<?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-10981297</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:02:10.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Like Toy Soldiers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-112158209407511195</id><published>2005-07-17T07:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:34:54.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went town yesterday. tried on a skirt and I actually liked it! I want it, it's awesome. Tartan, black lace trimming, black and white chick with pins, zips and 'Hellboy' patch! £25 though. Going to put a deposit on my drums today I think, I hope. Only 1 more week of school then the holidays!! Can't wait. I think I might have a wander around the house, see what's happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-112158209407511195?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/112158209407511195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=112158209407511195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/112158209407511195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/112158209407511195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-town-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111969410701602102</id><published>2005-06-25T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:08:27.023Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus Christ and Charlotte Church, people are bugging me lately! Didn't speak to Emmalie and KJ for two days. Nice break actually. Emmalie's pissing me off. She's completely obsessed with Billie Joe, and good for her but she don't fuckin shut up about him! I'm not jokin, she's like 'Billie Joe  this, Billie Joe that!' I know I'm obsessed with Eminem but I keep my fuckin mouth shut cause I know it pisses people off! Plus she's worshipping Aime. She had a go at me on Sunday cause I was 'going off' with KJ, which I wasn't. So I was like 'Well you can talk Miss-Aime' and she goes I'm only with Aime cause you're not talking to me! So now I'm treating them all the same, but she's still going off with Aime! 'I can put up with her in small doses' my fuckin ass! She's always with her! Last weekend she went to Aime's with Amelia, and then they both went to hers on Sunday! It doesn't bother me if she likes her, cause Aime can be ok somtimes, but when she lies about liking her and then lies about having her round, it's THAT that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was being shit annoying yesterday too, when she gets home she's all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I'm so depressed..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I just am..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I just am..'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I just am..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I'm crying'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I just am..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'I just am..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  'Why?' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Because my friend's on the phone crying'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'She just is..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Why?' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'She just is..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Why?' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'She just is..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Why is that makin you 'depressed'?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'It just is...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'It just is...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Why?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'BECAUSE IT IS!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 'Well she's 13, how can she know what love is?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'You can't talk!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then I blocked her.... she has no need to bring my love life into this.... or my lack of it..  I said why 13 times... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ wanted me to go cinema with her, Emmalie, Aime, and a load of people from Cherry. I said I'd pass... actually I think my exact words were 'I'd rather eat horse shit and kiss Christina Aguilera after she's just given Fred Durst a blow job, while listenin to N*Sync than go and watch Emmalie kiss Aime's feet going 'I only like her in small doses!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111969410701602102?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111969410701602102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111969410701602102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111969410701602102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111969410701602102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/jesus-christ-and-charlotte-church.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111918494023029075</id><published>2005-06-19T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:42:20.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG Green Day was freaking awesome. It was so good. We were quite close. Billie Joe starting wanking on stage then went 'Somebody fuck me!' We met this cool guy called Rob. He's sixteen and lives in Kettering he's well funny. Green Day were calling people up on stage to play and Rob knew I played drums so when they asked for a drummer they started screaming and lifting me up and I was like 'Fuck off! I don't wanna go up! No!' Anyway, I have his msn address. He wants to hear me play drums cause he needs a drummer for his band but I don't wanna! I'm not that good! God that concert freaking rocked. I didn't wanna leave it was so good. IT WAS BETTER THAN THE EMINEM CONCERT! I was so happy when they played Minority! I love that song!Oh yeah and some chavs outside were going 'Fuck Green Day, It's all about the Eminem September the 9th!' I was gunna say something but I didn't. Slept until 11 this morning... I think&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I might be going to The Soundhaus tonight to practise band with Mads and people. She hasn't text me back yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111918494023029075?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111918494023029075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111918494023029075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111918494023029075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111918494023029075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/omfg-green-day-was-freaking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111894907343685266</id><published>2005-06-16T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:11:13.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not really in a blogging mood, if there is such a thing. Today was rubbish. I think I fell out with all my best mates at least once today. Right at the end of the day Hannah went hyper and tried to pick me up, then Alex helped her then they started running backwards carrying me then they just dropped me. Nice. It was funny though. KJ's mates are cool. Spesh Sophie and Emma. They funny. Emma hugs me a lot. She came over and hugged me then said something then hugged me again and went 'I'm a bit high on Lucozade!' and ran off! Today Sophie was going 'I want a lolly, I want a lolly, I want a lolly NOW!' She used to scare me a bit. But she doesn't really anymore. I think everyone's getting fed up of me because I'm 'depressed'. I'm gonna look up the symptoms of being depressed and see if I really am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes in appetite that result in weight losses or gains not related to dieting - Check&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia or oversleeping - Check&lt;br /&gt;Loss of energy or increased fatigue - Check&lt;br /&gt;Restlessness or irritability - Check&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of worthlessness or inappropriate guilt - Check&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty thinking, concentrating, or making decisions - Check&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of death or suicide or attempts at suicide - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Well that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111894907343685266?