<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:17:52.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series Of Embarrassing Incidents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-163153344433862521</id><published>2009-10-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:44:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni, illness, Locksbrook Road and Lucazade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Stt8LhFtS9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/54o9_sWDMO0/s1600-h/10420_150875640989_644290989_3395907_5832606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right thats it i am turning over a new leaf and going to blog nearly every day! And that is a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm back in Bath at uni. living in Locksbrook road. A strange road where the numbering of it actually makes no sense. It is full of student, familys old people and factorys, But i love it it is actually beautiful and the perfect house, and really nice aswell. We have a palm tree called Polly. the work has already starte, and there its lot of it, this year is going to be fuuuun :(. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have had a an annoying cold type thing for nealy two weeks, which is making me tired all the time. I keep putting of doing anything about it but i know that if it doesn't go soon i really should go to the doctors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have devloped an adiction to lucazade like i keep drinking it all the time. But due to being a poor student i have had to change to sainsbury's own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-163153344433862521?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/163153344433862521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=163153344433862521' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/163153344433862521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/163153344433862521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/10/uni-illness-locksbrook-road-and.html' title='Uni, illness, Locksbrook Road and Lucazade'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6334881665160273752</id><published>2009-08-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:15:14.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurty Elbow</title><content type='html'>Soooo, i'm going to try and blog regualry now but i think i may have lots most of my blog reader with my neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i've done recently is work :(. There are new people starting this week. This means me, Katie and Ros wont be the new people any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on saturday it was Kelly's birthday and with everyone not able to go clubbing anymore me and Kelly decided we should go out and get drunk! Which meant us heading off to the Golden for its cheapness. Where we drank many pitchers of cheeky V but were like we don't feel drunk :. Then i got home and it hit me i sat on bed and was like woah room spinning. I then sat on facebook chat talking to jonathon slagging of people from uni and tlaking to Steph who was also drunk about random crap haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6334881665160273752?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6334881665160273752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6334881665160273752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6334881665160273752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6334881665160273752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurty-elbow.html' title='Hurty Elbow'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6579935882724233288</id><published>2009-07-28T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:52:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm a bad bad person and have not blogged for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;What have a i been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not much, i have been working  at burger king lots, which i am beginning to hate lol. I love the people i work with they are all amazing in there own right but the managers and welcome break are just driven by profits, i know most companies are so saying that sounds stupid, but they are so wrapped up in it they are forgetting that they need to treat us like people not profit making machines. getting shouted at just for voiding something off the till when you didn't make a mistake a customer changed there mind but oh well rant over, i've set a date i'm going to leave now, they just don't know yet haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been to isle of wight with the familien, which was lovely and took me back to childhood. And our holiday number 2 in France has been booked :) i am far more excited than i should be that there is table tennis in the cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6579935882724233288?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6579935882724233288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6579935882724233288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6579935882724233288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6579935882724233288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-blogger.html' title='bad blogger'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6470358466100683391</id><published>2009-06-10T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:07:18.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy cat</title><content type='html'>There is so much i want to blog about but i'm too lazy, so i'm going to be a bad bad person and copy andy and do it all in pictures :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last week after a week at home i went on one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_9fL8ZpuI/AAAAAAAAABE/crnj314zTBU/s1600-h/942861_f65d34b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345769994935969506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_9fL8ZpuI/AAAAAAAAABE/crnj314zTBU/s320/942861_f65d34b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_9rrasqFI/AAAAAAAAABM/aChYMCObD8U/s1600-h/Aerial_view_of_bath_arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770209542973522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_9rrasqFI/AAAAAAAAABM/aChYMCObD8U/s320/Aerial_view_of_bath_arp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To attended:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_-W0XgOhI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFzSGAaMdgQ/s1600-h/s67127513838_4037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770950679869970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_-W0XgOhI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFzSGAaMdgQ/s320/s67127513838_4037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And randomly saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si__jcfG-KI/AAAAAAAAABc/6hZojyA4hDI/s1600-h/n516276551_1394898_2118213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772267119245474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si__jcfG-KI/AAAAAAAAABc/6hZojyA4hDI/s320/n516276551_1394898_2118213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watched these (who were very good):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjAA4FiRmDI/AAAAAAAAABk/TrRDF0vbL9o/s1600-h/zutons-2008-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345773721247389746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjAA4FiRmDI/AAAAAAAAABk/TrRDF0vbL9o/s320/zutons-2008-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day i worked as an ambassador and then said goodbye to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjACidSClJI/AAAAAAAAABs/-F78m1MVU0E/s1600-h/Harington-External-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345775548687881362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjACidSClJI/AAAAAAAAABs/-F78m1MVU0E/s320/Harington-External-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also really nervous about an interview i have here tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjADv9xBUnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sAPjWnhjVxc/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345776880257684082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SjADv9xBUnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sAPjWnhjVxc/s320/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will blog properly soooon! Promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6470358466100683391?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6470358466100683391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6470358466100683391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6470358466100683391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6470358466100683391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/06/copy-cat.html' title='Copy cat'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/Si_9fL8ZpuI/AAAAAAAAABE/crnj314zTBU/s72-c/942861_f65d34b0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1951229112110372964</id><published>2009-05-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:28:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>I just read my report back ot myself. Sounds like i'm writting a casual letter to my friend not a piece of work to give. Oh I give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody tired, teaches me right to stay up all night on msn before the only morning of the week i have to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)oooooooh i wanna dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1951229112110372964?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1951229112110372964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1951229112110372964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1951229112110372964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1951229112110372964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-2818513181377313103</id><published>2009-05-26T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:54:35.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>if you loose marks if you submit your work with jam on it? I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what it doesn't help that i trod on the help sheet when doing the field work, it has a muddy footprint right across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well finished lectures now, just one piece of work to give in tomorrow then year 1 is complete :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-2818513181377313103?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/2818513181377313103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=2818513181377313103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2818513181377313103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2818513181377313103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6874776902250561112</id><published>2009-05-24T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:04:53.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>I just remebered the time when ni went out with Jim Warren for like a day.  Funny times hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my boyfriend would come and visit me but hes all like "your coming back on wednesday" and "you have loas of work to do and you wont do it if i'm there" which is truw but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Steven Shaw has a new girlfriend and i think i am more excited than he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D key situation is getting annoying now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6874776902250561112?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6874776902250561112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6874776902250561112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6874776902250561112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6874776902250561112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8959359722691403511</id><published>2009-05-24T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:27:49.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad injury times</title><content type='html'>This morning i got dressed and then went to put plasters on my feet where i have blisters because yesterday i went out with no socks on and silly shoes cus i was its summer you don't need socks, i did. So i sat on the bed and bent down to put my plasters on and burnt my leg on the iron that i had left to cool down before putting it back on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a perfectly straight burn down my leg. It hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8959359722691403511?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8959359722691403511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8959359722691403511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8959359722691403511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8959359722691403511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-injury-times.html' title='bad injury times'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4299258268164973208</id><published>2009-05-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:00:52.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another quiz thing sorry!</title><content type='html'>Your suppose to this on face book as a note a tag people bit i didn't want to, so i searched on face book for the people and have done the quiz here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my D key isn't working properly you have to press it really hard so i appologise if there are any Ds missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Andy Kings&lt;br /&gt;B - Beccy Lucas&lt;br /&gt;C - Callum Mcmanus&lt;br /&gt;D - Daasini Naidu&lt;br /&gt;E - Elaine Rush&lt;br /&gt;F - Alsion mary Ford&lt;br /&gt;G - Gareth Good-looking (grewcock is his real surname haha)&lt;br /&gt;H - Hannah Bowen&lt;br /&gt;I - Iain Hines&lt;br /&gt;J - Jack Webb&lt;br /&gt;K - Kellie Mellissa Evans&lt;br /&gt;L - Lucy Mason&lt;br /&gt;M - Megan Williamson&lt;br /&gt;N - Nat Clifford&lt;br /&gt;O - Olivia Alton&lt;br /&gt;P - Alistair Pardoe&lt;br /&gt;Q - No one&lt;br /&gt;R - Rachael Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;S - Sam Dodd&lt;br /&gt;T - Tamara Wade&lt;br /&gt;U - Heather Jane Underhill&lt;br /&gt;V - Alys Vines&lt;br /&gt;W - Abigail Walker&lt;br /&gt;X - No one&lt;br /&gt;Y - no one&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoe Joanne Letten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR BEST MEMORY OF C : The time i cmae down stairs and him and my sister were wearing matching 2km polo shirts and hats haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU EVER HOOK UP WITH O: Lol nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS L’S FAVORITE THING TO DRINK : Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD S AND G EVER DATE : I thought Sam was gay but no they don't know each other and i wouldn't see it happening one comes from bridgwater and one comes from Barnt green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE WORD A SAYS THE MOST : LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS B’S SHOE SIZE : erm i'd say a 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW ANY SECRETS ABOUT P?:haha no i don't even know how he is, it was an amusing text situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS Q’S BEST FRIEND?: unfortunatly Q doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU TRUST F WITH A SECRET?: probably depends on the secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE T’S PHONE NUMBER?: haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE MOST AWKWARD SITUATION YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN WITH N?:i don't know moody customers or when she told me she was going out with matt McCormack lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S H’S STYLE LIKE?: Seems quite nice and always seems to look good and like she has made an effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT D, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: That she would come down from the ceiling in the study room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CALLED K?: don't think i've ever called her. text her the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE E IN FOUR WORDS :tbh i haven't seen her for years (thats 7 whoops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST THING ABOUT YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH M IS.. : I don't know who the fuck she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN D AND J?: I think Jack once spoke to her in the cieling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES W HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?: A brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X’S FAVORITE COLOR IS.. : there is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT WITH Y?:No cus there isn't one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE G AND T FRIENDs? no they don't know each other excists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES V PLAY AN INSTRUMENT? : I don't have a clue, she rides allot of horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS K’S MIDDLE NAME?: Melissa, yay for people putting middle names on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU BEEN TO Z’S HOUSE BEFORE ?:I have been to her house here on campus but not her exeter house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW A MOVIE WITH R?: Bucket list, i cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN’S THE NEXT TIME YOU’LL SEE I?:whoo knows. Waseley reunoin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU AND B TALK ABOUT THE MOST?: it was like school i think, haven't seen her since september&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN INTO TROUBLE WITH S?: We once stole sausages and ate them even though they were going to be thrown away and carol told us off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD K AND T BE LIKE AS A COUPLE?haha i don't Kellie could be in a relatinship with T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST FRUSTRATING THING ABOUT J IS.. :Jack webb could never frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST MEMORY WITH S?Many a time getting drunk together or moaning about the men in her life &amp;amp; the women in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN C?:about 5 years id say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES N HAVE A BF/GF?: Yes Matt McCormack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIVE CLOSE TO W?: erm kinda rubery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS I'S FAVORITE FOOD?: don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU AND T MEET?: Ryan Morey haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THE NEXT TIME YOU’LL SEE D?: The sad thing is probably never :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THE ALPHABET, WHICH ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE LOUDEST?:J, Jack webb when he gets into a story lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVES THE FURTHEST AWAY?: Daasini i think, i think she went back to mauritisioujghrgbgr ( i cant spell it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD YOU TRUST WITH YOUR LIFE?:Andy and lucy? And rach i thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOWS YOU THE BEST? : Andy and Lucy i thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES YOU LAUGH THE MOST? : Lucy and andy agaaaaain i thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS YOUR FIRST FRIEND(OR CLOSE TO FIRST) Probably knew Rach first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE SMARTEST? Lucy mason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU TALK TO ABOUT ANYTHING?: again probably lucy and Andy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4299258268164973208?