mock me the rest of the day). I then quickly escaped to English, which as usual was very funny since our English teacher likes to make jokes. A lot of them are so awful, which is why they are funny. (Bah, Doors isn't uploading. I will try AIC instead. I like Facelift!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch time I managed to finish my CD booklet and it looks pretty damn cool I think. It doesn't have any text in it though so it does look a little odd. But I'm happy with it. I then went back to the form room and showed people my booklet and they liked it. Then sat down with Jess and Livvi with Zoe nearby doing her art. Livvi and Jess decided it would be a good idea to attack me with a hug. A very scary hug. :( Then we discussed what bands we didn't like. They then decided that it would be a good idea to make up that I had some major crush on Gary Lightbody. Arrgh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Screw the computer, it doesn't want to upload AIC either. I will give up for tonight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-9056409880541612084?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/9056409880541612084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=9056409880541612084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/9056409880541612084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/9056409880541612084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-time-has-come.html' title='Now the time has come...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6944184637822075006</id><published>2009-04-19T16:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:08:14.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Depressed...</title><content type='html'>Decided to write this blog now and not tonight because I am planning to have a really early night tonight, because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;French orals. They depress me. Them and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23894270 &lt;/span&gt;exams that we have to take in less than a month. Because of these I was feeling a bit down during my party (also due to the fact that my party &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failed &lt;/span&gt;quite a bit. Explained below). I think everyone was to be honest. But I'll tell you about my party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imogen, Zoe, Lily, Jess and Hannah arrived at my house fine. Livvi managed somehow to get slightly lost, but then that's Livvi for you. I mainly got CDs as presents (including a mix tape from Zoe that was a surprise and I had to guess the artists) but Imogen got me a book and series 2 of the IT Crowd (yays!). For supper we all had pizza and Livvi just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*had*&lt;/span&gt; to reference Alice Cooper (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Feed My Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; if you're wondering/not a big fan). We then headed off to the bus stop to catch a bus to the bowling alley. The bus was late (first fail of the evening) and when it did come it only took us part way there because there had been an accident on the bridge (second fail). We then decided to walk the rest of the way along the river. Since Zoe, Lily and I walk faster than the rest we went on ahead (also Jess was jetlagged and walked slower). This made the two groups of people get pissy at one another (third fail). Also because the bus was late/we had to walk Divya ended up waiting for an hour at the alley (fourth fail). We eventually all got there and started bowling, but Jess had to leave because she felt ill. And we bowled, that was alright. Then Livvi challenged Imogen to a game of air hockey and Livvi won both games, then she challenged Lily and Livs won again. Divya bought some candy floss and we all had a bit. After saying goodbye to Imogen and Divya the rest of us headed home. When we got home we all headed up to my room, and then Zoe decided that she wanted to be a tiger (as she had seen my fat felt tip pens) and I said I had face paint, so we ended up all painting our faces. Zoe a tiger, Lily a lizard, Livvi a bear (and she stole the rat ears I had for book day), Hannah a giraffe and I a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;carnivorous goth panda&lt;/span&gt;. We then went downstairs and played on We ♥ Katamari, then had a midnight feast (at 0:50) consisting of brownie and doritos. Livvi is convinced that doritos go well with brownie, but they don't, but then again Livvi has weird taste in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. Then we watched Labyrinth, because I had got it out. Zoe said she would go insane if she watched it, because she tried to watch it before but turned it off after a while. She ended up liking it after watching all of it. Anyway, I forgot how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;Labyrinth, I haven't seen it in seven years. But I love the sets! So much! It makes me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;CGI even more, just watching old kids movies from the 80s that use puppetry/animatronics and sets instead of stupid CGI. I had two favourite scenes: the ball room one (which I remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;liking when I was 9), it is just so pretty and dreamlike and aaaaaahhh, and the other scene which I liked was the one near the end with the crazy room and stairs/doorways everywhere and Jareth singing (I also remembered this scene from when I was 9). I want my house to look like that, and for me to have magical powers so I never fell off the walls/stairs etc. The one thing I hated about the movie was that whiney teenager Sarah. Nyaaah. But Jareth is badass and we love him. The movie kept jamming in places due to scratches on the disc (what is this? Fifth fail?). Then we all went to sleep. Woke up the next morning, had breakfast, people left yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to do some French revision. I keep listening to The Cult's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;album over and over again whilst doing French. It's just because I needed music that I knew really well (if I listen to my new music I will concentrate waaaay too hard on the music instead of the French) and that is not too distracting. I am also tired. Hungry. Stressed. Depressed. Arrgh. Best to end the blog I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also I just realised I have used rather a lot of text effects in this blog, I don't know why).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6944184637822075006?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6944184637822075006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6944184637822075006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6944184637822075006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6944184637822075006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-depressed.html' title='Damn Depressed...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8894618055053188158</id><published>2009-04-17T22:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:17:14.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50th blog post'/><title type='text'>50th blog post!</title><content type='html'>*pulls a party popper and little bits of coloured paper fly everywhere*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say. I just wanted to blog tonight seeing as my sleepover is tomorrow. I am excited. Today I tidied my room and I can actually now move around in it. I am also rather hungry now. I had breakfast at lunch time. This is because I stayed up late having a rhyme war with Livvi. She may post it on her blog. Tonight I am having an early night. I am tired. These sentences are short. Last night I played on Devil May Cry for the first time this year. It features in our rhyme war. This blog is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8894618055053188158?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8894618055053188158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8894618055053188158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8894618055053188158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8894618055053188158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/50th-blog-post.html' title='50th blog post!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1891416256854205928</id><published>2009-04-16T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:34:05.254+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese restaurants with conveyor belts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let The Right One In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Today is my birthday!</title><content type='html'>and the 49th blog post. Stupid blog, why couldn't you be the 50th blog post? *kicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my birthday and at the moment I am incredibly happy and therefore hyper and so this blog may not make much sense. I woke up around midday (this is why I should not stay up talking to you Livvi about crazy shit!) and stumbled out of bed. I had breakfast at around the time I should have had lunch, and opened a card from my family (my Mum and siblings are off on some Christian camp thing so they weren't here to celebrate. and Dad was at work). I then went to the door and collected the post. My presents hadn't arrived yet but I got some birthday cards from other members of my family, which made me smile and get really happy. I then did some French revision but got totally distracted by Facebook. Today I have recieved about 20 messages from various people which made me smile and get even happier. I don't think I've ever been so happy/appreciative on my birthday for some odd reason. My CDs didn't arrive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went to the cinema and saw 'Let The Right One In', which was fairly good, and I actually enjoyed it considering I dislike romance movies. But it isn't all romance, since it involves a young girl vampire (Eli) (this movie is nothing like Twilight, it was wayyyy better) befriending a boy (Oskar) who gets beaten up by bullies. Eli has to kill people to stay alive (obvs) and it is basically about her life and the relationship with Oskar. and it's Swedish, so lots of lovely subtitles to read. The cinematography was good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cinema I went to a Japanese restaurant that had a conveyor belt. It was made of win. I didn't really have a clue what Japanese food tasted like, as previously I had only tried some sushi and some gyozas. Off the conveyor belt I had some sushi-type stuff for starters. I then ordered teriyaki duck for a main course (it was delicious) and then stole some chocolate mousse in a chocolate cup off the conveyor belt. In all it was a very good meal. I then bought some Pockys (for men. That's the dark chocolate kind if you're wondering) which are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all it has been a very good and happy day and I am looking forward to Saturday and my party. Bowling and Labyrinth (hopefully)! *excited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1891416256854205928?