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111894907343685266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111894907343685266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111894907343685266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111894907343685266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-not-really-in-blogging-mood-if.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111826335967397052</id><published>2005-06-08T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:42:39.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!! Oh my God! I am in SUCH a good mood! I've been in a good mood all week. Just because I'm going to see Eminem... See, It's the little things that please me! LOL That reminds me of Lucy... she came to my house and went 'Wow! You have a silver fridge!' So my name on MSN was ''You have a silver fridge!' It's the little details that Lucy loves!'&lt;br /&gt;I was really hyper on Monday but I missed Emmalie! She's back now though, she went to Spain and she's so tanned! But now she's back it feels like she never left!&lt;br /&gt;Today was good. We weren't allowed in the class room/mobile at lunch so we right outside the door, like 15 of us all singing our gay lil songs we made up! It's so funny. It goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come from NSG&lt;br /&gt;We're like a family&lt;br /&gt;We make lots of noise&lt;br /&gt;When we see sexy boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate Miss Davies she&lt;br /&gt;She gaves us ectasy&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't tell our mum&lt;br /&gt;Because we wanted some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to NSB&lt;br /&gt;To have a party&lt;br /&gt;He offered it to me&lt;br /&gt;I agreed happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;Givin the neighbours a fright&lt;br /&gt;Banging on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Because we wanted more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the girls from N.S.G!&lt;br /&gt;We like the boys from N.S.B!&lt;br /&gt;Sound up! One Two!&lt;br /&gt;Sound up! Three Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and that's our song! LOL It's so fucked up but we were all so hyper and couldn't give a fuck, skipping round the field singing this! We met our new Spanish teacher as well. Me, Em, Han, Di and KJ were in fits because our new Spanish teacher is French, and she randomly switches her accents from Spanish, to French, to English! It was so funny! Then we had PSE and had to think of what to do our assembly on and were doing it on Global Warming. Me Han Rish and Jess were branistorming about what we could to do to stop it. We got a bit silly and strarted writing things like 'Save the whales' 'Green peace' 'Hug trees' and 'Become a hippy' Then me and em were getting our words mixed up and were trying to say 'Become a hippy and hug a tree' but ending up saying 'Become a tree and hug a hippy!'&lt;br /&gt;Me Em and KJ walked down and sat in Bradlough Fields while waiting for the bus. It was good. This cute little dog ran up to us and we went 'Aww!' then it grab KJ's shoe and we all shouted 'No!' and this poor dog shit itself (NOT literally) and ran off while we sat there giggling. Then this female dog was standing there and this male rotweiler came over and started to lick her and try fuck her and Em was sitting there laughin her ass off and when she laughs you can hear he going 'He he he' which made me laugh more. Then we were watching this two boys walk along the path trying to work out if they were fit but we didn't realise we were all staring at them until they waved so we waved back then they waved again then Em started motioning for them to come over and me and KJ kind of wrestled her to the ground going 'Emmalie what are you doing?!' Later just as were leaving we realised they were sat on a bench about 50 yards away just watching us! It was freaky. Then I nearly missed the bus but I got home and finished my book (so sad! *sniff*) Now I'm writing this!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have swimming - Joy! - and I have to play the drum peice to Wake Me Up When September Ends (thats my blog URL!) in my drum lesson. But the crash cymbal is broken so I can't play on it, and I couldn't practise today cause exam prep was going on so Mrs Vaughan kicked up out. We also have ICT - the highlight of my week! *cough* NOT! *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111826335967397052?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111826335967397052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111826335967397052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111826335967397052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111826335967397052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/hi-oh-my-god-i-am-in-such-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111800047722341751</id><published>2005-06-05T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:41:17.230Z</updated><title type='text'>WOAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>DUDE!!!!! I GOING TO SEE EMINEM LIVE IN SEPTEMBER!!! AGAIN!!! EMIN-FUCKIN-EM!!!!!!!!!! YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! And I get a day off school! Ok, this is the story! Thursday morning my dad's driving to work, listening to the radio, doopey doo, and he hears that Eminem tickets go on sale at 9am that day! So he pulls into the fast lane and floors it to work to book 2 tickets, one for me and one for him, cuz my daddy likes Eminem too (How lucky am I?!). Then once he's booked them he calls my mum and asks her if its ok *brring brring* Hello? Hello Is it ok if I book tickets to see Eminem? Well I don't know Michael... It does't really matter cause I've booked them now HAHA! (I don't know whether it did go like that... I'm just HYPER!) So yeah anyway! I wasn't aware that this was going on!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... I was up at half 6, at Staples (where my mum works) by 7 and  walking to the bus station to meet KJ at half 8! We were on the bus at 9 going back to my house! Chilled at my house. Then about 7ish my mum and dad walk in looking all serious and my dad goes 'Are you going to do the ironing?' and I went 'Yeah I'm gonna do it later!' and my dad hands me a piece of paper and I went 'Oh crap!' cause I thought it was a really high phone bill then I opened it and saw £83.00 and thought 'Oh shit I'm in trouble' then I looked up and it said 'Confirmation of EMINEM TICKETS for 9/9/2005 at the MILTON KEYNES NATIONAL BOWL' and I just screamed and jumped out my chair, hugged my dad and went 'Oh my God!! Oh my God! I love you!!' Then I hugged my mum and went 'Oh my God! You have no idea how much this means to me!' and she want 'Yes I do... and it's weird... get off me!'&lt;br /&gt;So KJ slept over that night. Went back to KJ's then went to the park and met up with Lewis (wanker) Mark, Chicken (fit... I guess) and Matt (WHO'S CUT HIS FRICKIN HAIR! WHAT A DUMBASS! Sorry, but he looked hott with long hair!) and Amelia, Jade, Ree, Alex and Aime. Joy. Amelia kissed Lewis a lot. They've only been going out about 3 weeks and they're already making out in public.. PDAs!!! They're doing PDAs!!!! LOL I've always wanted to use that.... PDA = Public Display of Affection if ya didn't know. So yeah.. Lewis really annoys me. And I don't like him. Chicken looks like the teenage Evan out of Butterfly Effect. I'm serious, he looks SO like him. Because the fair's at the park I went on the Energizer, my fave fairground ride, along with Twister, which is also what I went on.