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4299258268164973208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4299258268164973208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4299258268164973208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4299258268164973208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-another-quiz-thing-sorry.html' title='Yet another quiz thing sorry!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1432585629546022782</id><published>2009-05-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:11:58.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last ever survey methods lecture i'll ever have and the last tiem for this year that i will sit in Stanton G01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had my last ever survey methods practicle, the last time for this year i'll sit in corston 114.&lt;br /&gt;I also it was my last ever Landform Analysis practicle. In which we had a "test". I say test, we could take in text books notes and talk to one another, so it should of been easy really. But me and emma were like wtf landform is that? "looks like a lava spillage" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1432585629546022782?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1432585629546022782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1432585629546022782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1432585629546022782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1432585629546022782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-if.html' title='As if'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-91322804692536403</id><published>2009-05-19T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:37:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avoiding my photocommentary project</title><content type='html'>If you married the person you last texted, what would your last name be?&lt;br /&gt;Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you had a kid with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be a hyperactive problem child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;read 4 pages of a book, made allot of food mainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be sleeping with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I shall be on my own apart from tud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;Andy's dad bought me chips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you any different now than you were a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;I think so a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything upsetting you right now?&lt;br /&gt;just want the work to be over haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your agenda for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Do a test thing, then go and print my mapinfo stuff off and then go into bath and take photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;yes but he doesn't like socail networking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;was alright nothing specail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your parents ever caught you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;don't think they mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December was your love life good?&lt;br /&gt;yep about the same as it is now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your fear?&lt;br /&gt;friggin Snakes keep them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked anyone that treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;tbf at home just cannot be bothered anymore lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 9:17 pm last night?&lt;br /&gt;on my lap top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret that you've never told ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have highlights?&lt;br /&gt;natural ones kinda, i just dye all my hair the same colour and it comes out in different shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno i just cry for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a hickey? Where?&lt;br /&gt;No, but alice does luke ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Danny?&lt;br /&gt;my cousin who is stook in the 80's lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 2:02 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;just getting off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months or more?&lt;br /&gt;well been in the current one for about 2 and a half years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you text without looking at your phone?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smiley face do you use most often?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends have any clothes belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so, lucy had my cardigan for  ages once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats currently bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;stupid reports i have to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were you last outside?&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently frustrated with a boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If facebook made you pay would you still use it?&lt;br /&gt;no i cant afford it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you think anyone's thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;probably not, maybe Scrappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are some things that you have everywhere you go?&lt;br /&gt;phone and keeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you text when you're having a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;probably Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex have made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;haha i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go a week forward or a week backwards, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;forward cus id have one day and then id be home again and id have finished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?&lt;br /&gt; noooo i'd never trust myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;SUnshine please, it wont stop raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stupid thing you said to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest turn off?&lt;br /&gt;people who are full of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave movie?&lt;br /&gt;MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who smokes cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;oh never ever in a million years :P hes given up again for like 100th time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?&lt;br /&gt;I did in the past but over it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;br /&gt;yeees lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;omg i don't know there is no celebraties i really like though hummm, why can i not think of anyone? i'm so rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;very much so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;for like ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugger or kisser?&lt;br /&gt;boooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;too many people to write down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;ina relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important are looks?&lt;br /&gt;kinda yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was SUPER nice?&lt;br /&gt;Super nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;br /&gt;depends who it was really, i'd fight cheryl any day haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. think it would take a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random girl comes up to you and says “who the hell are you?” You say..&lt;br /&gt;"Josie, who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends do you think would make a good teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Laura Ellis cus she is actually really good at her course, which is education there she will be a good teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-91322804692536403?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/91322804692536403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=91322804692536403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/91322804692536403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/91322804692536403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/avoiding-my-photocommentary-project.html' title='avoiding my photocommentary project'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8012578433044074497</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:46:45.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>I feel in such a wierd mood tonight. Think i've had enough of todday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would get a concept of the real world. They are only jsut getting one and i've ahd one for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would jsut be happy for me and say he is proud that i'm at university. Not always being pessimistic and making me scared to talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the people from home, sometime i feel like people here don't really get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being so down now. I've made myself cry again haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home on Thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 weeks to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8012578433044074497?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8012578433044074497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8012578433044074497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8012578433044074497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8012578433044074497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4570629803608625990</id><published>2009-05-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:42:37.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>I feel in such a happy summer mood today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went up and bought my ticket for the Summer ball. Someone who i have actually heard of is playing as well! The zutons!! aaaand there is a ferris wheel and dodgems annndd 4 bars aaaaand nandos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for 5th June apart from the fact i have ot show people my room on 6th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4570629803608625990?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4570629803608625990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4570629803608625990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4570629803608625990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4570629803608625990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5758310585173261079</id><published>2009-05-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:09:49.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>I have stolen this from Andy K, as i'm in a lets try and waste lots of time by answering a quiz mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest; first and last name of the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Shaw, the only person appart from my parents who text me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;19:19 - nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, can you remember who you liked?&lt;br /&gt;think its the same one as the person now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, aparet the obv lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have feelings for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;apart from andrew nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew shaw again haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Andy again, cus i'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Radio 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;I did and guess who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;March in the spring with daffadils and lambs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Reaserching my photographic essay :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;To finish for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you said you were fine, but really weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember i have told like everyone i have come in contact with that i am ill lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you handle a long distance relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I thinks so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to and you’re sure they won’t tell?&lt;br /&gt;I have a few :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeeeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 am?&lt;br /&gt;Again Sleeeeeeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A train ticket online for thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do ineed, who doesn't laugh? they'd be a very boring person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;The top is from New look :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone yell at you today?&lt;br /&gt;nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;not too bad ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone special?&lt;br /&gt;not really i don't know what its called it mentions paris allot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;I measusred myself on how tall are you vs a giraffe thing yesterday! I actually can't remember though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;My window and out of it the big stone builing that is sydney standing over my little hallss just up the hill like "haha look at me i'm big and ensuite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you’ll be moving?&lt;br /&gt;On like 7th June i'm starting to mvoe some of my stuff out if my dad can be bothered to drive down haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;eww no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most excited about this week?&lt;br /&gt;going home thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean person?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a picture in a photobooth?&lt;br /&gt;fpr my passport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make brownies without having to look at the directions?&lt;br /&gt;do you need directions to make brownies? isn't in instructions? but yes i do follow them because things go wrong even when i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;when other people pay for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think age matters in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;not really apart from if he is like 55 and she is like 6 then yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out?