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1891416256854205928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1891416256854205928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1891416256854205928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1891416256854205928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my birthday!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5971360648107426403</id><published>2009-04-15T00:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:05:35.459+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subtitles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday tomorrow'/><title type='text'>I have a phobia of yellow-walled rooms.</title><content type='html'>It is my birthday tomorrow. Except it doesn't feel like tomorrow because today feels like yesterday because I am staying up late. *way to confuse all your blog readers*. aaaaannndddd my mum and siblings are away on some Christian camp for autistic children. So yeah. It's only gonna be me and my dad celebrating my birthday. We are planning to go to a Japanese restaurant (JUST because it has a conveyor belt. I don't even know if I like Japanese food, I just want the conveyor belt) and then I might go and see a movie afterwards. Not really any movies I want to see, but I guess "Let The Right One In" sounds alright. It's some Swedish gothic vampire film so I might see that. I like foreign movies. Maybe I just like reading subtitles. I love Guillermo Del Toro's work so I am really glad that he is going to direct The Hobbit. It will be a different style from LOTR obviously but I am looking forward to it. Peter Jackson was fantastic and he is producing The Hobbit, so I hope that the style of the films will not be too different from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (I should really say yesterday shouldn't I?) I discovered that I like The Who a lot more than once previously thought. I had stole my Dad's Who's greatest hits album and gave it a listen. One thing that annoyed me was the fact that I couldn't get the little CD booklet out since the album had been in the Clio when it went up in flames and the CD case got all wet because of the firefighters. Now the booklet is stuck in! But yeah, mainly listened to the first album. Gotta love Boris the Spideeeeer. I hate big spiders. Especially house spiders. Both types. The fat types and the spindly types. Small spiders and tarantuals are alright. But not poisonous ones. There are loads of spiders at the windmill. Or there used to be. We vacuumed them all up. I also dislike the toilet on the second floor of our windmill because the walls are yellow and I hate rooms with yellow walls. I don't know why. Especially if they are large and without windows/furniture. Thankfully the toilet has a window and is a small room so it doesn't matter so much. At our windmill there is a huge stack of Men's Health magazines for some reason in the room that is next to the one that I sleep in. And the room smells funny and has a dirty dusty blazer on the back of the door. But I prefer this room to the one I usually sleep in. I think because it is smaller and has more windows. Damn I am rambling. Hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had a really weird dream last night before MUM WOKE ME UP grrrr.  It involved me having two phones, my current one and an old red one (it looked like a really new phone apart from the screen, which was b&amp;amp;w). My current one had a little slot/drive that you could insert something in. Jess managed to break it. There was a supermarket nearby so I went inside and went to the phone section. I got distracted by the games section, so went to a TV. You could play Fable 2 on it (obviously it wasn't actually F2 because nothing is ever right in my dreams). To play you had to use some weird pad or you could just touch the TV screen. No Xbox required! Then some woman chased me and my sister asking us to buy stuff. I ran on all fours. My hands were now paws. I was slowly turning into a dog. (I love the randomness of my dreams sometimes). I then went to the checkout where mum was and started wrapping up presents for my Aunt Liz using two sheets of wrapping paper. Green and gold/red paper. Then a song came on in my head (like an MP3 in your head! no one else could hear it!) and it was apparently a live version of She Sells Sanctuary (obviously not, it was some made up song but did sound rather Cult-ish) and it was really quite yummy. Wish it existed in real life! and then the woman started coming to us again and then mum woke me up. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy reading other people's dreams, especially if they are as crazy as mine. I think this may be my longest blog post yet. I think I may stop because my arm is hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5971360648107426403?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5971360648107426403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5971360648107426403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5971360648107426403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5971360648107426403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-phobia-of-yellow-walled-rooms.html' title='I have a phobia of yellow-walled rooms.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3163845019448309317</id><published>2009-04-13T00:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:38:09.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do androids dream of electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Dwarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blade runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi-ness'/><title type='text'>I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose drinking fresh mango juice...</title><content type='html'>Well I have just seen the last ep of the new Red Dwarf series (I saw the later one as I was watching Jumanji earlier. Which was a good movie. Animatronics and puppetry ftw! Screw CGI!) and I think it picked up a bit in this episode. I didn't really like the last two; thought they were a bit shit to be honest. At least this episode got a couple of laughs from me. I am now watching the adverts on Dave (fucking wii animal crossing, who wants that boring game? (yes I know I own the DS version, but I never play on it. heck I don't really play on my DS at all any more)) waiting for old RD eps. Wait the ads are over! Yaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today I realised that only my Dad is going to be here for my birthday since my Mum and siblings are going off (omg Rimmer just did the horns. rock on) to somewhere for some holiday thing. So me and Dad are thinking of going to a Chinese restaurant (my fav!) and then watching a movie afterwards. Or maybe we will go to that Japanese restaurant with the CONVEYER BELT!! and then watch a movie. Except there aren't any movies I want to see that are on in the cinema. I want to see Blade Runner now, because they were talking about it on the Red Dwarf behind the scenes. I have also read the book (Do Anroids Dream Of Electric Sheep?) which is damn good. And I just like sci-fi/action in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3163845019448309317?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3163845019448309317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3163845019448309317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3163845019448309317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3163845019448309317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-lie-shipwrecked-and-comatose.html' title='I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose drinking fresh mango juice...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5344095788807297151</id><published>2009-04-10T19:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:49:19.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy rock music dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Dwarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>The usefulness of my blog...</title><content type='html'>According to Livvi, my blog 'is useful'. I hate to think what for. Maybe there are scientists out there compiling my thoughts and analysing them and using them to create some super weapon that I can use to stop the alien invasion next month. Speaking of aliens, I have my evening planned. 5 hours of Red Dwarf on Dave (9:00pm-2:00am). Fun! I have read all four RD books and seen the first 4 episodes of the first series, after which I kind of stopped watching for no apparent reason! This is what happened with the X-Files! I will finish it! Except there is more RD tomorrow and Sunday so I cannot watch. Sorry Mulder and Scully. I have no idea when you will be watched again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am in a evil/crazy/dancey Fia mood, but I am thinking the evil/crazy part is wearing off slightly. But I have The Who's My Generation in my head which I dance to. Yes you can dance to classic rock music. Crazy dancing. It's all Ian Astbury's fault. Making me want to dance to crazy rock music (see Wild Hearted Son video to see what I'm on about). *talking about my geneeeratiooon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week until my birthday dammit! Go away 16th of April! Go awaaaay please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5344095788807297151?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5344095788807297151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5344095788807297151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5344095788807297151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5344095788807297151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/usefulness-of-my-blog.html' title='The usefulness of my blog...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2342927172204895207</id><published>2009-04-08T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:18:49.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somerset again'/><title type='text'>Back from the building with circular walls.