&lt;br /&gt;Aime and Amelia have kind of become best friends.. which has kind of left Alex and Rhian feeling a bit peed off (Alex = ex-BFF of Aime, Rhian = ex-BFF of Amelia). I did feel sorry for Alex though. Aime REALLY annoyed me at the park though. She was wearing, the lowest, tightest jeans ever! I'm not sure why, you really need a figure to wear them and she looks like a 8 year old. And a white t-shirt and a khaki jacket. With Converses. She looked like a chav to be frank with you (besides the Converses) and she kept going 'Oh my god! You chav!' and when some chavs walked past she'd mutter 'Chav' I was so close to saying 'And what the hell are you Miss Ohhhh-my-god-chikin-is-lyk-soooo-fyne?!' And she goes to me one day at school 'Amelia kind of think's she's a greb, but she's not she's more of a townie cuz her sisters a townie' I was sitting there thinking 'I don't give a shit if you fuck Amelia's sister, piss off!' She bitches about everyone! She'll bitch to A about B, then she bitches to B about C, then she'll bitch to C about D, then she'll bitch about A to D and it's just one enourmous circle of bitchiness! I mean.. I have no problem with people being this and that and whatever, it just bugs me when people say they are something when they're not!!&lt;br /&gt;Continuing! We went back to KJ's and had tuna pasta! Yummeh! Then we watched Lost Boys! God that movie is so cool! Michael has a sexy voice in it. Lucy was gettin so excited cause there's apparently a Lost Boys 2 coming out. 'DEATH BY STEREO!' and 'Great! It's the blood-sucking Brady Bunch!' are two of the funniest lines in the film. Slept *snore* Got up. Got picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sponge this afternoon. With Lizzie, Lucy and Maddy. It rocked! Lots happened... we got free DVD! We put our names down for this thing, you write and direct you're own movie, and 7 out of the 12 made last year got shown on BBC 2. Anyway, we got a DVD of the films made last year. They were worth £2 each but we all got one for free. And a keyring. It's got purple goo inside! There was this really cool band on just before we left called The Nines. They were cool. They have their own website &lt;a href="http://www.thenines.co.uk"&gt;www.thenines.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and we're gonna buy their album. we asked if they had any CDs on them but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I've rearranged my room! I've turned my futon/bed around. I'm sleeping on my futon by the way if you didn't know, because I hate my bed. It's a cabin bed sort of thing, with a desk underneath, and it does my back in climbing out in the morning and it makes the prospect of getting up in the morning torture. So now I've taken my matress and put in on my futon so it's much more confy now XD I'm having a conversation with Hannah... sort of. I'm kind of saying random boring hyper stuff then she goes 'LOL' or 'Oh' or 'Ok!'&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to Green Day's album 'International Superhits' especially the song 'Minority'. I'm going to see them in a week and 6 days!!! And the Eminem concert is in 13 weeks and 5 days. Oh and Summer XS is in 2 weeks and 6 days. I was gonna go but I want to save my monies for the Eminem concert because I desperately want a Eminem hoodie, either just an Eminem one or a Shady Ltd. one but the hoodies were £80 last time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this was a long post. I'll be suprised if you were interested enough to read it all and get to here! The End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111800047722341751?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111800047722341751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111800047722341751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111800047722341751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111800047722341751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/woah.html' title='WOAH!!!!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111773929905064747</id><published>2005-06-02T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:21:41.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny moments this week</title><content type='html'>Lots to say but I'll probably forget something. My brother keeps stealing my CD's. It's annoying. He's annoying me immensly today. I'm listening to My Chemical Romance. I slept at Hannah's Tuesday night, then went to her Dad's yesterday. Me, Han, her dad Graham, her dad's girlfriend Becky and Becky's three boys, Michael, 12, Daniel, 11, and Samuel, 4, all went to Wickstead park. It was good, but we got soaked! Cuz it rained really bad... we had to get Becky to tumble dry our jeans before we left. We watched Basil Brush! It was funny to think we actually knew Dave/Michael.. we were just laughing at anything he said going 'That's Michael... *giggle* Michael!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark asked if I wanted to go to Abington Park on Saturday with Him, Aime, Amelia, Jade, Lewis and Chicken. I said I'll come, but I'm bringing some of my mates. I hate hanging out with Aime without other people that hate her too. Then Mark says 'Aime might not want them to come though' so I said 'I don't give fuck, Aime doesn't own the park!' So I've asked Hannah. And Dee. Aime won't be too happy about that... That's good. And I think Dee's asking her friend Kate to come. And I'm gonna ask KJ too. Mwahahaha! We gonna gate-crash their little gang bang -Amelia and Lewis going out and Aime and Chicken fancy each other. Lewis fucks anything, so that's Mark and Jade sorted too.... Don't get me wrong, I like Mark, Amelia and Jade. Lewis is ok.... pervy but ok. And never met Chicken. Apparently he's fit. Aime always picks lads with weird nicknames.... such as Morris... I still find that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has a parasite. Parasite: 1. someone that fancies you so much they almost stalk you, like they're clinging onto you, sucking the life out of you, or 2. a person with no friends that wants to be your friend but you don't like them and they want to do everything with you. After a week they're planning to move in with you. They cling, and suck the life out of you, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing: Hannah's parasite is called Damian, is apparently disgustingly ugly, and is IN LOVE with her. He says he loves her, and the only people he's ever told he loves them are his mother, sister, ex-girlfriend and Hannah. When Hannah asked what happened when he broke up with his ex he said he punched a wall and (God I laughed for ages at this one) .... he deleted his room on Habbo! With all his precious furniture! ROFL Sorry but that is a little sad! But Hannah said it so seriously! I laughed for ages, I even cried at it. I was hyper for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In went to town Saturday with Emmi, KJ and Hannah. It was great. We went to Debenham's for lunch then went shopping. Me and Hannah went up to this guy dressed as a bear and Han goes 'Do you give hugs?' and he goes '*bear laugh* Yees I do!' so I said 'Can we have a hug please?' So we got a hug while Emmi and KJ were running off going 'Oh my God! You two are so embarassing!' We got whistled at three times by 2 different groups of lads! It was funny. We were all linking so they probably thought we were lesbians. First we were in Woolworths walking out and they walked past and whistled and about 4 seconds later I went 'Did any one else just hear.....' I didn't finish I kind of drifted off because the other 3 were laughing at my slowness and checking the guys out. Then it happened again while we were walking down the high street. There were four boys behind us and they whistled and we all went '*tut* God, again? For Christ's sake!' while Emmi was looking to see which of us had the fit ones behind them. Apparently Hannah got the fittest, but we didn't look, we were busy laughing at her sadness.... bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee went to Thorpe Park today. On the way back she was in a people carrier with blacked out back windows and she was looking at these lads in another car and she couldn't tell whether they were looking at her or not so she waved and they waved back and she shat herself! God, I can imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... I cry a lot.... or a lot more than I use to. I'm getting way too sensitive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111773929905064747?