&lt;br /&gt;yees many times hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;A rock in wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav sport?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;hope so haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have one at the moment just bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color of underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;black with red too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;greeen, shock horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, that i didn't through a strop so i could drive to mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must be an animal for one day, what?&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Like all the time. when i set the oven on fire haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;here come thr girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone with the same birthday as YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Princess Euganie or however you spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Today lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Be invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i haven't been for ages and ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;like i'd put it on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know really. green? i buy allot of green clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes if there is nothing else on. and something special i think its called? cus my dad is actually mr tumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Josie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;not really! D in German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;apple things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your life in one word what it be?&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;reading books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;my cold, silly cold go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk to God?&lt;br /&gt;not that often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;The yard? i don't have one, i have a garden though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I'm happy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;some boring shade between blonde and brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Andy shaw once again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think life is fair?&lt;br /&gt;It never is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe someone can be faithful to you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you upset/mad about anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited about anything?&lt;br /&gt;thursday when ill be on a train home, hopefully a straigh one and not 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be friends with any of your exes?think i am friends with most of them and some of them i would not like to see again&lt;br /&gt;And why? because i like lying fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think all guys are players?&lt;br /&gt;naaaah but quite a few lol, but girls are the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a haircut?&lt;br /&gt;I should but i wont lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know any true friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yhe i dont :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think i'm in one anymore lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for next year?&lt;br /&gt;yes i am although i ahve to try next year lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your going to be asked out this year or next ?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;show offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think confidence and morals are sexy for the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;the bestest friend ever lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;of course unless they aren't jappy and then i will make them get happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you know, for sure, will always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy, he is my faithfull hound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everything happens for a reason and whats meant to be will find its way?&lt;br /&gt;yeh i do actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave, write down the lyrics of a song that will end this survey.&lt;br /&gt;The more i get the more i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5758310585173261079?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5758310585173261079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5758310585173261079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5758310585173261079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5758310585173261079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8450752046494150642</id><published>2009-05-10T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:48:30.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided</title><content type='html'>That i'm going to go home at the weekend so i can watch eurovision! I have never missed year yet and i'm not going to start that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just booked my tickets for collection at the station :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Andy went to Bristol zoo yesterday, it was pretty immense. i have photos ill share the with you another time! I got a little bit too excited about seeing the clifton suspension bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8450752046494150642?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8450752046494150642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8450752046494150642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8450752046494150642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8450752046494150642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-decided.html' title='I have decided'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-7708144668591997324</id><published>2009-05-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:22:45.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness</title><content type='html'>I've felt all day feeling really sick and lay on my bed not moving and then i was just sick and feel like a thousand times better. I kinda feel like eating but know if i chance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mum lol. Andy should be here soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-7708144668591997324?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/7708144668591997324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=7708144668591997324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7708144668591997324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7708144668591997324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/sickness.html' title='sickness'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3386898950234708948</id><published>2009-05-07T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:06:33.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eww</title><content type='html'>I was moanign to Lucy on msn last night about how it felt like a something stuck in my throat and i wake up this morning and it feels like my throat has closed up and i have a full blown cold. Me and my week imune system had been coping so well i hadn't had a cold since february. I feel like crap :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the plans for this weekend still happen. I know i'm being selfish for getting upset if they don't but i really want them to. Maybe i'm jsut over reacting, but his family always over react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3386898950234708948?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3386898950234708948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3386898950234708948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3386898950234708948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3386898950234708948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/05/eww.html' title='eww'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-624204328382799145</id><published>2009-04-29T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:54:29.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I come back</title><content type='html'>from a nice day at the sea side looking at rocks to find that all my sea monkeys have died. I accidently left the radiator on full heat all day and basically boiled them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too upset to write anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-624204328382799145?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/624204328382799145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=624204328382799145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/624204328382799145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/624204328382799145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-come-back.html' title='I come back'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8685312891678748888</id><published>2009-04-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:40:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finished!</title><content type='html'>I should read my report through but i'm past caring now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up?: i still have to finish that stupid report!&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do last night?:writting this report and on MSN having a surreal conversation&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life right now?: i dont know Scrappy&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing right now?: sitting with everyone else outside!&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you last cry over?: like the other day for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you're upset?: being with people from home :)&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your plans tomorrow?: Field trip, gotta be outside the library for 8.15 :(&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you worried about?: failing this year&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you looking forward to most in this week?: going back home again thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE HAVE-YOU-EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone with a girlfriend/boyfriend?: Hasn't everyone at some point?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had your heart broken? yes i have, but tbf i deserved it&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever played on a sports team?: don't think i ever have&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been out of the country?: lol yeees but not for like 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?: dont think so&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had the cops called on you?: RaVe lol&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever dated someone younger then you?: probably&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?: yeh on holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw?: erm Laura? who thought they were putting tution fees up by £2000&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you hugged?: erm Zoe?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you called?: 150 lol&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you?: Orange care lol&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was your first crush?: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person to text message you?: Andrew Shaw&lt;br /&gt;7.Who is the last person you texted? Andrew Shaw&lt;br /&gt;8. Who did you last yell at?: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHENS:&lt;br /&gt;1. When was your last shower? This morning&lt;br /&gt;2. When did you last see your mom? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;3. When was your last hug?:oe yesterday man read above!&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last dress up?: saturday?&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you cried? again already told you&lt;br /&gt;6. When did you last go to the movie theatre?: can't actually remeber? might of been in february&lt;br /&gt;7. When were you born?: 23rd March :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX WHERES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where do(es)your best friend(s) live?: erm Cofton/brighton and  Rubery&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did you last go?: to a lecture&lt;br /&gt;3. Where did you last hang out?: kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you go to school?: I'm too cool for school&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be?:In fields on sundays&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night?: in my bed briefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like someone right now?: Just a little bit :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they like you too?: I should jolly well hope so&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you ever wish you were someone else?: sometimes i wish i lived Scrappy's life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you know the muffin man?: haha no&lt;br /&gt;5. Does the future scare you?: yes allot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHYS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friends?: beauce they passed ny entrance test of best friend hood&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did you get a Facebook?: so i can be nosey :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have?: Because they colouldn't think of a name and decided to name after the next women who came on the TV and it was Josie Lawrence :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey?: because i'm a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IFS:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?: read people minds&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?: Ithere is one thing i've wanted to change for about 3 years :P&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were stranded on a desert island and could bring one thing what would it be?: a boat or maybe a rubber ring or scrappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ever be friends with someone again, who you promised yourself you never would be because they were mean to you?: I always seem to go back on my word so probably.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save the person you love?: yeh and i'd buy a wig :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8685312891678748888?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8685312891678748888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8685312891678748888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8685312891678748888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8685312891678748888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-finished.html' title='I&apos;ve finished!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1719491486894718587</id><published>2009-04-28T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:57:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>I went to bed at 3, god knows what time i actually went to sleep and now i'm awake again, well acutally i woke up at half 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU, YOU STUPID REPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go have a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1719491486894718587?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1719491486894718587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1719491486894718587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1719491486894718587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1719491486894718587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/urgh.html' title='Urgh'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-889093447028025227</id><published>2009-04-27T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:30:36.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm annoyed</title><content type='html'>that i can't jsut write a conclusiona nd go to bed its taken me like an hour to write it and now i have to do a stupid abstract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone back to my old wyas in more way than one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-889093447028025227?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/889093447028025227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=889093447028025227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/889093447028025227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/889093447028025227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-annoyed.html' title='i&apos;m annoyed'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4628495591506858435</id><published>2009-04-27T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:19:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it?</title><content type='html'>I had three weeks to do this piece of work. But no its in for tomorrow and i i'm sat staring at 875 out of 2500 words. But one thing that makes me feel better is that Emma has only just started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i got 40% in the maths assesment! It was one of those things where you just have to LOL. but hey i passed just :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pokerface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4628495591506858435?