</title><content type='html'>I am back from Somerset! (again). This time it was all sunny and nice and I tried to revise but kept getting distracted by the view from our windmill. The view + sunny weather = very very pretty. I went to Glastonbury whilst I was there and walked down the high street, but didn't go in any of the shops because they were those weird 'magic' type shops that sell odd things. Then I walked up to Glastonbury Tor, but the weather wasn't that great on that day so it spoilt the view a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache at the moment (probably from listening to too much music...) and I don't know what to blog about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....8 days until my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2342927172204895207?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2342927172204895207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2342927172204895207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2342927172204895207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2342927172204895207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-building-with-circular-walls.html' title='Back from the building with circular walls.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6260215255636816879</id><published>2009-04-01T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:37:01.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Joe&apos;s FTW'/><title type='text'>3 important points.</title><content type='html'>1. It is April Fools day today, but you knew that already. Our English teacher tried to fool us into thinking we were going to have new purple and pink uniform, and that was why all the teachers were wearing these colours. Sadly it was 12:15 at the time so it didn't count. 15 minutes late *shakes head*. I also like the date today: 01/04/09 because they are consecutive square numbers. It made me so happy!! (I had also just forgotten the word consecutive and was trying to remember it for about 5 minutes. All the other c maths words went into my head, continuous, cumulative etc... and when I finally did remember it I jumped in my seat &gt;_&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am 16 in 16 days. It is a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the canteen today there was 'Chicken Joe's'. There was some random guy in the canteen making chicken tortilla wraps. I had barbecue flavour; it was tasty. Apparently they might be doing 'Chicken Joe's' once a week from now on, to which Suzy exclaimed: "that'll be the best week of the week!". Then realised what she had just said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6260215255636816879?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6260215255636816879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6260215255636816879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6260215255636816879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6260215255636816879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-important-points.html' title='3 important points.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3702263795211334546</id><published>2009-03-30T18:06:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:15:47.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing pot plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duff McKagan is hot - you just have bad taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clint Eastwood is not hot'/><title type='text'>Clocks and Books</title><content type='html'>Arrgh, those damn farmers! Making the clocks change again! It is too light to have dinner now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 'twas our school's book day today and my form decided to dress up as various characters from Harry Potter. I was Scabbers, seeing as I already had the costume for Imogen's birthday party (I had the ears, tail, hands (front paws!) and the nose. (Which mainly just hung round my neck looking like some torture device because I didn't like wearing it)). Sadly we did not win the costume competition, our house only came 2nd. But we did backcomb Divya's hair (she was Hagrid) so that she looked like someone out of the 80s... except the clothes weren't 80s...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty fun. Livvi was Neville and had brought along a dead potted plant. She has now seemingly fallen in love with aforementioned dead pot plant (nicknamed Droopy), going to "hang out with it" and stroking it's leaves. I tried to steal the plant to rescue her from this crazy notion (I was actually just feeling damn evil and in a stealing mood). I even created a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SdD9qyew66I/AAAAAAAAAAo/6rqhssC95Tc/s1600-h/evil+fia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SdD9qyew66I/AAAAAAAAAAo/6rqhssC95Tc/s320/evil+fia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319030071471696802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also thinks that me swearing at her is 'cute'. That was not the desired effect dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also argued over who we thought was hot (since on Saturday evening/very early Sunday morning I had been perving on Duff McKagan in Velvet Revolver videos, and now Livvi has dubbed me 'pervy Fia'. Like an alter ego. I think I should have names for all my alter egos. Like rocker Fia, last minute homeworker Fia and let's mock Livvi Fia) and she doesn't think Duff is hot. She does however think that Clint Eastwood is hot, who is old enough to be her grandfather. Even Zoë agrees with me on Duff's hotness Livvi. Who agrees with you on Clint's hotness? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised how damn evil I have been to Livvi today. I blame it on the rat ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am usually evil to her. I'm sure she has gotten used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3702263795211334546?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3702263795211334546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3702263795211334546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3702263795211334546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3702263795211334546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/twas-book-day-at-our-school-today.html' title='Clocks and Books'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/SdD9qyew66I/AAAAAAAAAAo/6rqhssC95Tc/s72-c/evil+fia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1053987533243145864</id><published>2009-03-28T22:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:13:08.793Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters of Mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floodland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity shops'/><title type='text'>The Invasion of the Charity Shops</title><content type='html'>Today me, Livvi, Jess and Hannah met up (Lily couldn't come due to her mum wanting her to revise) and we went round all the charity shops. My hometown literally has 83208 charity shops and 23750 cafes. But it is fun going around all the shops. According to Jess, my charity shops are actually of good quality and she found a few dresses which she bought. Hannah bought a couple of tops (one of which she thought made her look like a clown) and some earrings. In one of the shops there was some weird flower cardigan that actually looked quite good on Hannah in a really odd way, but she didn't buy it. Also the Alice Cooper LP has gone from Cancer Research UK! Afterwards we all went to a cafe and had a bite to eat (since I wasn't hungry. But I am very hungry now). Also, in one of the shops they were playing Taylor Swift's Love Story. I have only heard that song once before but I hate it so much. I have never done that with a song before. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now discovered a love for Sisters of Mercy (thank you Last.fm!) - I really want to buy Floodland when I next get money. They are so cool and they have a drum machine which in my opinion is WIN. They are also playing Muse on the radio at the moment who I hate. The clocks have now gone forward and it is apparently midnight. Silly farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting a Dead Messenger CD (they are my cousin's band). He is sending it over from Canada. I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1053987533243145864?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1053987533243145864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1053987533243145864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1053987533243145864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1053987533243145864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/invasion-of-charity-shops.html' title='The Invasion of the Charity Shops'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1484536864798556013</id><published>2009-03-23T21:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:04:52.699Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life On Mars'/><title type='text'>Life On Mars</title><content type='html'>(WARNING: this whole blog post is likely to contain Life On Mars spoilers, so if you haven't seen it (especially the finale!!!!), don't read this post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished LOM today and what can I say, it is a brilliant TV series. Much better than Ashes to Ashes. I might go a bit hyper now. Sam going back to 1973! Sam and Annie! Everyone! yays! It is such a shame that it was a short series, but also a good thing, as I don't think it would work out as a long running TV show. I honestly don't know what to write, I'm pretty speechless after the finale. He jumps off the building! nnnnnnnnnnnnh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch it, it is so good! Sorry for the short blog post, I am rather speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1484536864798556013?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1484536864798556013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1484536864798556013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1484536864798556013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1484536864798556013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-on-mars.html' title='Life On Mars'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1122548078234532366</id><published>2009-03-19T16:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:29:02.770Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fwah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muppets'/><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>Do NOT have trippy Pink Floyd songs in your head when you go to school and then talk to Livvi. With her random cries of 'Alice!' 