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111773929905064747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111773929905064747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111773929905064747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111773929905064747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-moments-this-week.html' title='Funny moments this week'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111726768256157354</id><published>2005-05-28T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-28T08:08:02.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Camels</title><content type='html'>I had a really weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing outside this door and a lady was asleep on her bike next to me with her dog. My mum was about to leave for work so I woke this lady up and told her to go so she did. My mum told me off because she said the lady could've hurt me. So I was like 'Ok Mum I'm sorry.' Then we were in this street talking to each other and this boy and girl about 15/16 were riding around on their bikes. My mum left and I heard a gang coming so I ran behind a big hedge. The boy on his bike rode round and said 'Where do you want to do this?' and I went 'What?' then the lead gang dude drove round on his mo-ped with an enourmous camel with these two girls on its back. I startd running through all the gardens, except it wasnt me any more it was this boy and his little brother Tito. The camel started chasing after them snorting and stuff, and they got to a ally and the oldest boy climbed over the fence but Tito couldn't get over so the camel bit his feet while his brother was trying to pull him over. Eventually he got over but the camel had bitten the ends of his toes off. They ran to the main road and Karen from Will &amp; Grace's maid Rosario was sitting in a really flash car. Now it had changed back to me indtad of Tito and his brother and I had my toes bitten off. I woke up, but then I fell asleep and it carried on. Me, Mum, Dad and my brother, he was a lot younger for some reason, about 7 I think, and we were at this party, and we were watching the circus parade. I was worried because I thought the camel was gonna come, but my mum kept telling me to not be silly and that it wouldnt come. Anyway, everything suddenly went quiet and I though it was the camel then everyone started screaming so I knew it was the camel! So I shouted 'Mum! Dad! I'm going in the bathroom!' and I ran in and my brother ran in too. He sat on the edge of the bath while I locked the door and figured out how to turn off the lights. We were sitting in the dark in the bathroom and I suddenly started panicking because I had no idea how to save us if the camel got to us. Then I saw a little window above the sink and we could probably fit through it and climb out like in the movies. I looked out and it was really dark and a bit rough but I'd rather be beaten up by druggies then eaten by a camel in a bathroom. I told my brother to be quiet cause I didn't want to draw attention to us, but he said really loudly 'I wanna see!' I told him to be quiet. He said some other stuff loudly as well but I cant remember what it was but eventually he was quiet. Then we heard the camel stop outside the bathroom, and my brother started silently crying so I hugged him and the camel knocked its nose on the door then walked off. We sat there for a few more minutes then I went to unlock the door but the gang leader on the mo-ped drove past the door so I stopped and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my dubit card today! FINALLY! I've been waiting for ages, I was starting to wonder if it was ever going to come. I'm going town today. With Em KJ and Han. I love Tupac's new song by the way.... I like a lot of songs at the moment. Oh my God that is so weird! The new Tupac song has just come on MTV! Strange. It's inspirational I think.... makes me cry. I've got into dance music lately too. VERY weird. I like Snoop and Justin's song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave now, cause I need to get dressed and tidy my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we find world peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gotta find peace in that war on the streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ghetto gospel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I welcome with my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111726768256157354?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111726768256157354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111726768256157354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111726768256157354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111726768256157354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/05/camels.html' title='Camels'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111722328194038532</id><published>2005-05-27T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:57:15.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>I just had the most hilarious conversation I've had in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: how r u&lt;br /&gt;Me:im gd u&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: hav u got any icons&lt;br /&gt;Me: no&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: o&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: (icon)&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: (icon)&lt;br /&gt;hhhelllllllllllllllooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: how r u&lt;br /&gt;Me: im ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: uve asked me that question already&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: i am tryin to get u 2 tlk&lt;br /&gt;Me: by askin me the same question over and over?&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: yep&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay u can try&lt;br /&gt;Tessa just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: hhhhhhhhhhleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Me: what goddamn it!!?&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: u goin to speake to me miss moody&lt;br /&gt;Me: no&lt;br /&gt;Me: im not&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: well speake to me then&lt;br /&gt;Me: i said&lt;br /&gt;Me: im not&lt;br /&gt;Me: going to speak&lt;br /&gt;Me: to you&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: BYE cow&lt;br /&gt;Tessa blocks Me&lt;br /&gt;Tess unblocks Me&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: gee funny&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: what ever&lt;br /&gt;Tessa types 15 blank messages.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah ok whatever goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;Tessa types another 15 blank messages&lt;br /&gt;Me: fuck off u annoying weirdo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: back to (angry face)&lt;br /&gt;Me: original (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: weido&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: big brother fan&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg ur such a loser&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: omg what u goin to do bout it&lt;br /&gt;Me: nuffin... jus sit and laugh at you!&lt;br /&gt;Tessa blocks Me&lt;br /&gt;Tessa unblocks Me&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: g2g don't speake to me again&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: loser&lt;br /&gt;Me: you speak to me you idiot!!! i never speak to you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: fuckin dickface&lt;br /&gt;Me: by the way, thanks for makin me laugh, this is one of the funniest things ive seen all day&lt;br /&gt;Tessa plays "Dude Smashing Guitar" wink&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: thats u cow&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, thats what im doin to you, you fucktard&lt;br /&gt;Tessa blocks Me ........ for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny. KJ was laughing at me cause I have weird cusses apparently LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning sucked. KJ was upset cause I wasn't talking to her. So everyone was going up to her asking her what was wrong and she just went 'Fuck off!' then they would all come up to me and go 'Did you know she's crying?! What's wrong with her?' and in the end I just stood up and shouted 'FUCK OFF! I KNOW KJ'S CRYING JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!!!' and everyone gave me such dirty looks but I couldn't give a shit. And apparently Becky was bitching about me afterwards but fuck her. GOD I HATE BEIN IN A GIRL'S SCHOOL! Every one's so fucking fake! Aime's pissing me off. She has my name on her profile as one of her friends and then on her 'Fave quotes' she says 'Righto then.' She NEVER says 'Rightio then!' That's my phrase! Fucking posing fake bitch! I hate her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a test in science and I had no work to do cause I'd done my title page as homework in Italy. Next PE. First lesson of athletics. We had to run 400m... God I could've died. I am so unfit. I'm never doing it again. So I drank all my drink, when I still had break, lunch and 4 more lessons to go. And I ate my crisps and choc bar so I had only a roll for lunch. But KJ gave me a sandwich :) So yeah the rest of the day was ok. Maths, Geography. I hate geography, No I just hate my teacher, only cause she hates me! She ignores me and everyone knows it. I went up to her desk to ask her something and she started talking to the class. So I went and sat down. Then we were having a discussion about crime (In geog?! I don't get it either) and I had my hand up for ages then KJ puts her hand up and says 'Can Portia say whatever she wants to cause she's had her hand up for ages!'&lt;br /&gt;Double english last lessons. Had some sub teacher for the first lesson, then another sub after that. I liked the second one though. I can't remember her name. But she is a replica of Miss Honey from Matilda. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thank God it's halfy! Halfy - My new word for half term! :D I like that. Going town tomorrow with Hannah and KJ and Emmi, if she can. I hope she can. I want to get a new pencil case. Even though I only have 7 weeks left at school Yeah rawk on!! Getting hot tub at end of next month, can't wait, it was so hot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do all the ironing this halfy then I get Sims 2 Universaty :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111722328194038532?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111722328194038532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111722328194038532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111722328194038532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111722328194038532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111713714098718643</id><published>2005-05-26T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:52:20.996Z</updated><title type='text'>For Fuck's Sake!</title><content type='html'>KJ's really pissed me off. She's been acting really weird this week, almost depressed but not. One day she turn up with 4 cuts on her arm and I asked her 6 times how she did it and she just ignored me. I just asked her on MSN and she told me she did it to herself so I asked her why and she says "I don't know" so I said "Well there must have been a reason!" And she went "I don't know! I don't know why I did it!" Then we carried on talking about it. Well, me asking her why she did it and why she's been acting weird. It's just really pissed me off cause she's got a really good life. She's got loads of friends and family who care for her so much, she gets on with her parents fine and I can't think of any thing that could possibly be wrong at all and it just pisses me of how she acts all 'depressed' when she has nothing to be depressed about and she doesn't appreciate what she has, especially when there's people out there who have nothing at all and get shit every day of their lives!! It just really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rant over. I'm still pissed off though. I did my french homework. And decorated my planner with pics of people. I had fried egg on toast for dinner. Mum should be home soon. She brought me 'On Holiday' Sims exspansion pack. I need some ice cream. God I feel so shitty. And now I'm crying. Shit. FUCK FUCK FUCK! And mum's gonna know I've been crying cause I haven't taken my make-up off yet. God my tears are really cold... poetic. I don't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. And now KJ's making me feel guilty saying 'The worst thing you could so to me is not talk to me.' So I just went 'LOOK KJ I DON'T WANNA TALK TO ANYONE OKAY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Emmi's online and I don't know whether to tell her or not, cause she's worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111713714098718643?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111713714098718643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111713714098718643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111713714098718643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111713714098718643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-fucks-sake.html' title='For Fuck&apos;s Sake!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111696397136690162</id><published>2005-05-24T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:46:11.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>Some funny things that happened in Italy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom giving me a weird talk about bacteria and autostrada.. weird... but eventually annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick taking this piss out of Kathleen's Irish accent 'Toppa tha mornin to ya laddy! I went to tha ductors an I said 'Too turty,' he said 'Twut?' i said 'Too turty!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kathleen giving Nick a lecture about education and stuff while in the Pizza restaurant. He sat there with his hand over his mouth (hiding his laughter) going 'Hmm... Yeah... Uhuh' every 2 minutes. Gosh I was in (silent) hysterics!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick riding down the hill on a scooter with the handle bars lowered completly, sitting on a bucket! He looked so funny! It sounded like a mo-ped too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While trying to find Lou's house in the dark, we drove past a guy on a mo-ped, who squeeked around the corners, and when we last went to Italy, everynight we'd sit at the dinner table silently, laughing hysterically everytime he went round a corner! So anyway, we drove past this guy on the mo-ped when we were lost and I went 'Dad! Follow him! He knows where he's going!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once again  while lost, driving through a dirt track in the field, we drove up behind this guy parked in the middle of the track (he had a girl with him *hint*) and he had to move  so we could get past and he looked well pissed off!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's it I guess. School was okay today. Nothing special. Got a Spanish party tomorrow, because we're changing Spanish teachers, so our current Spanish teacher is going to bring in spanish food, and make spanish omelette, and we're gonna have a little party. Hannah's on reception duty so she misses it, but we said we'd ask if we could take some food down to her.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my Science title page now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111696397136690162?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111696397136690162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111696397136690162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111696397136690162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111696397136690162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/05/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111687502026197891</id><published>2005-05-23T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:03:40.