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4628495591506858435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4628495591506858435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4628495591506858435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4628495591506858435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it.html' title='why is it?'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8889810358410669558</id><published>2009-04-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:51:15.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rubbishy Blog</title><content type='html'>OK so i realise i haven't blogged at all since i came home for easter and this isn't going to be a blog about , i will most probably blog  about it when back in Bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i really wanted to do this facebook quiz thing but didn't want to write it as a note as like i don't want some uni people to read it as i don't feel i'm at the stage yet to let them view my answers :P so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through your wall posts and list the last twenty-one people to post on your wall. Do not list any repeats; simply go to the next name in the list. Then, answer the questions pertaining to the twenty-one names. When you're finished, tag all twenty-one people in the list, so the cycle can continue. If you've been tagged, copy and paste this information into a new note, and follow the directions above.&lt;br /&gt;1. Nathan Littleton&lt;br /&gt;2. Robin Farmer&lt;br /&gt;3. Jake-Jamie Ward&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lucy Mason&lt;br /&gt;5. Laura Ellis&lt;br /&gt;6. Zoe Joanne Letten&lt;br /&gt;7. Anna Fox&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lauren Bendelow&lt;br /&gt;9. Alice Nicklin&lt;br /&gt;10. Rosie Foxall&lt;br /&gt;11. Chris Harrison&lt;br /&gt;12. Helen Jaffa&lt;br /&gt;13. Alison mary Ford&lt;br /&gt;14. Matthew Pedwell&lt;br /&gt;15. Helen McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;16.Kimberly Pippard&lt;br /&gt;17. Emma Lilley&lt;br /&gt;18.Jonathan Birch&lt;br /&gt;19.Louise Brookes&lt;br /&gt;20. Stephanie Bishop&lt;br /&gt;21. Hannah Emily McConnell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How did you meet 1? School times and through ruberyvillage.co.uk and rubery festival times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 5? Uni would be boring with no one to laugh at :P and with no one to stop me going insane with all the sexy times and too much drunken fighting that happens at Bath Spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you dated 16? i'd  like girls and i'd use her for the fact she has a car in bath and always begts really good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever seen 8 cry? No i dont think i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 3 and 13 make a good couple?well doubt they have ever meet and him being gay and her having a boyfriend don't think it would work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 9. Stoppy lazy trouble maker but makes me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you like number 17? Yes shes not too bad, fell sorry for her sometimes when no one else does :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When was the last time you talked to 19?erm a week ago today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you ever date 3? haha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where does 15 live? Somewhere in the birmingham area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the best thing about 21? she made me laugh at a boooring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you like to tell 18 right now? haha nothing i think! That i always hear him playing guitar when i wlak past his room and he is actually good and i'm still annoyed her blanked me in the laundry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the best thing about 11? that he knows rich cunt from cornwall hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What’s the best memory you have of 3? never ever meet him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When is the next time you’re gonna see 12? Oh who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 20 pretty? Of course she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your first impression of 4? I cant actually remember that far back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is 13 your best friend? Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you seen 16 in the last month? erm survey methods lecture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you saw 14? many many eyars ago when he visited England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you been to 21’s house? nooope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When is the next time you’ll see 10? I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you really close to 17? nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you give 20 a hug? why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you know a secret about 6? That she has really smelly feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Describe the relationship between 14 and 19. They have never ever meet and probably never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What’s your friendship like with 9? wouldnt say its freindship she is my annoying little cousin :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever danced with 2?Maybe when younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.How do you know 21? Student Ambassadors :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Does 18 have a bf/gf? yeees unless they have split up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever wanted to punch 11 in the face? oooh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Has 4 met your mother? yeeees many times, she is part of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you travelled anywhere with 11?Into Bath on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you gave 7 £100, what would they spend it on? I don't knoooow. drink and clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your best memory of 2? bowling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is the one thing you most want 5 to know? I love her haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you did with 17? cant actually remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. When did you meet 20? Play group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you like most about 6? that she can always make me laugh and finds stupid things funny that i do " I have zee grapes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How did you meet 10? through my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever seen 4 cry? of course i have mostly on d of e times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Would 11 and 2 make a good couple? strangly yes, they have similar hair cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Are you good friends with 19?of course for many many years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you think 7 is cute?not reallt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Something about number 1? i thought a saw him and waved at him but it actuall wan't him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How did you meet 8? Wasely hills high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What's 7's favourite colour?who knows lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What would you do if 13 just confessed that they liked you? say thankyou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Fact about 19?  She gets drunk easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What does 1 do for a living? Costa and computer things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Would you ever live with 11? probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Is 17 single? As far as i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Where does 7 live? by me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What do you think about 20?that she is pretty cool and i have spent many nights infront of the tv laughing at rubbish with her while our parents get drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Whats the worst and best thing about 15?best thing she makes me alugh, worst thing is that she is lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who is 7 going out with? i don't know :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you like about number 13? she is a very good singer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8889810358410669558?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8889810358410669558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8889810358410669558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8889810358410669558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8889810358410669558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubbishy-blog.html' title='A rubbishy Blog'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-269506520844768892</id><published>2009-04-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:56:52.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lost</title><content type='html'>I hate people looking at my work and i always have doen since i was little, especailly while i'm there. But i'm gettting really annoyed with people here who do my course and live in my halls keep coming and asking to look at my work and asking me for help. I had to work it out myself so pick up a bloody book and do you own research for gods sake! because i know for a fact they aren't using books or anything atm or doing any research!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys just cus i try hard doesn't always mean i'm right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-269506520844768892?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/269506520844768892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=269506520844768892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/269506520844768892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/269506520844768892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-lost.html' title='Get Lost'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6125086655182835733</id><published>2009-03-30T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:15:36.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>You know how last year everyone was taking pictures of there desks and blogging them? Well i took a picture of my desk for this purpose but never blogged it! So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i looked all through my files and can't find hte picture which i found like 20 minutes ago! Annnoooying. So instead here is a picture of scrappy wearing a tea towel :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319092182735435202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SdE2KI-AtcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IkC4JRC4ntw/s320/P8140052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6125086655182835733?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6125086655182835733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6125086655182835733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6125086655182835733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6125086655182835733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SdE2KI-AtcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IkC4JRC4ntw/s72-c/P8140052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-921969107256676499</id><published>2009-03-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:14:43.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I miss old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wish i was still in 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buuut anyway i am generally happy with 2009! I slept for like 12 hours last night but i'm still tired. I wish Andy would hurry up and get himself here i'm boooored and don't fancy doing work today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one week i will be on my way home for easter i caaaannnnnnooot wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to say that i love these people (and Rozzy but she was tkaing the photo) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SczfHLjvtNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SKsQ3l_YrP4/s1600-h/2566_65695521155_626296155_2182227_3527124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317870574472508626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SczfHLjvtNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SKsQ3l_YrP4/s320/2566_65695521155_626296155_2182227_3527124_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-921969107256676499?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/921969107256676499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=921969107256676499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/921969107256676499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/921969107256676499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/SczfHLjvtNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SKsQ3l_YrP4/s72-c/2566_65695521155_626296155_2182227_3527124_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-7171667704449408076</id><published>2009-03-26T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:24:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeey</title><content type='html'>My sea monkeys have hatched :D&lt;br /&gt;They were a present of Andrew for my birthday after i complained that i wanted a pet. Now i have lots of little ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to go home for easter times! I need to do my work for next week though!&lt;br /&gt;I need to like start it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-7171667704449408076?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/7171667704449408076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=7171667704449408076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7171667704449408076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7171667704449408076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheeey.html' title='wheeey'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-7379477682290457531</id><published>2009-03-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:21:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wiiish</title><content type='html'>I was at home so i could play my saxophone :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish i was on easter holidays right now, and didn't have two pieces of work to give in for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caaan't wait for the weekend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-7379477682290457531?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/7379477682290457531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=7379477682290457531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7379477682290457531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7379477682290457531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wiiish.html' title='I wiiish'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-9014497909887078114</id><published>2009-03-23T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:52:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Birthday :D:D</title><content type='html'>Well its nearly over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sat here in a balloon birthday hat covered in surranded by many other balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a saxophone :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-9014497909887078114?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4662357841896215945</id><published>2009-03-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:54:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGHR!</title><content type='html'>Why are thre such differnces present? Compare and contrast the drainage densities and drainage orintations  when considering your answer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what type of slope retreat is talking place? define the feature and labal on diagram accoringly???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw a sketch diagram from north to south to illustarte the cross-sectional form of the landscape, and show the realtionship with gelogy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the development of the lanscapre over hundreds-thousands of years. Consider how errosion has occured over time scales to create the present landscape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done most of the assignment apart from these bits which i cannot do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a walk round the lake with Laura :)&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4662357841896215945?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4662357841896215945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4662357841896215945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4662357841896215945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4662357841896215945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/aghr.html' title='AGHR!