'Muppets!' and 'Fwah!' you are sure to go crazy after some time, as Pink Floyd further gives the illusion that you are tripping. I had 'Sheep' in my head at the start of the day (the end guitary bit which I love) which was slightly trippy and then later on in the afternoon I had 'Run Like Hell', which, as we all know, is very trippy. This is why I seemed slightly out of it in French and Madame Hunter told me to wake up. I wasn't sleeping! I can't remember what I was doing... it was all a hazy blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Livvi, sorry to say but your obsession with Alice Cooper is getting a bit too obsessive now. It was funny at first but now you cannot say anything without relating it to him! You were never this obsessive with Mick! This is why I was in a Pink Floyd bubble today. Except that made it worse! Trippy! Tomorrow I'll have something else in my head that isn't trippy! Maybe each time you get a new rock star obsession it will get worse. Mick wasn't bad. Alice is getting pretty bad. Next person you are obsessed with will be terrible. I will save you somehow! With ham and cheese toasties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1122548078234532366?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1122548078234532366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1122548078234532366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1122548078234532366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1122548078234532366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4543394299554557248</id><published>2009-03-16T20:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:56:43.244Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melted car'/><title type='text'>Second blog of the day!</title><content type='html'>Earlier, our car, a cute blue Renault Clio, went up in flames! I had to cycle to it as it is about a 5 minute cycle from our house. Unfortunately by the time I got there the fire had been put out but you could see the car and the front of it was completely melted. The back was fine but the front... it was just completely melted and all gooey. It was actually pretty fucking cool (forgetting the fact that the car is beyond repair). Here is the full extent of it's meltyness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Sb68WRAEGMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qWIZTbuJSx4/s1600-h/DSCF1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Sb68WRAEGMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qWIZTbuJSx4/s320/DSCF1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313891701050579138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Sb68ohtJeMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o7Vgz-2aFfI/s1600-h/DSCF1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Sb68ohtJeMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/o7Vgz-2aFfI/s320/DSCF1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313892014772287682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it only me that wonders what cars would look like if they were people? In my head our Clio would be some cute petite young woman who was sporty, and our silver Espace would be some fat old builder type. I also imagine BMWs to be hot businessmen for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4543394299554557248?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4543394299554557248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4543394299554557248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4543394299554557248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4543394299554557248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/second-blog-of-day.html' title='Second blog of the day!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COw2v8Gb5OY/Sb68WRAEGMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qWIZTbuJSx4/s72-c/DSCF1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5703346314932259413</id><published>2009-03-16T17:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:56:59.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dusting'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty eventful Saturday and a pretty uneventful Sunday. Saturday morning I went out and collected money for Marie Curie and afterwards went to Imogen's Harry Potter themed party. I was Scabbers and wore rat ears, nose, hands and a tail. I gave Imogen a card (it was a Tardis and you could open it like the two sides were doors! It was so cool), pens and a book called 'Doctor Whom', which I have never read, I just thought she'd enjoy it seeing as she is a big Doctor Who fan. (also, everyone is shocked that I don't find David Tennant attractive). We played a couple of games (including pin the tail on the Thestral) and then ended up watching Juno. I saw Juno in the cinema last year and although I didn't mind it it really is not the sort of movie I want to see twice, but we only saw a bit anyway before everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening was slightly trippy as I made Livvi listen to the Alice Cooper evening show on Planet Rock and then she decided that Alice Cooper was a giant cookie. And that he should do the dusting in the house because it is sexy. So today I got bored in physics and drew a giant cookie dancing with a top hat for her. Now she is going to stick it on her wall. It also looks slightly creepy but it will go well with The Joker poster I gave her for Christmas. Oh and I also can't say 'Deep Purple' without Livvi mocking me, due to the fact I was headbanging and air guitaring/drumming to them whilst drunk and couldn't get up off the floor. I'm never going to live that one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just created a Twitter account as they seem to be all the rage these days. If you want to add me comment and I'll give you the address. I can't upload a profile pic though, the little man comes up saying 'that's a nice picture' but it still is the o_O face. Apparently it is a widespread problem and not just me so I hope it will be fixed soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5703346314932259413?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5703346314932259413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5703346314932259413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5703346314932259413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5703346314932259413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7444467332421123304</id><published>2009-03-07T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:27:39.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phone waving at you'/><title type='text'>Wasted.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went round to a Zoë's house with Hannah, Jess and Livvi. I got completely wasted for the first time in my life. A lot of vomiting was involved afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we were having a Casanova party where we watched Casanova (the BBC series not the film). We discovered that Pimm's on vanilla ice cream is actually rather nice. One should try it sometime. Afterwards we watched Blackpool (by which I was rather tipsy) and I saw the "singy sex" which was weird. I keep on drinking and then suddenly I am completely drunk and headbanging and air guitaring to Deep Purple which suddenly came out of nowhere, played for two songs and then disappeared. Probably better that they turned it off than left it on to be honest. Later on the Princess Bride suddenly appeared on the television and I was on the sofa. I could have sworn that PB was skipping. I was also yelling out for Buttercup to appear since she wasn't there but Westley and Inigo were. It distressed me. I also swear a heck of a lot when drunk. I am also extrovert when drunk instead of introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on it was dark and the vomiting stage began. It was only me and Livvi who had reached this stage. Jess and Hannah had been sensible and not drunken much; and Zoë drinks loads anyway and so has built up a high tolerance. I am very grateful for Jess and Hannah because they were up looking after me and Livvi and *hugs* for them for being such great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you don't want the yucky details of the vomit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today me and Livvi were in total zombie state. And we had to go to guitar in Kingston. Once we had got to Kingston we both felt that we were in some dream. A huge mobile phone with arms and legs waving at everyone did not help. But now I am some weird state where I just want to listen to music and sing and dance a bit. I cannot dance since the laptop is on my lap. I cannot sing because I don't know the song that well (listening to Last.fm - Sisters of Mercy!). But I am listening to music ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious music addiction. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7444467332421123304?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7444467332421123304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7444467332421123304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7444467332421123304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7444467332421123304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/03/wasted.html' title='Wasted.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7415641257873589592</id><published>2009-02-26T21:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:34:46.320Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethereal Wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obscure'/><title type='text'>A new version of the old scene...</title><content type='html'>I've tried to see how long I can go without music (it has nothing to do with Lent - I honestly could not give up music for 40 days) before I go insane. I haven't listened to any since Monday. So at the moment I have Aerosmith's Rag Doll in my head. I know I will probably listen to some tomorrow because I am finding it pretty hard now. This is mainly due to the fact I have been looking up obscure musical genres on Wikipedia. One of the genres I want to know what it sounds like is 'Ethereal Wave'. It just sounds so magical and makes me think of some fairy tale place with a huge crystal castle. How awesome would it be to have a crystal castle in some grassy plains with some forests? I could dazzle enemies with the crystal's brightness and they would fall down, blind. But then I would have to clear up their dead bodies from my perfect land. Or maybe they would just disappear when the crystals shone on them because they are magic crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk of crystal castles (isn't that a new band or something? I think my friend likes them), my friend requested a rather odd image for me to draw, so I have been drawing it on Photoshop Elements but probably will not get it finished for a while because I am a perfectionist (just got Faith No More in my head now - they are reforming! How cool is that!?) and need to get it to look just right. I love the sky and the clouds though, the sky is blood red fading to orange and the clouds are orange too. Everything is coloured in but it just needs shading. Drawing the picture is good because it distracts me from my stats, which I must go and do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7415641257873589592?