<?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-3702320</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:16:09.435Z</updated><title type='text'>Daisy chains and chocolate cake</title><subtitle type='html'>she who is bored needs a creative outlet. this is it. enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81687752</id><published>2002-09-16T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-16T20:29:25.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw the bestest film this weekend...no lies..well the best teen movie I have seen for a while anyway...and you know how much I generally hate teen movies (see rants below). So anyway it was based on Shakespere (obviously) on the play Othello, so you knew it was gonna be totally tragic right from the start. It stars Josh Hartnett (urg) as hugo (shakespere character Iago, v clever, hmm?) who is the basketball coach's son, insanly jealous of the guy who is supposed to be his best friend, Odin (like Othello, yuh huh?) the basketball teams star player, has perfect girlfriend etc etc whos name is Desi (Desdemona, played by Julia Stiles, but hell she can act anyway, so I'm not gonna slate her). So basically Josh concocts this plan to make O crazy and ruin his life. And basically there is a lot of murder and stuff, but it is well good...and omg, Josh Hartnett can actually act...which is a surprise if the last film u saw him in was pearl harbour, i mean erlack, and the odin guy is also good.....so go see ppl, it is actually quite complex and well shot etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I should become a film critic I would be fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, also this weekend I also went canoeing and almost fell in the water trying to retrieve a paddle, which was most intelligent of me, and I also had a near death experience with a wasp, i mean it came out of no where and just stang me and I HATE wasps, so I got all hysterical and panicky and crying, and almost walked into the path of a car, and then I refused to get into the car until the wasp had gone, so it took me a long time to get down to the canoe place. I really should see some kind of psychiatrist about this, shouldnt I? Either that or stop being so melodramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81687752?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81687752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81687752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81687752' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81521603</id><published>2002-09-12T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-12T20:43:58.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrrr its the wrong picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81521603?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81521603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81521603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81521603' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81521544</id><published>2002-09-12T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-12T20:42:20.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k this better have worked, otherwise i will scream. right. here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81521544?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81521544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81521544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81521544' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81371657</id><published>2002-09-09T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-09T20:54:18.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaai amy.&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/3702320-81371657?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81371657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81371657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81371657' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81371051</id><published>2002-09-09T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-09T20:41:37.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick today, so this post will be shortish, or something like that. God school is annoying, I am sooo tired through lack of sleep. Ugh. Sorry, complaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cannot think about anything to write, so I am just going to comment on the god-like qualities of Heath Ledger. I mean mmmmmm yummy nummy gorgeous, that hair....dammit wait apparantly he has shaved of now and looks like David Beckham....but anyway, you remember what I mean....when it was dirty blond and longish and all tousled...and he has a lovely lovely accent...i swear i am gonna have to marry an aussie....ahhh anyway, accompanied should be his piccie, which oli is gonna do for me, arentcha hun....with heath baby looking at his most dimpled best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good heath movies....10things...the patriot....knights tale is a bit pants actually but it will do....uh and ooh he has a new one bout ned kelly with Orlando Bloom (mmm) which i have to have to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that is all my pretties, amyxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81371051?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81371051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81371051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81371051' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81289803</id><published>2002-09-07T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-07T21:22:26.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, today my topic will be how sad I am. This was suggested to me by Oli (god I love him) so....here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well sad because I actually bother to write on here....talk to you as if "you" were real people, that I have a real audience out there who actually care about what I have to say....well I am also completely self obsessed and like the idea of having people listen to me, but hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I also refuse to swear for the sake of it....I mean you have obviously noticed how "clean" these entries are if u compare them to oli's....well I mean I just do not see the point of swearing if you do not need to is all...ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason number three: I read a lot. The reason for this is that British Tv is crap generally and as I do not have sky, I pretty much stuck. Oh and I also spend a lot of time in the library, mainly cuz it's where the books live...and also to keep warm in the winter (in school they don't let us inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason four, I suck up to teachers big time, and can be retchingly sweet to even the ones I do not like...which is not a crime, but obviously, it does help with my grades...I mean I have two faces: the "I am our best pupil, so just because I didn't hand in my homework, you still love me don't you?" and the "Your lessons are the BEST!" face, specially reserved for parents evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so random reasons...I do not watch big brother...I quite like my family...apparantly I am also sad because I like to do weird things for fun, like dance in the rain, and watch the stars and walk barefoot on grass, just cuz I love the feeling, and the feeling of sand between my toes. Also I go out of the way to look in toy shops to see what I'm missing. Oh and I like to where fluorescent bracelets made of kiddie plastic beads...ooh and I also name the key ring animal that sits on my back pack. Well I dont, sumone does it for me, but you know what I mean. Ooh and I want to be famous...or a teacher....cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats me and my sad life. Enjoy. and dont laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81289803?