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3250827817798797642</id><published>2009-03-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:39:21.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't realise this as a child</title><content type='html'>but isn't the idea of bannas in pyjamas bizzare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i cannot spell)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3250827817798797642?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3250827817798797642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3250827817798797642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3250827817798797642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3250827817798797642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-realise-this-as-child.html' title='I didn&apos;t realise this as a child'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1777110241097437512</id><published>2009-03-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:44:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moan time</title><content type='html'>Why is it that know one in G block will report anything that goes wrong appart from me! I got bored of this to left it to see how long it would be till someone left it! but know the shower light hasn't worked for 4 weeks now? Well i was fed up with having to wash in the dark gloomy shower with only one tiny light working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went and reported all the was wrong with G again. They must be getting use to my handwritting in the book as i'm actually the only one from G writting in it! Seriously people did you think the toilet seat was going to re attatch itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghr i have so much work to do, but i have found a cool airport game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1777110241097437512?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1777110241097437512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1777110241097437512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1777110241097437512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1777110241097437512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/moan-time.html' title='Moan time'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5736751163039552522</id><published>2009-03-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:53:47.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I've noticed over facebook that everyone seems to be finishing for easter on like 20th/27th marcj but i don't finish till 3rd of April. Andy my also short holiday friend breaks up the same time as me so its ok! Buuut i do finish for the summer on 27th May Whoooop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with have gay head room inspections tomorrow which means i had to clean my sink and pull the posters that i stuck on the wall and not on the board provided down :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm of to visit the house again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5736751163039552522?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5736751163039552522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5736751163039552522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5736751163039552522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5736751163039552522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3310704295226308297</id><published>2009-02-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:30:52.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden surge of post!</title><content type='html'>Gina (our seniour student) just knocked on my door and was like "I just went to the post room and Phil (our other seniour student) hasn't be dilvering the post forlike 3 days and there is loads of letters for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i say laods there was 3. One being the all important train tickets! A pair of tights from my mum, in a rather cool colour! Although my mothers seems to have added like 3 extra lines to my address that she needed to put in there. I wont write these out cus like then you can stalk me but i was like mother you could have Bath you didn't need to add north east somerset on there. She also put Room G0.1, harington court halls, when simply G0.1 Harington would of done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final bit of post was a letter from Lucy mason that made me LOL and smelt of her which was strangly comforting! i must write one back to carry on our letter conversations, that always lighten my day when i recieve them and I love post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i just went out for a walk someone has stolen the H of Harington so i now live in Arington. I wish someone would steal the his from hiscocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3310704295226308297?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3310704295226308297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3310704295226308297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3310704295226308297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3310704295226308297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/02/sudden-surge-of-post.html' title='A sudden surge of post!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3652792684065964708</id><published>2009-02-25T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:44:45.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sleep</title><content type='html'>I really need some sleep i haven't had a proper nights sleep for ages! I have never been a good sleeper.  But its been so much worse lately and its not just my own fault no its here! I know i can't moan being halls but it getting stupid now! Everyone here is not amking noise while drunk no they are jsut all falling out with each other! I don't care if you fell out with your girlfriend don't kick a galss bottle at my door, I don't care if sylvia doesn't want to live with you anymore, fair play to sylvia telling Jess what we were all thinking but could you not of done it outside my door, Emma slpet with ross big deal did you need to shout about it! Every ight i hear shouting and slamming of doors! I'm so glad i'm going back for the weekend tomorrow so i can get away from here for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking of going home tomorrow my train tickets still haven't come and apparently i should of allowed 5 working days which means they are going to come tomorrow although they probably won't due to the shitty post here at the moment, which means i'm going to have to shell out another £15 that i can't really afford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note i got my module results back today! I don't know what i got in the exams but i must of done well judging by my overall results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE1010: SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT: 61%,B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE1011: GEOGRAPHY: A REGIONAL INTRODUCTION: 64%,B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS1006: INTRODUCTION TO GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION SYSTEMS: 66%, B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am quite pleased with those they brightened my day slightly!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3652792684065964708?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3652792684065964708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3652792684065964708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3652792684065964708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3652792684065964708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-sleep.html' title='Oh Sleep'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-7218609854423222172</id><published>2009-02-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:53:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tables have turned</title><content type='html'>Does anyone actually read my blog? Or because i neglected it for so long everyone has goen away and i now just continue to babble onto myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ahve many things which i wanted to blog about so much that i wrote a list of things so i didn't forget anything. Firstly i wanted to say about the title of this blog. At school i was always don't know how to phrase this, the one who out of my group of friends wasn't as clever and never tried or could be bothered, the person who after saying my name teachers sometimes let out a small sigh. I could have done so much better but i basically couldn't be bothered, and used every excuse possible not to go to lessons especailly textiles. Here at uni though  i am the complete oppersite everyone thinks i'm really clever as i got a B at A level lol. Everyone wants to borrow my notes and i have still to this day have not missed a lecture or a practicle. Geek :o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i know i have not done well on here is exams. I do not want the results of those back. I had a dream the other night that i got 12% which actually wouldn't suprise me especailly with sustainable development!  One thing the lecturer said to us was that if your gonna get one thing right remember the Brutland commision in 1980 summat well i put it in the 1990's and called it a important conference ooooh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the good news on my GIS test i got 74% which is a first whooop! But the most important thing is that i beat luke by 2%! Luke is a total computer geek and is actually doing a GIS degree LOL! Well he would of got 80 summat percent but they could not find one if his files he claimed that he uploaded them to minerva( A virtual learning environment not the roman god, i mean godess lucy :P) but they could not find them so who knows but i still beat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on from uni stuffs i jsut went to do my daily thing of reading everyones blogs but by RSS feeds things were not working. I felt lost. I had to navigate my way to everyones blogs through dominicself.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew has left about an hour or so ago since spending the weekend with me. I can't be bothered to describe it all but i was driven almost to the point of insanity by constanly hearing about his perfect 1.4 turbo fiat punto. That he cannot afford but really wants aghr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuut talking of cars. The parents have a bought a new car for my mother which i am to be insured on!! Whoooop! It is only a toyota Aygo but still as much as i love my little polo it will be nice to occasionally drive a car with power stearing and not have the thought that it may break down while diagonally across my road causing a traffic jam, embrassment and having to stear it while my dad pushes it backwards up the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-7218609854423222172?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/7218609854423222172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=7218609854423222172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7218609854423222172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7218609854423222172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/02/tables-have-turned.html' title='Tables have turned'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8887501475739014079</id><published>2009-02-11T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:55:19.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I'm currently deciding wether i want to go out or not? See it is the almighty flirt tonight, but i feel a little bit ill and really tired and worried if i go it will be a reapteat of being sick lots again :S. Plus laura and Zoe have shunned me off for the cinema, which isn't that big of a deal cus everyone else is going. I'll probably decide about half hour before we go out  but right now i really don't feel like going cus i feel rubbish the only thing that is tempting me to go is the fact i have my outfit planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So also this week all my GIS lecutre and practicles have been cancelled whooo so this week i have like hardly any lesson well i hardly have any time in uni at all this semester. My week conists of&lt;br /&gt;Mondayoff.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Goegraphy skills lecture 11-1&lt;br /&gt;Survey Methods lecure 4-6&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Survey methods practicle 9-11&lt;br /&gt;Landform annalysis practicle 11-1&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Geography skills practicle 9-11&lt;br /&gt;Friday off&lt;br /&gt;and i only have my practicle on thursday every other week. Hello five day weekends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a house :) next year i shall be living on Locksbrook Road :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall leave you while i try and work up some engery to do somehting other than just sit here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byyeeee&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8887501475739014079?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8887501475739014079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8887501475739014079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8887501475739014079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8887501475739014079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5425687470551112661</id><published>2009-02-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:49:32.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy Blog Blog</title><content type='html'>So here it goes the first time in ages a proper blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in bath as of today and have a nice sunday lunch with my mum and dad at the pub :) Although i'm going back home again on friday, like a loser but for valetines and my mums birthday :D Me and Andy are going to the sea life centre because we are cool kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reunited with Laura so far and had a good gossip and realised how much i really do love her! I'm sat in my room watching the snow, which has made the campus look beautiful, be dissolved away by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow hopefully i will be singing te contract on a beautiful Josie suited house! Its painted yellow with a blue front door! And has a little palm tree in the garden! Every room has different wall paper i personally like the one with beach huts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill promise ill start blogging properly all the time now :)&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5425687470551112661?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5425687470551112661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5425687470551112661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5425687470551112661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5425687470551112661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/02/bloggy-blog-blog.html' title='Bloggy Blog Blog'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1927565406707586549</id><published>2009-01-30T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:25:42.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another uni rant</title><content type='html'>Basically no one at uni knows about this blog. so i'm going to rant. i am home for two weeks for our intersemester break. which everyone has known that i was plannign to come home for the two weeks since christmas. so what do some of my house mates for next year go and do arrange to see houses on monday while i am not there!!! and i know they will still og and see it and expect me to sign a contract having never seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will make out that is my own fault despite the fact that two of them have also been home for two weeks being as they have had no exams like i did, so got an extra week off. I'm trying not to shout at them as i will have no one to live with next year and i do love them really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1927565406707586549?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1927565406707586549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1927565406707586549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1927565406707586549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1927565406707586549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-uni-rant.html' title='Another uni rant'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5935121938364404296</id><published>2008-12-29T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:33:22.