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7415641257873589592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7415641257873589592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7415641257873589592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7415641257873589592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-version-of-old-scene.html' title='A new version of the old scene...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6698952220658668057</id><published>2009-02-23T17:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:26:23.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural history museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire squid'/><title type='text'>Darwin and DNA Hats</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the Natural History Museum to see the Darwin exhibit with Livvi and Hannah. It was interesting and it featured some hilarious looking pigeons. One had some sort of a ruff thing round it's neck and there was another with fat fluffy legs. Before we went to the Darwin exhibit we went to the dinosaur bit, the exhibition with the blue whale in and the sea life one too. I have fallen in love with mountain goats. They are so fluffy and cute and I just want to hug them! We saw a rather evil looking squid, aptly named the 'Vampire Squid'. It was black and spiky with red eyes. The animated dinosaur exhibit has changed - no longer are there two small dinosaurs feeding on a carcass. There is now a T-Rex with creepy eyes. It just isn't as fun. We also had fun in the shop - having a fight with dinosaur hand puppets and awwing over the totally adorable dinosaur plushies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is science day and Livvi wants me to make a DNA helix hat. I have no idea how I'll do this, since I would need to make it out of cardboard and it's hard to make cardboard twist. That and I'll just confuse myself by making it and will probably manage to tangle it up or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6698952220658668057?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6698952220658668057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6698952220658668057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6698952220658668057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6698952220658668057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/02/darwin-and-dna-hats.html' title='Darwin and DNA Hats'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-3809569522633442861</id><published>2009-02-18T13:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:36:51.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger'/><title type='text'>Who would eat that!?</title><content type='html'>My USB stick just died. Quite literally died, as in it came apart. The bit you plug in to the USB port came away from the rest of the stick. Thankfully I managed to salvage all my files. Which is good, since it had all my statistics coursework there. Now I just want to disect my stick and see what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past couple of days I spent in Somerset at our holiday home. Where I saw Tim Burton's Batman and I got to compare Jokers (yay!). I honestly cannot decide which Joker I prefer, Nicholson is more crazy and Ledger is darker. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've just discovered a site with the top 11 (why not 10!?) weirdest burgers. There is a shoe burger (which is just a bit cool) and a mini burger with mini chips and a mini drink which is just totally adorable. There is also a burger dress which looks a bit weird. If you want to see them, &lt;a href="http://www.urlesque.com/2008/11/07/top-11-weirdest-burgers-a-tribute/"&gt;go visit.&lt;/a&gt; Also, this burger makes me feel a little sick. Who would eat it!? I do have a huge appetite, but not that huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wmwmsblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/charityburger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 346px;" src="http://wmwmsblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/charityburger2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It weighs 100lb and is apparently the biggest burger in the world. I'd like to know if anyone has actually attempted to try to eat this, if you have you are completely insane (in a good way).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-3809569522633442861?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/3809569522633442861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=3809569522633442861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3809569522633442861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/3809569522633442861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/02/usb-stick-fail.html' title='Who would eat that!?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-503190025358004438</id><published>2009-02-03T21:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:54:37.307Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow day</title><content type='html'>Here in the south of England we have had the thickest snowfall in (apparently) 18 years. And I had my first ever snow day (well two actually). Four day weekend! Anyway, Monday was spent hanging out with friends, making snowmen and having snowball fights. Today was just spent lazing around, doing nothing. Before everyone has walked all over it snow is so pretty. Especially when it's dark. It's like something out of Narnia. But yeah, back to school tomorrow, not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-503190025358004438?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/503190025358004438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=503190025358004438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/503190025358004438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/503190025358004438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4823592132270771002</id><published>2009-01-22T22:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:20:41.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duran Duran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I have discovered that I like Duran Duran. They just really don't fit in with the other stuff I listen to (classic rock and some grunge). But I don't give a damn what people think of my music taste, I'm going to listen to what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard DD 4 or 5 years ago; we were in either Italy or Spain and 'Ordinary World' came on the radio whilst we were in a taxi. I didn't know who it was but I loved it. The DJ then announced it was by Duran Duran (I think it was an english station for some reason) and I thought "oh no. I can't like this band because dad likes them" (I still have this mentality. I hate Jethro Tull because he likes them &gt;_&lt;). But I thought 'its only one song, it's alright'. Later I heard 'Rio' and loved it, and I was finding this weird since I am completely into rock music. Sometime last year I heard 'Hungry Like the Wolf' which I also loved. I just went 'why do I like this? I'm into Deep Purple and AC/DC and Led Zeppelin... and Duran Duran??). So today I thought I'd give my dad's DD greatest hits album a spin and it turns out that I really like it. I shouldn't, but I do. Hey, we're all allowed guilty pleasures aren't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4823592132270771002?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4823592132270771002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4823592132270771002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4823592132270771002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4823592132270771002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7844902209428630998</id><published>2009-01-08T21:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:28:34.385Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RATM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mocks</title><content type='html'>My GCSE mocks are next week and I have hardly done any revision, I have mostly spent my time listening to music. I bought The Stooges' Funhouse and Audioslave's eponymous album on Sunday. Funhouse is a good album, although I need to give it another listen.  Audioslave is rather awesome. But I feel rather bad because I have hardly any RATM and really need to listen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7844902209428630998?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7844902209428630998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7844902209428630998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7844902209428630998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7844902209428630998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/01/mocks.html' title='Mocks'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-401615369092496252</id><published>2009-01-01T19:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:53:05.459Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Eve'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year to anyone who reads this blog! (Which is about no one). *tumbleweed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated New Years Eve with a Chinese takeaway (which I always love) and I stayed up to see 2009 in. AC/DC's 'Big Jack' was the last song I heard in 2008, as it was playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any resolutions for 2009, apart from: buy loads of CDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random* I'm typing this whilst wearing the crown I received from my cracker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-401615369092496252?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/401615369092496252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=401615369092496252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/401615369092496252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/401615369092496252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6972488493551073497</id><published>2008-12-29T23:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:16:36.498Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We ♥ Katamari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><title type='text'>Christmas over for another year...