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81289803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81289803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81289803' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-81248207</id><published>2002-09-06T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-06T19:29:18.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I have not written in here for a while....soooooooo?? anyway the main reason for that is I went back to school (yay) and it has been awful...cuz all my fave teachers have gone, or I just have different ones (oh by the way, i am one of those really annoying people who enjoy school etc etc) so anyway, I am really not enjoying it at the moment...weird no? for me anyway. Alas I am based in a lab for tutorial, so my toes will be froze in winter, and my teachers are evil..i mean i spent so much time sucking up to my last ones....all is wasted...plus, its exam year...sob sob sob. Ok whining over, I also had fun this week...i learnt to drive, sorta, in a friends field, and almost crashed a landrover, but you know, it was almost, so nothing serious. I just couldnt find the brake and then I did finally. The person I was driving with didn't help...she was just laughing her head off, which isn't exactly helpful in a time of crisis. But yay, my total achievement at the end of the day was that I can drive an automatic landrover at about 5 mph, stop starting. uh i think thats all....wow, life is beautiful.....buh bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-81248207?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81248207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/81248207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81248207' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80968674</id><published>2002-08-31T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-31T21:08:08.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been avoiding the subjecct of homework for the last six weeks, and now I have to go back to school soon and am slightly screwed. Today was the perfect day to do all my work as I had no commitments whatsoever, and again I procrastinated to the point of parental annoyance, spending the entire day (apart from when I ate, obviously... actually wait I read at the table) reading this book called Dead Famous by Ben Elton. (Recommended to me by Oli (c) who has remarkable taste and stuff, grovel grovel) and it was actually very very good....it's all about the Big Brother phenomenon, which personally I cannot stand, because sitting through one of those programs makes me feel slightly naucious. Anyway, in this big brother house, someone gets murdered on day 27, and basically its all about the police investigation and how each contestant is a suspect etc etc.....anyway it was all blahblah sex, blahblah vegan cheese, then somone dies, media coverage and exploitation of all people involved. Why would anyone want to do something like that, parade around in front of cameras 24/7, there would be absolutely no privacy...tis very scary. anyway dun now, byby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80968674?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80968674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80968674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80968674' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80931766</id><published>2002-08-30T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-30T20:39:54.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am worried about our postman. At first he seemed like every other postie, u know, delivering letters to the wrong address and to the wrong people. However this morning when I woke up, I heard a loud singing coming from the bottom of my window, and a voice saying, "Come on man, we've only got three more houses to go." When I looked, there was only one person standing there....so ok, our postie talks to himself.....his job must be really boring, or he's a tad crazy, or both. Or maybe all post office employees are like this, maybe thats a vital characteristic when you apply for the job. All the same, I am very worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80931766?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80931766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80931766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80931766' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80886278</id><published>2002-08-29T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-29T20:51:07.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i have just had a bath and used one of those annoying shower gell thingies with the bits in....for any males out there these are called exfoliators.....and they usually have bits of sea salt, and crap stuff like that in them, supposedly to get dead skin off, or something. Anyway I personally don't see the point of these....I mean mine had strawberry pips in, and what the hell have they got to do with skincare? Also what happens if you get one in your ear, I mean, do they sprout and grow, and then u mite wind up with a starwberry plant growing in your head, or something equally gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done with my peculiable thoughts, amy xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80886278?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80886278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80886278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80886278' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80840847</id><published>2002-08-28T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-28T21:28:42.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a forced post, against my wishes, but oli keeps on telling me to update, and personally I do not see the point of updating every single day when nothing remotely interesting has happened, but there we go. So....what shall we talk about my invisible net readers....apparently the most searched for person on the web at the moment is Britney Spears...but I don't want to talk about her...and then I am told I am supposed to write interesting anecdotes...but I have none of those....well isn't life a peach...I am going to shut up now, and when I have somehing more interesting to say, I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80840847?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80840847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80840847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80840847' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80739838</id><published>2002-08-26T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-26T19:10:59.