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry this isn't a proper blog</title><content type='html'>but i thought i'd use this silly questionnare thing to reflect upon the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?well i think most important thing was going to uni really quite a big new step&lt;br /&gt;I also had my first legal drink&lt;br /&gt;aaaand cant remeber but thee is probably some other things i cant think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I never make new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?i dont think so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? nooo thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no5. What countries did you visit?errrrm just wales i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?haha money please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?errrrm waaaaales the day we nearly died :P, my birthday , results day and there is sure many that i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?my a level results, proving Mrs Nibbs wrong lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? general studies? lol, not sure, dont think there was anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?ohhh yes, freshers flu actually killed me, and the time i hurt my leg and couldnt get to geography :P i hurt myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? paying my rent for my uni room, technically i dont own it but it was allot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration? confused :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?haha dont think anyones behaviour has ever made me depressed althouigh certain people at unis behaviour does depress me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?gosh darn raccomdation and icaland food and the oocasional tipple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? errrrrrm waaaales cus im sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008? Seeeeeeeex iiiiiisss oooooon fiiiiiiiiire, waering my rollex, when i grow up, disturbia (webbs crew baby), Thats not my name,  low low low, four minutes of there is too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:i. happier or sadder? happierii. thinner or fatter? id say happiness and thinness stayed the same,  but i tell you what im allot poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of? well of the summer i worked loooooads, spent allot more time with people. Can't really rmeber, oh and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?nothing i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?I spent it with my fmaily just the four of us and scrappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2008? haha well i actually fell in love with him in o7 but tstill in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program? outnumbered cus im a geeeek and casualty and many more but it escapes my mind right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? haha ermt hink i hate the same people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read? hummmm, the dog in the war, joke i havent read it. you great gatsby is my actually favourite boook ... not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?r n b baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?not sure :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favourite film of this year?madagascar 2 and mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?18 and it was easter sunday so didnt do much that actually day but on the friday i had a paarrrtaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?im not sure, i was pretty happy this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? The tramp look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?noooothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? i cant remeber lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most? nothing really appart from wanting obama to win lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?my firends i left behind while at university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met? Quite a few people actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:just go for it wahts the worst that can help it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: urrrrm blank mind...... " I like where we are when we drive in your car"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5935121938364404296?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5935121938364404296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5935121938364404296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5935121938364404296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5935121938364404296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-this-isnt-proper-blog.html' title='Sorry this isn&apos;t a proper blog'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1978338624395008067</id><published>2008-11-27T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:33:25.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home time</title><content type='html'>Today yet again i am going home for the weekend. I am looking forward to this for many reasons but the most important being that i can talk without the worry of someone takiong the piss out of me! Everyone here talks like Dom, they come from London or reading or surrey or bedfordshore or hertfordshire and so all speak properly. They also all seem to think Brimingham is up north and millions of miles away from Bath and shocked when i say it only takes an hour and a half in the the car or 2 on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway im getting really fed up of saying a sentance and having each word i say discected and people doing impressions that end up scouse. Everyone says how they love my accent and how course it is. but im like guys mt accent really isnt that strong, if you go to Birmgham you'll see.  My accent was funny at first but we have been here nealry 10 weeks now lets let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway rant over and i'm going home to escape this&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1978338624395008067?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1978338624395008067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1978338624395008067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1978338624395008067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1978338624395008067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-time.html' title='Home time'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1210115443310794289</id><published>2008-10-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:00:19.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I realised i had become a student when is at with richard  both drinking water out of a mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also someone has stolen one of my plates , my can opener and my sharp knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our halls is in trouble because moving fire extinguishers is illigal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got my heels stuck in fields 3 times since getting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my university is also a farm and the other instead of doing work i watched a cow scratching its head on a post for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in a river not realising i had a hole in welly causing me to get a numb foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my thumb stuck in a clothes arier for a considerably long amount of time which caused 3 days of major discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching senior students chase chinease men is my new sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that use by dates arent there to be followed if its smells and looks ok eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night bath spa has talent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a small snippet of my university life! I will blog properly soon i promise! ( it has only been two months!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1210115443310794289?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1210115443310794289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1210115443310794289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1210115443310794289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1210115443310794289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8599758907756844252</id><published>2008-08-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:52:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Webbs</title><content type='html'>In the post today i recieved a latter from my dear employer Webbs of Wychbold and it made me laugh for about half an hour. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Josie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our human resources department have given me your details as you have noted on your application form that you play the clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will be aware, from time to time we organise events for our customers and i would like ot know if you would be happy to give a preformance during one or maybe more of theses events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to take  part [please can you let me know on bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine sinclair&lt;br /&gt;Marketing department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear webbs im going to cry when i leave you in around three weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note i go to wales on tuesday come home firday and go again on monday. Whooo Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8599758907756844252?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8599758907756844252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8599758907756844252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8599758907756844252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8599758907756844252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-webbs.html' title='Oh Webbs'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4251755628945527979</id><published>2008-08-15T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:17:45.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaarrrrtttttth Sppppaaarrrr!</title><content type='html'>I meant to start blogging again properly. Like blogging everyday, but it never happened, but at least i'm writting a blog for you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday was the day we ahve all been waiting for reults day! I got into my first choice bath spa or barth spar as the peple there and Dom say. I needed to get 3C's or 240 UCAS point and i got BCD so it all wored out good. Unfortunatly my A Levels did not speell DUUDE like they did last year but i thought it was quite a good improvment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B was in Geography which is  quite an improvement on the E of last year! I also got my first ever A in a module in Geography for my coursework. so yeh mum hte soil in freezer bags in teh garage all worked out good in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My C shockingly was in Textiles. Lord knows how i got better on my coursework than last year i think there was a bit of playing with the marks by the teachers but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D was in english which was a bit disapointing but ill live i got in so who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i also failed genreal studies again hahahahaha and the general exam i thought i'd done really well at i got 31/90 whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nan phoned me when i got home and a frustrating me and nan converstation followed. She was disapointed that i got no As but said i still did well to get into Bath because it is a good university. I have not yet had there heart to tell her that im going to Bath Spa university which has  only been a uni since 2005 and not the university of Bath which has been a university for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my day was made today when mr Baker e-mailed me to ask what i got beacuase he was on his was back from America Yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4251755628945527979?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4251755628945527979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4251755628945527979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4251755628945527979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4251755628945527979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/08/baaaarrrrtttttth-sppppaaarrrr.html' title='Baaaarrrrtttttth Sppppaaarrrr!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-865070969784568164</id><published>2008-08-03T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:40:45.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep meaning to blog</title><content type='html'>But i keep loosing track and stuff and have loda of half finished blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway the most excitting thing for me atm is:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING ON HOLIDAY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Yes me and Andrew are going to Cornwall Camping. Hopefully the weather will be nice and not rain becuase otherwise it will be pants. well i ahve packed and re packe dmy bag three times now because its relaly big and full and like the size of andrews boot, but after Nic telling me stuff like i dont need 3 skirts it is now slightly smaller. Andy's still going to moan tomorrow. Also do not get me started about the stupid time in which he wnats to leave in the morning. We are going to hit every little bit of traffic going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also im am pooing myself about results day. i had a dream in which i failed everything and had to stay at waseley for another year. I have now convined myself that this is going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you my holidays pics&lt;br /&gt;joooosiiieee&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-865070969784568164?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/865070969784568164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=865070969784568164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/865070969784568164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/865070969784568164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-keep-meaning-to-blog.html' title='I keep meaning to blog'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4788949731815008788</id><published>2008-06-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:24:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeey!</title><content type='html'>I tried bloggin about some amusing things last wednesday but then my interent broke and has only just started working tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sahre the news that; I AHVE FINALLY PASSED MY DRIVING TEST! so yes i've been out in my car over the past two days cruising around. Today me and my sister went into KFC in redditch to gt a bucket that she has wanted us to get when i pass for about the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to pick Lucy up so we could watch the dvd for english synoptic. outside lucys hous ei had a bit of an argument with a dustbin lorry. who jsut kept moving towards em and wouldnt stop. resulting in me reversing up the road and into a wheelie bin haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dvd was the most boring thing ever and was spose to be funny. it wasa bout an alcholic vicors wife who slept with an indain man. so instead we wtaced scrappy chase flies and he slapped me round the face. little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4788949731815008788?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4788949731815008788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4788949731815008788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4788949731815008788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4788949731815008788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheeeeey.html' title='Wheeeeey!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6013178147404068079</id><published>2008-06-03T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:04:32.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was going to do lots of revision today</title><content type='html'>But i haven't. I have done sod all. I was woken up at 7 this morning by the birthday boy some how mananging to open my door, jump on my bed and lick my face. Yes today is Scrappy's Birthday. He is 5. Kathryn has just taken him out on a big birthday walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yester day was just as pointless but it really wasn't my fault. I got up early ready to apply for accomdation for Bath. It is was at a first come first serve basis and application opened at 9am. So i logge don tot he student portal which was really slow due to like over 1000 people trying to apply for accomadation at the same time. but i filled out the form put on my 3 choices. it then said click finish to save application and pay £150 deposit so i did and some weird thing came up and took me back to the home page. i checked my aplpication status and it had saved  my choices but said my deposit hadn't been payed so my application couldnt be processed. So i e-mailed the accomdation people who told me that the finance page wasn't working and that they would conact me at a latter date for my deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd i spent £3.40 on bus fair to go to school to find out that miss orchard was away so i shouldnt have left the house. but i did see Lucy and Lou in subway which mad emy journey feel slightly less wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6013178147404068079?