</title><content type='html'>Me and my family spent Christmas at our holiday home in the countryside which happens to be a converted windmill (without the sails sadly). Lack of computer down there made it unable for me to blog on Christmas day, and I arrived back yesterday but was too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was nothing spectacular about Christmas this year. I received little odds and ends from my brother and sister. Grandma sent me a large book on art - "The Story Of Art" which I am now reading and is actually quite interesting. I got other little bits and money from aunts, uncles and godparents. My parents gave me the game 'We ♥ Katamari', which, in my opinion, is the most addicting game ever. I had no idea how rolling up stuff could be so damn fun. My sister loves it too. I am still awaiting a couple of CDs (to be honest I actually don't know which ones I want - I keep changing. It was Aerosmith and Magnum, then it changed to Skid Row and Cinderella, and now it's The Doors. Also, I have just found out that there are two bands called Skid Row which has annoyed me for some reason (like when I found out that there were two Nirvanas). No idea why.) Anyway I'll be getting some CDs soon, as I haven't bought one for five months! And I hate half my CD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of the holidays and I need to revise for mock GCSEs. Ah well, it means I get to listen to music all day long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6972488493551073497?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6972488493551073497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6972488493551073497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6972488493551073497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6972488493551073497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-over-for-another-year.html' title='Christmas over for another year...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5268508666160375521</id><published>2008-11-24T17:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:15:56.484Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft fair'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I actually just wasted this weekend which was really stupid. Playing SOTC and watching TV and pretty much doing absolutely nothing. I watched the first episode of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivors&lt;/span&gt; remake which was okay, didn't really grab me but nor did it make me want to stick pins in my eyes out of boredom. So I'll probably watch the next episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school had it's craft fair on Sunday and there was a magician there! I know I'm a bit old to get excited over magicians but !!. I really want to know how they do their tricks as it really annoys me not knowing. Like there was one where he pours milk into a cone made of newspaper, and he poured so much milk in it started to drip out the end of the newspaper. Then he screws the newspaper up and there is no milk! The paper is completely dry! And it's a single sheet of paper so that the milk cannot be absorbed! And then there's the traditional put-the-tissues-in-a-tube-one-by-one-and-pull-them-out-knotted trick. How is it done? I'm so fascinated by it. I want to become a magician now just so I can go "Hah! I know how to do this trick and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can't". And piss everybody off. But then I guess it wouldn't be as fun since you know how to do it and it isn't magical any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5268508666160375521?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5268508666160375521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5268508666160375521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5268508666160375521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5268508666160375521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4044526561305016152</id><published>2008-11-17T17:56:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:09:06.168Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Ill</title><content type='html'>Past weekend I spent ill; I think I probably still am. I acquired a really bad cough (still). I had one that lasted for a month once so I'm going to have to get used to it. I'm sneezing a lot too which I hate. I also wish I could stop being so damn hungry. All the time. I have an insane appetite. I eat more than my Dad when it comes to roast dinners. And then I will be hungry the next day. /rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the train on the way back home I heard some people talking about Harry Potter; and *spoiler* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;why Snape killed Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I had completely forgotten &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;he did that. So I got stressed for the rest of the train journey (five minutes, yeah) until I could get home and get HP7 out and read the chapter. As you can see I get annoyed over silly things, but that's the way I roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4044526561305016152?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4044526561305016152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4044526561305016152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4044526561305016152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4044526561305016152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill.html' title='Ill'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5588400453348360643</id><published>2008-11-02T18:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:52:47.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Back from Tunisia</title><content type='html'>It's been half term week and it has gone so quickly. We all went to Tunisia for our holiday, having been there once before three years ago. It wasn't so sunny this time but most days still had amazingly great weather. The hotel still had amazingly great food. Again we took a camel ride which was bumpy. Also, they have the most random cereals over there; Hamtaro, Barbie, TMNT, Iron Kid and Naruto cereals are all available to be bought. Sadly we didn't get any though. I read three books whilst I was there; No Time For Goodbye, The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas, half of Pride and Prejudice and half of The Kite Runner. All were good books; I only reread P&amp;amp;P for school otherwise I wouldn't have bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5588400453348360643?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5588400453348360643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5588400453348360643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5588400453348360643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5588400453348360643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-tunisia.html' title='Back from Tunisia'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-1009116049525825547</id><published>2008-10-03T16:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:03:11.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Harry Rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lulworth Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swanage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I got a new haircut... which involved getting a fringe. It was weird at first, considering I haven't had a fringe for about 6 years. I'm used to it now. It's fun to flick it out of your eyes by shaking your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went on a geography trip to Swanage. It was really nice and I got sunburnt. It was sunnier there than it has been all summer long. We walked along the cliffs and visited Old Harry Rocks, which are beautiful. We then visited shops in Swanage town and ate ice cream. The ice cream had a dinosaur on it, 'twas awesome. We stayed in a centre and we had the largest room, so some of the people on the trip decided to see if we could get everyone into it. We managed to get half before everyone cleared out. The next day we went to Lulworth Cove, again, very beautiful. Our guide person talked so much and kept on mentioning that ''three quarters of a million people visit here every year. Imagine having one and a half million feet walking along here *points to path*'' She mentioned it about twenty times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-1009116049525825547?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/1009116049525825547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=1009116049525825547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1009116049525825547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/1009116049525825547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6725012002958611455</id><published>2008-09-19T20:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:58:23.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spork pirate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative zen 8gb'/><title type='text'>International talk like a pirate day!</title><content type='html'>Well as you know today was international talk like a pirate day! Arrr. After school the spork pirates got together and did the usual: have a picnic of bread, houmous, gummy worms and lemonade. This time round we also bought some giant chocolate buttons. We ate this in a graveyard which had a children's playground slap-bang in the middle of it (it is weird I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided I want to buy a new mp3: the Creative Zen 8GB for £70. I'm almost there. Should be getting it in a couple of weeks time. I also think I need a new camera as my current one is alright but not that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6725012002958611455?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6725012002958611455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6725012002958611455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6725012002958611455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6725012002958611455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/09/international-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='International talk like a pirate day!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2711921237008670037</id><published>2008-08-26T21:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:05:01.