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from sunny Cornwall, which was actually rather fun, except that I got sunburned on the first day, and am now shedding my skin like a snake...I mean ewww.....but apart from that, and the fact that my parents made me wash up every single day I had a great time. My parents, bless them, had this enlightened idea that my brother could bring a friend on holiday with him....and so they behaved like the complete idiotic 13 going on 6 year olds they are the whole time....but no matter. So anyway, I did a lot of marching up and down cliffs, cycling, playing frisbee, sunbathing on beach, eating ice cream etc etc....anyway that is my story of the week and as you can see my life is still as boring as when I last posted a messge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80739838?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80739838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80739838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80739838' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80334222</id><published>2002-08-16T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-16T21:30:19.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Throughout the history of film, there has been a long long line of what is known my film critics as "teen movies" and they usually try to slate them as much as possible, which is entirely fair because they are usually a load of crap anyway. They star actors who are primarily chosen for their bodies/looks and who can't act to save their life, and the scripting is usually a dire mess which recycle the same theme over and over and over again, the best example being She's all that. Freddie Prinze Jr is....well how can I put this....stiff and plays the same character all the time. He has two facial expressions: angry (which looks more determined to me) and surprised (which looks kinda like he belongs in an insane asylum). However there is one quality fantabulous teen movie which I dont like to classify as a teen movie, which is Ten Things I Hate About You, and it stars Heath Ledger who is a god....ok getting carried away here...but the movie is based on Shakespere, so it cant be that bad.....and its too funny.....and it stars heath.....and stuff......and the soundtrack is the best. Anyway my point is that it is the best film EVA (excluding Lord of the rings, but dont get me started on Orlando) and you should watch it. Please. Go rent it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80334222?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80334222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80334222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80334222' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80288170</id><published>2002-08-15T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-15T19:43:39.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today was a very boring day......so boring in fact that I was forced to do my homework......I mean whose stupid idea was it to give people homework on there school holidays.....mind you I think I am the only person stupid enough to do it....but still, the whole idea is sadistic....a holiday is, by definition, a break from work....unless it is a working holiday and that is the ultimate oxymoron.....anyway the point is why give homework in the summer holidays....no one will do it (except maybe me) and when u, as a teacher, come back from your holiday, you will have a pile of marking to do....ok....I will stop now.....my head hurts from staring at the computer all day....byebye my pretties&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80288170?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80288170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80288170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80288170' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80234003</id><published>2002-08-14T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-15T19:35:04.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A frog walks into a bank one day and asks the teller (whose name he can see from her badge is Patricia Whack) if he can get a loan of $50, 000 to buy a boat and go on a long vacation. Patricia looks at the frog, amazed, because after all it is not every day that you get a frog just walking into your bank, and tells him in a calm voice, that this isn't possible. The frog then looks her straight in the eye and says, "Look Miss Whack, my name is Kermit Jagger , my dad is Mick Jagger, and I can get a loan whenever the hell I want because I know the bank manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia, who has never encountered such a mean looking frog before, decides to carry on with procedures. "Ok, Mr Jagger, you can have your loan, but you need to secure some collateral first. I trust you have something?" The frog smiles and holds out a tiny pink elephant, about 2 inches tall, bright pink and perfectly formed right down to its little toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia stares at the elephant in disbelief for a few seconds, then goes to consult the bank manager.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir," she says, "there's a frog out there who claims to know you...says his name is Kermit Jagger, that his dad is Mick Jagger, and he wants to get a loan of $50 000 to buy a boat and go on a long vacation." Then in a strangled voice, holding out the pink elephant, she says, "He wants to use THIS as collateral...I mean what the heck is it??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank manager looks at her and says,&lt;br /&gt;"It's a nick-nack, Patti Whack, give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone!"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80234003?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80234003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80234003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80234003' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702320.post-80200790</id><published>2002-08-13T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-13T20:49:08.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was little I enjoyed going away on family holidays, because we went to hot places and, unbelievably, we all got along because there were no long drives involved and no one elbowing you for the last sweet. Now I am older my parents have this weird, twisted idea that we can sit in a car for periods of longer than three hours, and so have decided to drive us to cornwall this year. Groan. To go on an adventure holiday. Groan. That means exercise....I don't do exercise....my idea of a perfect holiday is lying on the beach for a week. So now I have to endure my vati moaning about the British road system and my wonderful younger siblings arguing about leg room for 8 hours (becuase undoubtedly there will be traffic jams). And I just know I will get lumbered with map reading duty (just because i take GSCE geography does not mean that I have a sense of direction) and when we get lost every one will blame me. Oh well. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702320-80200790?l=shindig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80200790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702320/posts/default/80200790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shindig.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80200790' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13798898251729493110</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>