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6013178147404068079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6013178147404068079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6013178147404068079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6013178147404068079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-going-to-do-lots-of-revision.html' title='I was going to do lots of revision today'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1702036613786887049</id><published>2008-05-29T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:10:24.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look Josie, They're flying Josie"</title><content type='html'>After Nic called me a big homosexual and bullied me into blogging, here i am after pulling myself away from a geography geek orintated game of placing counteries on a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im back from the house ot Shaw to the boring house if Mclaren. where  my mother accused me of being an alcholic becuase i have bacardi breezers in my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is actually blank of things nto blog about which is strange from me. Appart from i do have to say that Girls aloud was the best night of my life. Me and kathryns seats were at the very back but we were sat behind two men who as my sister said "bats for the other team" which made it all better! we were on a boring row were they all sat down where as me and Kathryn stood up and danced and sung and screamed all night! and now i have a poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1702036613786887049?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1702036613786887049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1702036613786887049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1702036613786887049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1702036613786887049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-josie-theyre-flying-josie.html' title='&quot;Look Josie, They&apos;re flying Josie&quot;'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6818489847473616175</id><published>2008-05-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:44:03.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excitment</title><content type='html'>New people moved in over the road today. Brian who was my dads amte and an absolute ledge has moved out. He has gone to live with his new fiancee Fi in Hagley because its too rough around here. so far from what i have seen from the new people one has a mullet and was drinking beer in the road and he also appears to have a chavvy son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the Mclaren house we finally have the new coffe table. its huge and amount as big as the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand finally the mst important thing for me to be excitted about. IM SEEING GIRLS ALOUD TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6818489847473616175?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6818489847473616175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6818489847473616175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6818489847473616175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6818489847473616175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitment.html' title='excitment'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-2752558821178936265</id><published>2008-05-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:14:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzus</title><content type='html'>i have not blogged for a looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nic but the ikea blog is gone i cannot be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;basically me and Nic went to ikea, he bought a lovely rug, i then stuffed my face with a chocolate twist while watching him struggle with various boxes, we then went to a closed costa and made frescatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i last blogged i have also failed my driving test fot the secound time. for being too hesisant which is like the worst reason ever. Even more annoyingly Duz passed today so now i fear for my life when anywhere near a road. he stalled twice and touched the kurb loads and still passed. was the examiners first job for the DSA? had he not been turned into a teen hating evil man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toooday was a normal Josie day. got up did some revision, got scrappy back from someones garden. rolled into school at about 1, told lucy and leah about the time i was a black midget, had a poor excuse for an enlgish lesson and then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go now beacuse i dont plan my blogs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will blog more now i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byyyyyyyyyyeee&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-2752558821178936265?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/2752558821178936265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=2752558821178936265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2752558821178936265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2752558821178936265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzus.html' title='Jeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzus'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-1282693271755561456</id><published>2008-04-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:14:58.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] needs" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie needs air"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] looks like" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Josie looks like she's ready to dive off your lap onto the dog to hitch a ride. Yee haw! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] likes" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie likes my art, for which I am totally and absolutely flattered. Josie’s art work is unique and eternal"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] says" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie says "bye-bye" to the camera."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] wants" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie wants your heart"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] does" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie does Edinburgh"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] hates" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"josie hates mark ass tricks and rotas!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] loves" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie Loves Barney -- Matthew Barney"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] goes" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie goes to the vet. Josie has to go to the vet in the morning and get fixed. She'll be gone over night and mom will get her Saturday morning "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Type "[your name] has" into Google search:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Josie has moved into a small home of her own in North Wales, goes to college and loves the company of her boyfriend Iwan Griffith,"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thankyou Lucy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-1282693271755561456?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/1282693271755561456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=1282693271755561456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1282693271755561456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/1282693271755561456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/04/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8069832826944491457</id><published>2008-04-14T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:16:27.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked off</title><content type='html'>Im fucked off with the amount of coursework i have to do and how im trying so ahrd but going no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked that im still ill and have so much coursework to do but all i want to do is sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked off with people and the wya they act like the world revolves around them, and im fucked off with these people friends who wont let you moan about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked off with 40d becuase im trying to watch last weeks skins but its being an arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Nic if your reading this talk to me i've been trying to get hold of you havent talked to you for too long and i fancy a chat and a moan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8069832826944491457?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8069832826944491457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8069832826944491457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8069832826944491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8069832826944491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucked-off.html' title='Fucked off'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5240338266712101092</id><published>2008-04-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:19:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've haaad a reallly goooood</title><content type='html'>night tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much coursework to do for wednesday and friday buuuuuuut i really dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it another time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) oooooonnnneeeee mooooooooorrrre ttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5240338266712101092?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5240338266712101092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5240338266712101092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5240338266712101092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5240338266712101092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-haaad-reallly-goooood.html' title='I&apos;ve haaad a reallly goooood'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8627249420947903132</id><published>2008-03-29T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:08:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vodka and coke if your asking</title><content type='html'>Well last night was my party, as you all probably know becuase i think the people that read this blog were all there. i got a bit drunk but hey it was my 18th. My dad, Andy, Joe Nic, Duz and another person i can't remeber all bought me drinks. Not everyone i invited turned up but last night showed me who my real friends are really, and the that mattered showed up and i love them all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ngiht of many amusing incidents like wehn i manged to get a stickey arm from coughing vodka and coke down it, i also managed to get a swallon thumb joint thats blue today from when dancing to reach by S club 7 i hit it off the heel of my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andys mum and dad also showed up and stood in the corner talking to my dad all night and andy's mum bopped to herself after saying that she didnt want to dance with us because she'd show us up, but i think we did a pretty good job of that by ourselves. Me and andy worked out that Steve (andys dad) must have had at least 6 pints and my dad had at least 8. My farther was slightly merry and i think annoyed the taxi driver on the way home by messing with this radio. They also imformed me that we are having a bbq on 13th July :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night when i was saying goodbye to duzzy he picked me up and told andy that he was taking me with him. It was a scary experiance, duzzzy was fucked as he put it. I also thought i had gone to sleep in my bed, and woke up confused in the middle of the night in bed with andy in the computer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i shall be off now&lt;br /&gt;thankyou everone again who came, and those that didn't well your twats&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8627249420947903132?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8627249420947903132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8627249420947903132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8627249420947903132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8627249420947903132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/vodka-and-coke-if-your-asking.html' title='A vodka and coke if your asking'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-75276687748147327</id><published>2008-03-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:22:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was feeling down</title><content type='html'>So i listened to i love to move it deutsch version and now everything OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-75276687748147327?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/75276687748147327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=75276687748147327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/75276687748147327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/75276687748147327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-feeling-down.html' title='I was feeling down'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-7707648704305246349</id><published>2008-03-25T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:06:49.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today And Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday me and Andrew went to the crown at driotwhich for a two for one meal. I also bought my first legal drink but very disapiontadly the man didn't even ask me for id. I was wekk gutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Leah being the geeks that we are went into school to do some textiles. We did some sewing and stuff and then spent a long peroid of time drinking tea ( we both have it with 2 sugars) and then finishing off the one day out of date crumpets for the food department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak soon guys&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-7707648704305246349?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/7707648704305246349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=7707648704305246349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7707648704305246349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/7707648704305246349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-and-yesterday.html' title='Today And Yesterday'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-2096234442693923485</id><published>2008-03-23T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:59:16.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday</title><content type='html'>yeh man i am finally 18!&lt;br /&gt;Today along with Lucy mason i drank my first legal drink and tomorrow with my Drew i should be buying my first drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am also writting this on my sexy new lap top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-2096234442693923485?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/2096234442693923485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=2096234442693923485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2096234442693923485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2096234442693923485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8642085602502883291</id><published>2008-03-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:20:40.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never tell a story serously.....</title><content type='html'>when it starts with Mrs nibbs, Mrs roberts and me were in the cupboard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't blog properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;textiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8642085602502883291?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8642085602502883291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8642085602502883291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8642085602502883291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8642085602502883291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-can-never-tell-story-serously.html' title='You can never tell a story serously.....'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-335882134952068022</id><published>2008-03-13T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:19:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite rumours....</title><content type='html'>Being spred by a certain Miss Kelly Lippett, i did not try to, or hold Mr bakers hand. Nor did i try to lure him into any woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accidental brushing of hands has been tacken too far by Kelly and Mr Baker :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byyyeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-335882134952068022?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/335882134952068022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=335882134952068022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/335882134952068022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/335882134952068022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/despite-rumours.html' title='Despite rumours....'