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YFHS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edie'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>At the start of the summer holidays the whole family headed off to Somerset. We have a converted windmill holiday home thing down there that we stay in. It was über boring as we go there five times a year and do mostly nothing. So I started a new FFIII game even though I haven't finished the first one. It was boring and we're going there again at the end of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had a free week when I did my homework. I was dreading the end of the week when I had to go to some Quaker Holiday Camp because it sounded a little boring and I hadn't gone to York by train on my own before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days before I went to York we found someone who I could travel with from London to York. At 1:30 on Sunday I boarded the train with another girl called Holly. After a 2 hour train ride and a taxi drive I arrived at the holiday camp. People greeted me and took me to the main hall, where I met my two cousins. There were a lot of people there, all talking. It was quite intimidating as the only two people I knew were my cousins, but they made me feel more at home. I met the people who I was to share a room with and they seemed quite friendly. Actually, you're probably going to get quite bored of reading this, I could go into every minute detail about the camp. Basically, to sum it up, it was one of the most amazing and most fun weeks of my life. I was completely wrong about it being boring. The people there were so nice (scarily so) and the atmosphere is so happy. It has made me feel a lot more confident in life and has also made me hate school even more as most people there are just gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I am suffering from post holiday camp depression, life just feels so lonely and bare now. I went out to HMV today and bought three new albums, Led Zeppelin II &amp;amp; III and Sonic Temple by the Cult. I am also learning Edie on the guitar and can sort of play the intro bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2711921237008670037?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2711921237008670037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2711921237008670037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2711921237008670037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2711921237008670037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5162433499234488780</id><published>2008-07-18T20:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:57:22.992+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syzygy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow of the Colossus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phaedra'/><title type='text'>Shadow Of The Colossus</title><content type='html'>This game is so goddamn beautiful. It's just amazing riding on your horse, Agro, through a vast plain and into some forest. Or swimming across a lake with some stormy sky overhead. And the colossi are just amazing. I have only defeated four so far but I love Phaedra, the fourth colossus that looks like a horse. I also loved the little field it was in. This game really pushes the Playstation 2's graphics to the limit. I could go on and on about this game. But I won't as you will get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of term today and the last day of the HORRID summer dresses that are sacks made from tea towel material. We watched the rest of Gattaca in chemistry today and it's just a weird film, and also slightly boring. But then again I'm really picky with what I like in films. I'm pedantic with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an adorable rabbit photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popfi.com/wp-content/uploads/cute1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.popfi.com/wp-content/uploads/cute1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so cute! It looks like it's clapping. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syzygy is such a cool word. It's when all the planets in the solar system align. I don't know how to pronounce it but it looks cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5162433499234488780?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5162433499234488780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5162433499234488780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5162433499234488780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5162433499234488780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadow-of-colossus.html' title='Shadow Of The Colossus'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2543083765836597609</id><published>2008-07-12T20:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:43:41.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AOE:II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnt money'/><title type='text'>Yesterday I burnt money...</title><content type='html'>In Chemistry yesterday we did an experiment : burning money without the money actually burning. Needless to say, our experiment went horribly wrong and I ended up with half a fiver. I got reimbursed but still. The note could be used as £2.50 :P. We dissected a heart in biology which was interesting, we got to poke our fingers through the big arteries and veins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Doctor Who this weekend so it is going to be rather strange and I cannot talk to people about it on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rediscovered my love for AOE:II. There's just something so good about creating a huge army then killing loads of people and destroying towns. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2543083765836597609?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2543083765836597609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2543083765836597609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2543083765836597609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2543083765836597609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-i-burnt-money.html' title='Yesterday I burnt money...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4440590543879885527</id><published>2008-06-24T20:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:40:48.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baked beans on toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geography'/><title type='text'>Geographyfied</title><content type='html'>I have been doing Geography ALL day long. I ended up on google maps searching for my house, and my house has a slide in it now! Last time it didn't! But our school's cabin things are still there from when we had the fire and they got taken away years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English orals tomorrow. Really not looking forward to. I am going to fail. But I have Doctor Who to look forward to! Penultimate episode! The Torchwood team is in it! Rose! Agh, it's making me way too hyper. But the trailer looked just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell baked beans on toast, but no one is cooking baked beans on toast... Maybe it's some phantom toaster or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm halfway through rereading the Hobbit. Wahey! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4440590543879885527?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4440590543879885527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4440590543879885527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4440590543879885527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4440590543879885527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/06/geographyfied.html' title='Geographyfied'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-5429563752649208838</id><published>2008-06-20T18:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:12:55.208+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nintendo Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xbox 360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carpal Tunnel Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Orals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFX'/><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>All the exams are over! Yay! Physics today, and if I hadn't revised I wouldn't have got anything in that exam as our teacher is crap. I have a geography field trip on Monday -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarcasm] ENGLISH ORALS ON WEDNESDAY YAY :) [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today (after physics exam) I played on FFX, for about 5-6 hours. It's such a slow moving game that you have to play on it for that long to get anywhere. I played on it Wednesday night for one hour and didn't get ANYWHERE - I was trying to kill Seymour and died twice. Third time lucky, I defeated him today. My wrists kinda hurt as well (one day I'll get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome -_-). I really want Dad to buy an Xbox 360 as he wants to get a Wii. The only people who are going to play on it are me and my sister, who also wants the 360, but he still wants to get a Wii as its more family friendly. He's not even going to play on it ffs! Sorry, I should vent my anger elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-5429563752649208838?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/5429563752649208838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=5429563752649208838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5429563752649208838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/5429563752649208838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-2750650560397853123</id><published>2008-06-03T19:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:00:32.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy RPGs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy III'/><title type='text'>Last few days of freedom before exams.</title><content type='html'>I say I haven't started my exams yet. Thats a lie. I'm halfway through my art exam (10 hours in all)  and so far it is actually going quite well. At the start of the session today I went all panicky and thought 'I'm not going to finish this in 10 hours' but then by the end of the session my piece was almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half term was well... boring. We went down to our holiday home in Somerset and even though I brought my books down to revise I kept getting completely distracted by Final Fantasy III DS. Why are those games so bloody addicting? Damn, I love fantasy RPGS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to catch up on Lost, I'm 3 episodes behind! I'm not much into Lost anymore, probably because I've had enough of it in the past year. I've watched 4 seasons which I think is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-2750650560397853123?