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while. Just got back from Italy this morning. Went on Thursday. It was so good!! I loved it... and now i'm really depressed because I want to stay there. Nick said one word to me.. it was a start. He's still fit though, and funny. Bit of a tosser, but funny. Kathleen was drunk all the time.. she fuckin pissed me off... Nick has a tattoo! It's a little Chinese symbol for love on his wrist, about where his watch goes... It's cute! I'm gettin a tattoo when I go over in August. I can't wait... My Dad and Uncle don't want me to have one, but my mum said Yeah..  think if I go on about it she'll change her mind though. I'm not sure what I want. I have to have it somewhere I can cover it up. I wanted three stars in like a triangle formation, with the top one red, and the bottom two black.. on either my chest, just below my collar bone to the right, or on the side on my right ankle. But I haven't decided yet. I didn't want one on my back at all, but now I think I might, cause I show my back off quite a lot. Like one of the tribal ones on my lower back.. but everyone has them. I have a low pain threshold (as I like to call it) though... so I dunno how I'll cope... Dionne and Nick said their's didn't hurt (Dionne has the Chinese symbol for peace on her ankle). Or maybe a little butterfly on my shoulder blade... aww that sounds cool.. or a flower. I like the butterfly idea though. Or a fairy! Something little and girly I think. Anyway, Italy was great. So funny. Me Nick and Pep were takin the mick out of Kathleen's Irish accent (I have nothing against Irish people, so sorry) Nick was going "Toppa the mornin to ya laddy! I went to the doctors n I said 'Too Turty' he said 'Twut?' I said 'Too turty!'"... Twas a have to be there moment I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111687502026197891?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111687502026197891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111687502026197891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111687502026197891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111687502026197891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/05/havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111427567977318065</id><published>2005-04-23T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:01:19.773Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Amelia's party last night. Damn, it rocked! So cool. Stayed at Hannah's after. Made caramel flapjack things in the morning. Left at one. Came home. And now I am SO bored! I have nothing to do. I downloaded the Eminem Desksite. I have homework to do. I keep thinking it's Sunday. But it's not. It's Saturday. Hannah's going to see Rooster at Roadmender next weekend. 8 weeks until Green Day concert. 3 n a half weeks til we go to Italy. Looking forward to it, but I'm sort of dreading at the same time. I'm gunna be all by myself really. No signal on phone. Adults getting drunk every night. Kathleen gunna be pissed, I can barely understand her when she's sober, cause she's Irish, but when she's drink, she might as well be speaking an alien language! I have to make my own appointments for Parent Teacher night next week. I need to practise my drums too... I'm quite good at the Grade 2 peice we're learning actually. I thought I sucked at it but I'm not so bad. Windband on Tuesday. Percussion Windband on Wednesday for 25 minutes. I need to get my mum to write a note saying that I'm staying after school for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday... Percussion, Homework, Garden and Drama. I need to tidy my room... and do homework. Ok I'm out, Peace xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111427567977318065?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111427567977318065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111427567977318065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111427567977318065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111427567977318065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/04/went-to-amelias-party-last_111427567977318065.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111142437198313061</id><published>2005-03-21T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:59:31.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance!</title><content type='html'>Everytime I write a long post it deletes it! It's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm camping at KJ's tomorrow and Wednesday night with her Emmalie and Hannah. Lou's dropping me off there.&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 stick insects :)&lt;br /&gt;Lou Tom Jack and Nick are in England at the moment. Pep flies over on Thursday. We're probably doing something on Monday with them all.&lt;br /&gt;We might be buying a lodge cabin around the corner from Lou in Italy as a holiday home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111142437198313061?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111142437198313061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111142437198313061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111142437198313061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111142437198313061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/03/annoyance.html' title='Annoyance!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111048725970292972</id><published>2005-03-10T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:40:59.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God. I just wrote the longest post ever. But it fucked up. And refreshed the page. I am in the shittest of moods. And this week has been terrible. I seriously think I'm gonna cry. I am so annoyed. I miss my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111048725970292972?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111048725970292972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111048725970292972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111048725970292972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111048725970292972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-111014645612818276</id><published>2005-03-06T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:00:56.133Z</updated><title type='text'>"YAY! MTV! IT'S MY BIRFDAY!"</title><content type='html'>^^^ Special Ed Moment ^^^ :D Oooooh Special Ed he's so funny bless him! Marshall you're a meanie for punching him!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Hannah's on Friday night, yep that was fun. We had pizza, yum. Then went town in the morning. Yay. Our buddy Billie works in Pumpernickles along The Drapery. Yep. We had 3 photo's taken, me and Han. Two 16 mini ones and 1 fun one. That was fun. We chose one and then got stuck with a shitty choice so we just chose a calender thingy cuz we cuddnt back up, and that said 2004!! :O Terrible, then we went to take the photo and we zoomed in too much and then the freakin zoom out button stopped working! So now I have a picture of mine and Hannah's eyes! Yep.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad picked me up and then we went looking for a Mother's day present. Dad was set on getting her a ornament for the stairs but she wanted make-up! She had said like 700 times that she wanted new make-up, and I kept telling dad but he wouldn't believe me but I eventually convinced him and we spent £50 on MaxFactor make-up!!!! Jesus that's a lot but it's all good cause she loved it!! TOLD YA, DAD!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Emmi and KJ slept round here. That was fun. Mum was having a night at Tina's with Sam and Nikki.. Nikki's nice. We went over to meet her and OMFG my mum is soooo embarrassing!!! ARGH!! Then we watched Super Size Me but I kept falling asleep. I AM NEVER EATING McDONALD'S AGAIN! That film has put me off for life. Anyways, they went home at about half 12... Sunday morning, I didn't send them home in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;Me Karl Dad and Mum went to The World's End for a meal, that was nice, then we dropped Karl home cuz he was being a whiney pain in the butt and we went to Wyvale garden centre and got some more fishies!! I got a deep red purty fighter and I've called him Lestat, like the vampire! Duh! Then I got a orange female platy and called her Barbie and I got a red male platy and called him Ken LOL I want them to breed!  