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5446230356387963785</id><published>2008-03-07T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:57:49.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5446230356387963785?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5446230356387963785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5446230356387963785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5446230356387963785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5446230356387963785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/03/this.html' title='this'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4678941190931609080</id><published>2008-02-28T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:11:02.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr baker</title><content type='html'>Is the most helpless teacher ever,he just e-mailed me to say that he has lost my geography proposal form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeeeeessuus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish to marry him though&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4678941190931609080?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4678941190931609080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4678941190931609080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4678941190931609080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4678941190931609080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-baker.html' title='Mr baker'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-6616774249062853611</id><published>2008-02-27T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:20:21.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coursework WILL be the death of me</title><content type='html'>Every single piece of coursework in the world is like due in by easter. i would think this was an achievable target and will a few sleepless nights id do it if i wasnt for the bitch of textiles. I hate this subject like worse than i hated biology. If it wasnt for uni i wuld do no cousrework not go to lesson and fail and not bat an eyelid thats how much i can not stand this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are now back from australia so i am sporting and sexy australia hoody that as ron pointed out isnt actually a hoody. Today i saw photosof there trip and wana go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roos are as big as people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day has been amde better by hearing the news that theres gonna be another youth camping trip this summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway m of to talk to poeple on msn and do like a paragraph of english coursework! I FOUND ARCADIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-6616774249062853611?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/6616774249062853611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=6616774249062853611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6616774249062853611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/6616774249062853611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/02/coursework-will-be-death-of-me.html' title='Coursework WILL be the death of me'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3920277548977923899</id><published>2008-02-16T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:53:03.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im turning into Leah Glover</title><content type='html'>I decided not to go out tonight and have spent the night instead looking up the different soil types and i might wag school on tuesday to go dig up soil :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason that i have not gone out is becuase im shattered because i am ill and beacuse i was up late shouting at year 11s to follow the ruels i had pinned to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway goodnight i might watch casualty and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3920277548977923899?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3920277548977923899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3920277548977923899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3920277548977923899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3920277548977923899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-turning-into-leah-glover.html' title='Im turning into Leah Glover'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-4443505585617817703</id><published>2008-02-03T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:20:24.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well urm...</title><content type='html'>This morning i found the textiles folder. it was on te table the swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i celbrated this by watching series 3 of black books.oh why oh why god is there not a series 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a old man at work told me i work hard and should be paid £10 an hour oh i wish thet was really true. he then told me about how all theese big companies get money hungry and neglect there workers. I love this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-4443505585617817703?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/4443505585617817703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=4443505585617817703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4443505585617817703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/4443505585617817703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-urm.html' title='well urm...'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-9054158259724824060</id><published>2008-02-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:28:49.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Today i woke up with good intentions ofgetting a crack on with my lots of courseowrk. Well i went on the computer and found out lats f stuff about hydroseres for geography and planne dmy route of how t get into broadmoor wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided i relaly should do some textiles. I turned the house over to search for it but it was no where to be found. I swear last time i saw it was at the bottom of the stairs but its not there now! so this got me depressed and as i waved goodbye to my a levels i got into bed and watched series two of black books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too depressedfor scrappy who only lay with me for ashort while before disappearing. I got out of bed for a bit to dye my hair. its not relaly that different althoguh i was hoping for it bo be so no one will probably tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then watched the rest of black books and perked up a bit. So i played singstar which my mum then invaded and i beat her twice! we did a very good barbie girl duet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then watched casualty and me and nic text each other about it and both got depressed again. I watched the one and only getting more fed up as elton John went out.  i then came upstairs to licten to helloggodbye and i am now happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of my life: I have bought tickets to see girls aloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-9054158259724824060?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/9054158259724824060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=9054158259724824060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/9054158259724824060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/9054158259724824060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-3267745933720646558</id><published>2008-01-29T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:12:50.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein shmeinstein</title><content type='html'>today i watched airport and laughed the msot i have for a long while, thanks to an Indain women shuting at a man "my mother is dead" over and over. wrong to laugh i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog properly soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee cap is blue&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-3267745933720646558?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/3267745933720646558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=3267745933720646558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3267745933720646558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/3267745933720646558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/01/einstein-chmeinstein.html' title='Einstein shmeinstein'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5456875130792023790</id><published>2008-01-17T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:41:04.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I meet possibly the coolist due i've ever meet. I want to Rachels and there he wasstaring back at me in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Is a big fish with an attidude problem. He is alone in his tank once he had some fish friends but he ate them. See he is natrually a meat eater but rachel who is a vegetarian is trying to get him out of his meat eating ways and so feed him fish flakes. He has to be fed four times a day and apprently and when you do he can smell the meat of your fingers and tried to bite them. When you put food in his tank as well he swims to the bottom and then shoots himself at the food and jumps out the water at the top and if you don't fed him he jumps up and hits lid of the tank to let you know. Also once when rachels dad took the lid of the tank he jumped out and landed in a draw but they got a net and he survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was named vince by my sister a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Vince. Anyway its about time i got ready to go to school really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbyyyyyeeee&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5456875130792023790?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5456875130792023790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5456875130792023790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5456875130792023790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5456875130792023790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/01/vince-3.html' title='Vince &lt;3'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-5773449434534225613</id><published>2008-01-13T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:48:16.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my golly Gosh</title><content type='html'>Will somoone please make me 18 or able to drive. it would make my life a whole lot better. thats right if your reading this DVLA post my licence back you twits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think coffee fumes have aafected me head today cus i've gone like majorly completly hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also covered in ink after using my artistic meritin Ni'c birthday card. I also bought him a really cool present and if he dosn't like it ill have it back mr parkes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My andrew is up a mountian this week on college based fun that i have had like 94837590736749 texts about so far moaning that he wants to come home. he had chicken and chips todaya nd apprently it was very dry. as i ssaid to him i will use this oppertunity to have lots of sex and party hard. hhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my like 2 blog fans&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-5773449434534225613?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/5773449434534225613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=5773449434534225613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5773449434534225613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/5773449434534225613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-golly-gosh.html' title='Oh my golly Gosh'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-2545724253562177886</id><published>2008-01-08T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:34:14.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's blog</title><content type='html'>Id had that damn song by Craig David Stuck in my head for weeks. But now finally Leeeeetts Daaaaance was repalced in my head this morning by (drum role)&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaake me up before you go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo whats been happening in mylfe?&lt;br /&gt;really not that much its been taken over  my geography revision and school. damn January exams i mocked the people that had some last year when i had none. i am re sitting an exam in englsih next wednesday on a book that i havent read for a year and even then didnt read the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally copying lucy i went to the shop today and i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;An anorak, a basketball, a coat, Dracula, an egg, fishfingers, a greenhouse, Haribo, ink, jewellery, a Kraftwerk CD, Lucozade, my mum, noodles, an organ, a prosthetic nose, something queer, rhubarb, Scrappy (,y dog dog), teabags, a ukelele, Vera, a wet wipe, xenophobia, a yetti, a zip&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, an anteater, bacon, a church, Diana's body and an emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-2545724253562177886?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/2545724253562177886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=2545724253562177886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2545724253562177886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/2545724253562177886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-blog.html' title='Let&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997501154227283764.post-8269662264613893799</id><published>2008-01-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:23:44.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Josie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a compulsive blogger! That fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; shut the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RV&lt;/span&gt; blog has been eating me up inside and i really need somewhere to ramble. This has lead to the creation of this blog. I'm still not happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the aesthetics of it but hey does that matter as long as you can read the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i feel the need to talk about my festive period. So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day was OK. i spent it with the family including my two nans who do crack me up. i got various things including a new camera after mine broke due to some sand and some wind. i also got various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boks&lt;/span&gt; and a shower radio so my shower is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as good as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nic's&lt;/span&gt; but like £1000 cheaper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;apart&lt;/span&gt; from i bet his dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; tapped bin bags to the bottom to stop it from leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing day started with breakfast at which my nan said penis so i had to laugh into a tissue. I then got my presents of Andy which included high school musical 1 and 2, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sing star a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; underwear. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought new year in with Leah x2 Kelly and Andy. It was really fun and we played shots snakes and ladders that i seemed to get the most shots. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt; Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lippett&lt;/span&gt; got really drunk and made us all laugh rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to go now because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; boring myself.&lt;br /&gt;yours faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Josie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;McLaren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3997501154227283764-8269662264613893799?l=josiemclaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/feeds/8269662264613893799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3997501154227283764&amp;postID=8269662264613893799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8269662264613893799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997501154227283764/posts/default/8269662264613893799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiemclaren.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-blog.html' title='First Blog!'/><author><name>Josie McLaren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11628563403071781792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jRCCvUBWJzU/R4PZb-ipm1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7CC-GiuLWw/S220/Photo-0180.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