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/2750650560397853123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=2750650560397853123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2750650560397853123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/2750650560397853123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-few-days-of-freedom-before-exams.html' title='Last few days of freedom before exams.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-6040850576426395784</id><published>2008-05-17T09:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:10:20.698+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rune Factory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paperchase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>I have a new obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Final Fantasy X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our playstation broke over a year ago, and Dad bought a new one off a friend. With it he got two games: Gran Turismo 3 and Final Fantasy X. I had a go playing on the latter game, but I didn't understand it at all. Now, a year later, I gave it another shot. This time around I totally understood the game. It is so fucking amazing and the graphics are great. I just love RPG fighting games now! Apparently Final Fantasy VII is good so I will need to get that off eBay sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have been asking for Rune Factory for over a year, Dad still hasn't got it yet. I can't get it myself because it isn't being sold in the UK. I might change my mind and ask for a FF DS game. I am obsessed with FFX now, and I have a biology test on Monday that I really need to revise for. My brother is currently on the playstation so I cannot go on it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going away from FFX, it is my sister's birthday today! I got her a pencilcase, some pencils and gelpens from Paperchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-6040850576426395784?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/6040850576426395784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=6040850576426395784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6040850576426395784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/6040850576426395784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-new-obsession.html' title='I have a new obsession.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-415822525730329792</id><published>2008-05-12T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:57:07.084+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D of E'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><title type='text'>D of E... ouch.</title><content type='html'>My legs hurt from walking for about 10 hours on the weekend for a practice D of E hike. But it feels good in the kinda 'yay now I have stronger leg muscles' sort of way. We got a little bit lost on the first day going to the campsite, but we managed to right ourselves. For dinner I had some noodle thing, and one member of our group had never lit a match before so she had fun lighting about 10 matches and putting them out in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tent was NOT a three man tent. It was more like a one man tent. My face was squished up against the side, and it's a good thing I don't get claustrophobic. I woke up at 5 because of the birds but managed to get to sleep again. I woke up with the side of the tent in my face, dripping wet because it had been raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast we forgot oil so we cooked sausages but they got stuck to the pan so easily and there were loads of burnt on bits afterwards. I attempted to cook some scotch pancakes but gave up after about 4 and so our group ate them raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 10, we were the last group to leave. We were the first to get back to the station at 1:10.  We pwned everyone :P. We phoned the emergency number to ask if we could go home, but all we got was voicemail. The person who phoned her (the same one that lit a load of matches the day previously) was annoyed that there was voicemail and so said 'Fuck you'. She didn't realise that the voicemail 'beep' had gone, so now our D of E instructor has a great message to hear when she turns her phone on. We all hate her anyway, one of the groups that got seriously lost managed to get through to her on phone and she said 'you're on your own' and wouldn't help them. I feel sorry for her 11 month old kid, I really do, to have such a horrid mum like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my retainers get mucky so bloody easily. grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-415822525730329792?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/415822525730329792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=415822525730329792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/415822525730329792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/415822525730329792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-of-e-ouch.html' title='D of E... ouch.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4290338244631324155</id><published>2008-05-07T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:38:24.508+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slimy teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundgarden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>Slimy teeth</title><content type='html'>I got my braces off today: yay! My teeth feel all slimy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Soundgarden's Superunknown on the weekend and it is FANTASTIC. I can't stop listening to it. I may buy some more SG soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4290338244631324155?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4290338244631324155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4290338244631324155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4290338244631324155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4290338244631324155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/05/slimy-teeth.html' title='Slimy teeth'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-7883037604635146687</id><published>2008-05-01T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:34:54.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish accents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HMV'/><title type='text'>Our physics teacher is COMPLETELY retarded...</title><content type='html'>English: alright&lt;br /&gt;Maths: alright&lt;br /&gt;French: mneh&lt;br /&gt;PE: alright, we played volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Physics: I swear our teacher is completely retarded. He gives us 40 minutes to do some sheet that everyone did in 10 minutes. So I spent the other 30 minutes stopping myself drawing on my physics book, and near about 10 minutes before the end got my MP3 player out and listened to The Cult. They are so good, but tomorrow I plan to go to HMV and buy some more CDs with my HMV gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes series 2 is just a little weird. It just doesn't feel the same as Series 1. I want to know who Monica is because people keep talking about her. And the Irish accents are hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-7883037604635146687?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/7883037604635146687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=7883037604635146687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7883037604635146687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/7883037604635146687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-physics-teacher-is-completely.html' title='Our physics teacher is COMPLETELY retarded...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-4984714609067662605</id><published>2008-04-27T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:54:02.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundgarden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miso noodle bar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday it was my birthday party. We headed out of the house at around 3:15 and got to our destination a little later. We went to the cinema, but there wasn't much I waned to see, so we went and saw Three And Out, which was alright. Afterwards we headed to Nando's, only to discover it was packed. Instead we went to Miso Noodle Bar which is really quite cool. I had rice with beef, chicken, prawns, veg and a sauce. It was really nice. That night we stayed up watching Naruto, The X-Files (which scared Zoe :P), Doctor Who and Meet The Fockers. The next day we had breakfast and played a few games, one of which was called Clay To Win, which is where there are two teams and a sculptor in each team, and the sculptor has to sculpt something out of play-dough and the other person has to guess. It was a really fun party ^^ I got a Cult album and a HMV giftcard, which I will probably spend on Soundgarden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-4984714609067662605?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/4984714609067662605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=4984714609067662605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4984714609067662605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/4984714609067662605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-it-was-my-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469748284505771496.post-8528245888133440361</id><published>2008-04-16T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:05:18.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC/DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>Today I listened to AC/DC's Back In Black, which I had already heard in full before, thanks to Planet Rock. I also listened to half of The Cult's Love (I only listened to half since by the time I had listened to that it was 10 and I needed to come on here, post my blog &amp;amp; go to bed) but it's a good album so far, great vocals, great guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday today too but I only got presents from my sister which were a white owl statuette and a money box, so now I have three money boxes :P. I'm getting a new watch since my current one I've had since year 2 :P. I love doing the :P face today for some reason :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8469748284505771496-8528245888133440361?l=pyromanian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/feeds/8528245888133440361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8469748284505771496&amp;postID=8528245888133440361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8528245888133440361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8469748284505771496/posts/default/8528245888133440361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyromanian.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