And I got a loach, kinda like a cross between a sea-snake and a eel and my mum said I should call him Slim Shady cause he's really slim LOL so that's his name. The guy said that the fighter's get bored and look sad if they .. er.. don't fight with another fighter. So I have to put a mirror next to the tank for 20 minutes everyday so he can fight with his reflection!!&lt;br /&gt;My mum's getting me stick insects this week!! She's got the week off so she's gunna go see if she can get some :D My dad's going to Liverpool until Friday for training course. I'ma miss him well loads.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Italy!!! YAY!!!!!!! In May!!! Okay.... Me Karl Mum Dad Uncle Philip and Kathleen are all going to Italy to see Lou and Pep and Tom and Jack and Nick from Thurs 19th - Sun 22nd May. Fly out 18:45 and fly home 22:10 (Italian time). We're hiring a people carrier cause Pep won't be able to pick 6 of us up from Turin airport will he?! We were gunna stay in the BnB (Bed n Brekkie) down the road but Lou won't let us. She says she'll find somewhere for us to sleep. THEY HAVE A NORMAL SHOWER! YAY! :D The whole house is finished. They have new pets! They had Altoro/Slavatori the goat last time we went, and now they have Billy as well. They don't need to be in the pen anymore, they just roam around. They have a cat, but I don't know what it's called, and they have chickens. Lou and Pep also have a sneaky squirrel who runs around their bedroom at night. Uhuh. I hope they get mobile signals there. They didn't last time I went. If not they better have cheap phone calls to England! I dunno what I'd do without talking to Han Em n KJ! Living with Lou Pep Mum Dad and Uncle Philip's okay, but all the others!! Kathleen.. God she's lovely but's she's strange! Tom.. Tom's okay He's funny! Jack.. HYPERNESS!! He's 8 bless him so he's lil crazy.. 2 goats, 3 chickens, a cat and a sneaky squirrel!! Oh and Nick.... well, nuff said!!! Plus, a load of Italian people talking, erm, Italian! I really need to learn Italian. I hate it when Tom Jack and Nick talk to me in Italian, cuz I have NO idea what they're saying and I feel so dumb! Aww I miss them! I miss THEM! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I have Archers and Marshmallows... chomp chomp..I still have half a choc chip cookie from Saturday Han!! I'm gunna paint my nails later. Oh shite. It's 10pm and I have TONS of HW due tomorrow and I haven't done ANY! I have to make up a stupid standard flag thing for the King during the civil war... I don't know what to fuckin put on it! That's for History. I HATE History ang Geography.. I don't mind the subject, it's just the lesson. MISS HATES ME! Honestly, she bare picks on me! Not as much as Mrs Davies picks on Sophie though, FUCKEN BITCH!!!! God, give the girl a break cow.. I mean woman! Whoopsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-111014645612818276?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/111014645612818276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=111014645612818276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111014645612818276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/111014645612818276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-mtv-its-my-birfday.html' title='&quot;YAY! MTV! IT&apos;S MY BIRFDAY!&quot;'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-110970625489032336</id><published>2005-03-01T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:44:14.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh wasn't today just fan-freakin-tastic!</title><content type='html'>No actually, it sucked. Hannah was away so I had to sit all by myself for every single lesson. Apart from Math and History. In Math that bitchy preppy 'it' girl Charlotte was moved to sit next to me and she didn't do shit all lesson and just kept going 'Miss let me move, it's boring here, no one talks!' Er well duh, she moved you there so you wouldn't talk to stupid cow! And me and Ami were talking, she was just not in the conversation. And in History Sophie sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;My feet got wet today. It was really cold and wet and my boots are suede so they got wet and it soaked through. Miss Davies had a right go at Sophie this morning for not getting her report signed in History yesterday. She did try to cause I remember her going to Mrs Grose 'Can you signed my report?' and miss ignored her and I went 'Deaf cow.' Miss Davies is such a bitch. She picks on Sophie somethin chronic, it's well dread.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Aime and Alex are being a lil bit more friendly to each other now. Talking a lot more. It's weird, I sort of want to be friends with them, but not as close as we used to be.. just general mates.&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible nightmare last night! I dreamt that my old music teacher came to work at NSG! It was horrible, he's such a pervert!&lt;br /&gt;Had windband today. Sucked as per usual. I hate it but I have to go. So it's changed to Tuesdays, and it's from the start of tutor time to the end of lunch! At least we get to eat our lunch there though. We found out today that next Thursday we're playing at the main school, in the big theatre. We have normal rehearsal next Tuesday, dress rehearsel at West on Wednesday then the concert on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of looking forward to next Thursday. We have assembly first 2 lessons, sort of good, miss lessons but I have to perform :( PSE 4th lesson - No ICT and Samba workshop last two lessons. I only have one lesson that day.... guess what it is... FUCKIN PE!!!!! What luck is that??!! Plus it's football on the muddy wet grass!&lt;br /&gt;My bro should be finding out if he got into Lings soon. He's gunna start learning the drums and my mum and dad will think about buying us a drumkit if he starts... COMON KARL!! I got my drum book and a drum catalog today. My dad went and got it cause he had the day of.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo I'm going to see Green Day Jimmy Eat World and Simple Plan soon! June... 3 months 3 weeks and 2 days! OMG! That's not that far away! I thought it was much longer than that!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Nick is SEVENTEEN in 2 weeks!! That is so freaky. Ohh yeah, and talking of Nick we're going over to visit them in Italy at the end of May probably with my Uncle and his GF :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I have much homework.. I also have a picture of Danni giving KJ a kiss... I don't think KJ thought too much of it.. she sort of grimaced and wiped her cheek. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Looking for flights to Italy :D&lt;br /&gt;Bubbi! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-110970625489032336?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/110970625489032336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=110970625489032336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110970625489032336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110970625489032336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-wasnt-today-just-fan-freakin-tastic.html' title='Oh wasn&apos;t today just fan-freakin-tastic!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-110962095329973001</id><published>2005-02-28T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:03:16.503Z</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Abandoned You!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while. Sorry. I haven't been on my laptop since like Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Snowed everyday last week... snowed hard today.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was boring. Mum went to this flotation tank thing with Tina so me Dad n Karl went food shopping. I got Avril Lavigne's album. Pretty good. And that's the most interesting thing I did all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep at all last night. I think I fell asleep at about half 4 and suprisingly I managed to get up in the morning, and I wasn't tired... until break. Once it got to third lesson, God, I could've died I felt so shattered!&lt;br /&gt;I think I nearly have a buyer for Encore!! Rana wants it but she aint getting any money for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so.. IF YA DIDNT KNOW I'M SELLING ENCORE - EMINEM FOR £8!!! NO, IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE HIM ANY MORE, JESUS, GET A GRIP!!! I JUST NEED TO MONEY TO BUY THE SPECIAL EDITION OFF HANNAH!!! So if ya want it or know any one that does, comment or message me or email me or whatever.. but I need to sell it dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woot Green Day.. I'm excited. Very cool.... mwahaha my mum called up and sorted out the email address.. dunno when the tickets will be sent out. Aime's already got hers, and she ordered it from the same place as me, later than I did!! Yeah, strange.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh I have chocolate and chewing gum... Hmm yeah lately I've had a strange urge to drink a double thick chocolate milkshake out of a really tall glass, like the ones that it's served in at all the ice cream parlours, how I know they serve them like that I have no idea, because I've never been to a ice cream parlour.. I'm just assuming that's how they serve them.. and I watch too much TV. Yeah but isn't that strange... I could always just make one myself... just buy some ice-cream.. stir it up a bit and pour it into a big beer glass or something... just one problem ..... I HAVE NO ICE CREAM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. the longest paragraph in this post is all about chocolate milkshake... Heheheh ohhh dear! I have homework :o! Geography... I'm confused though.. we have to find out info on the Tundra, which is a ecosystem like the Artic and all the coldest regions in the world, if you didn't know! Carrying on, she's given us like 6 sheets on it already! What's the point in researching it if she's gonna give us half the info! I dunno, maybe I'm just stewpid.&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of things to write *GASP* !!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-110962095329973001?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/110962095329973001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=110962095329973001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110962095329973001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110962095329973001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-havent-abandoned-you.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Abandoned You!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-110901770478617567</id><published>2005-02-21T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:28:24.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Well this is my 3rd post today. School tomorrow! Not exactly dreading it but not looking forward to it either. I've got PSE frist lesson so no music.&lt;br /&gt;Had spag bol for dinner.. well I had half, i was stuffed by that time. Mum says it's cuz I pick at junk food all day... NOT TRUE! All I've had is a ham sandwich..&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Whatsername at the moment. Chatting to Lizzie n KJ. I'm probably gonna have a bath ... no!!! I'ma have a shower and my mum will do my hair!!! I was gunna dye it yesterday but she had a drinking day with Tina so I didn't trust her to do it. I bet she'll go 'I'm too tired!' I'll say 'Tough luck!'  YAY! She said she'll do it :D She's washing her hair now, I gotta change into an ugly shirt ROFL Well I don't wanna get my Eminem t-shirt n MADE hoodie stained do I?!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh shit.... I think the door guy is here... oh no, it's Simon I think... Oh I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;Awww bollucks.... Kerry can't get tickets to the Green Day gig! That fucken sucks! I wanted her to come as well .... sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I am outta interesting things to say, so in da words of Ken Kaniff: "Man! Fuck you guys! I'm leaving!" Ha hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fucking god.... Lizzie I love you dude.... oh my fucking god... i can't say it... else it'll end up being a dream... *prays* Please let it be real! Please let it be his number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-110901770478617567?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/110901770478617567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=110901770478617567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110901770478617567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110901770478617567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-well-this-is-my-3rd-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-110899918887793246</id><published>2005-02-21T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:23:13.753Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!!</title><content type='html'>Okay okay! I take it back! I'll post on here more often cuz I fucking LOVE this template... oh my god it rocks.... yep.... :D Ohhh.... it's not 7:09..... its 15:10! I forgot to sort the time out, I'll do that in a min. La dee da dah... I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten anything all day, come to think of it I haven't moved from my room all, apart from to use the toilet. Uhuh... Now my bro is beating the crap outta his punch bag... dude, he seriously hates me these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be calling everyone and everything moochie today.... i just woke up and it was there... in my brain.. how freakin weird..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go get some food... i dunno what we've got.. some edible would be good I guess....&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, if anyone sees my brain about anywhere can you tell me cuz it seems to have gone walkies today.. and I kinda need it for school tomorrow, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-110899918887793246?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/feeds/110899918887793246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10981297&amp;postID=110899918887793246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110899918887793246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110899918887793246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!!'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10981297.post-110899515534046788</id><published>2005-02-21T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:19:00.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Templates</title><content type='html'>Wow my title and URL are really random.... well I'm currently listening to 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' by Green Day and I love that song at the mo... so that explains the URL and the Title... well I'm wearing my MADE hoodie, and on the sleeve it says MADE Clothing - We Run Things.. so dah dah! LOL I probably won't post that much.. cuz I have a MSN Space... but I just missed blogger.... :( LOL So You'll probably get a random post everynow and again.. whereas on my MSN space probably post twice a day LOL Yeah that's how much free time I have! I'm such a loser I know. I'm gunna get a cool template ... .the one I like is a bit random.. looks weird.. but I like it... cuz it's looks... different... I did have a cool Eminem one but.. it was of Marshall Mathers LP so it was old... so I need to find a new one. Ooooh I found come cool ones... 1 with a pic of a Mockingbird, with the lyrics from Em's song Mockingbird, it's quite white and simple... one which is really dark with misty writing, the chorous of Toy Soldiers and in the background in small grey qriting it has the whole song's lyrics... I really like that one... and a cool Emily Strange one with lyrics from a Eminem song on.. I think I'ma go for the Toy Soldiers one. :D Yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10981297-110899515534046788?l=wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110899515534046788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10981297/posts/default/110899515534046788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakemeupwhenseptemberends.blogspot.com/2005/02/templates.html' title='Templates'/><author><name>eminemfweak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07177153090727314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
