<?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-6389652754893931768</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:31:54.103Z</updated><category term='nick grimshaw'/><category term='Lace'/><category term='bad timez'/><category term='soundlikeatotalcrazypersonoopz'/><category term='Alexa Chung'/><category term='Humbug'/><category term='brixton'/><category term='mystery jets'/><category term='the cribs'/><category term='i still love you blogger'/><category term='esser'/><category term='Arctic Monkeys'/><category term='wasabi'/><category term='american apparel'/><category term='golden silvers'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Topshop'/><category term='cornerstone'/><category term='bloc party'/><category term='Underage Festival'/><title type='text'>unfamiliar tongue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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look like a 'this is england 86' copy cat, even though i've wanted a mane of hair for ages, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been to loads of my friends' gigs lately, i really really wish i was musical :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out last night and saw all my friends (minus hatty and sian who are in cornwall) which was so lovely and i love everyone loads and loads and i don't dislike any of them even though liam made me nearly cry at school with his 'banter' but whatever as things are all lovely between us now and he gave me one of his last cigarettes last night and rang me this morning, and i had missed chris so much omg! last night he was wearing this patterned round neck jumper with the collar of his polo shirt showing and like really nice trousers and boat shoes and he looked like he was from the drums. i hadn't seen lou for ages either, it was all so gr8. the highlight of my night was when we were all sitting around playing 'fuck your friend' or something like that and 'transmission' by joy division came on ronan's ipod and i was like, woot woot, hehe. oh, and ed has these amazing card tricks that actually blew my mind. charlez slept over at mine last night which was GUD. i don't even have a hangover as i drank all my drinks with mixers last night :') summer fruits squash, sprite zero, jacques and malibu is the nicest thing ever ok. i have nothing else to say, kind of regret the end of last night but whatever lolololooplololololol love that my life is a total cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TLCTkFOXMNI/AAAAAAAACWo/WI6y7FRq2nQ/s1600/001+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TLCTkFOXMNI/AAAAAAAACWo/WI6y7FRq2nQ/s400/001+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526078990870589650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIP green hair&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-8566640638583763499?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/8566640638583763499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/10/green-eyes.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8566640638583763499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8566640638583763499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/10/green-eyes.html' title='green eyes'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TLCTkFOXMNI/AAAAAAAACWo/WI6y7FRq2nQ/s72-c/001+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1445932914567258918</id><published>2010-09-12T15:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:14:36.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>day 01 - introduce yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm going to be horrendously annoying and do one of those '30 day challenge' things. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name's isabella. most people call me bella. alex turner is the love of my life. my favourite band's arctic monkeys. my favourite author's bret easton ellis, whom i adore. i met him this summer, which was wonderful. i'm going to see carl barat on the 29th, i cannot wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really think of anything else to write, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a recent picture of me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TI-WBoRL_aI/AAAAAAAACWA/t4Lo6hsrP2A/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TI-WBoRL_aI/AAAAAAAACWA/t4Lo6hsrP2A/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516793023285689762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've stripped all the colour out of my hair, so that's what it's like naturally. i am starting to quite like it, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1445932914567258918?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1445932914567258918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-01-introduce-yourself.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1445932914567258918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>totally fine with people not be able to glasto. totally fine with them going to reading with people i don't know. totally fine with not being invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. hate life, hate everyone. cept hatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for amelia's 18th next weekend, just gunna get really drunk and make a fool out of myself as usual. cool. lololoololololoollnjdfbadcdvdfav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-358757578691606260?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/358757578691606260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/09/totally-fine-with-people-not-be-able-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/358757578691606260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/358757578691606260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/09/totally-fine-with-people-not-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-9054144434793083326</id><published>2010-09-07T20:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:21:09.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>albion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm so fucking happy at the moment. i got my GCSE results a while ago- A*A*AAAABBBCD and i was over the moon. let's be honest- the effort i put in was minimal and my revision was barely there, so i was amazed with my results. good timez. i then went off to canterbury for a few days with most of my best friends, that was so great. thinking about it makes me want to cry, i love them all loads. i then made the choice to change schools for sixth form. i have left most of my best friends at the girls' school i had attended for 5 years. i am now a student at an all boys' school, which allows girls for sixth form. there are 30 girls in my year and 200 boys. i know someone in all my lessons and changing school is proving to be the best decision i have ever made. i was so hateful at my old school, everyone was awfully bitchy and that all girls environment was awful. everyone is really lovely at my new school and they all seem to get along. i have met so many new people and all my teachers are great. i'm studying critical thinking, english literature, biology, history and statistics at AS. i used to loathe going to school, but now i really love it, ha! i feel like i have changed, even though i only started this week, i just feel genuinely happy. hope all your lives are going well too xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-9054144434793083326?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-697780375584108080</id><published>2010-08-21T16:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:02:44.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna see you on your knees</title><content type='html'>errrr, haven't blogged in a while, here's a list of what has happened since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to portugal for a week&lt;br /&gt;- tanned a bit :-(&lt;br /&gt;- fell in love with michael cera&lt;br /&gt;- went into london a lot&lt;br /&gt;- decided i want my nose and nipple pierced&lt;br /&gt;- spent all my money&lt;br /&gt;- bought a wonderful faux fur hat and some nice black suede heels and some velvet skirts&lt;br /&gt;- went to hatty's birthday party which was lovely&lt;br /&gt;- dyed my hair&lt;br /&gt;- the lead singer of ou est le swimming pool died, which is so sad. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;- my 'fuck forever' bag arrived&lt;br /&gt;- hatty realised her love for arctic monkeys, yay&lt;br /&gt;- deleted my formspring&lt;br /&gt;- accidentally put my 'smiths is dead' tshirt in with colours and so it is now grey not white :-(&lt;br /&gt;- didn't get tickets to the libertines warm up gig :'(&lt;br /&gt;- ronan and chris said my hair looked like ellie goulding's &gt;:o but liam said it looked lovely :-)&lt;br /&gt;- went to izzy's house party type thing last night, made a fool out of myself but had a (mainly) good time so whatever (highlight: sitting in the garden singing the smiths and drinking champers in the dark, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some recent pictures. because you totally care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TG_5D4B9E_I/AAAAAAAACT4/VYQk67yHa7w/s1600/DSCF1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; 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10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TG_5m7XMEJI/AAAAAAAACUQ/7rNbHkreVdc/s400/45786_1476635708186_1002525312_31384632_1278902_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507895316462702738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TG_5EayW5hI/AAAAAAAACUA/D80iNnk7lbU/s1600/DSCF1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TG_5EayW5hI/AAAAAAAACUA/D80iNnk7lbU/s400/DSCF1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507894723602736658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-697780375584108080?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/697780375584108080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-see-you-on-your-knees.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/697780375584108080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/697780375584108080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-see-you-on-your-knees.html' title='i wanna see you on your knees'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TG_5D4B9E_I/AAAAAAAACT4/VYQk67yHa7w/s72-c/DSCF1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1649008415436817940</id><published>2010-07-29T16:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:42:00.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still fond of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello, i am at my grandparent's house. and will be until tuesday. yesterday i bought some gold nail varnish (eeek!) today i've been feeling really tired so have been drinking lots of peppermint tea and listening to a lot of the smiths. i also popped round to my auntie's house to check on her cat; lilly. on the way home i saw a nun. life's so exciting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'smiths is dead' tshirt arrived and is wonderful. my holga camera also arrived. i need to buy some film for it, i guess i'll do that tomorrow as hatty and i are going into london for sushi and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to going to portugal... i am not looking forward to the sunburnt state i will most likely return in, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything else to say. here is a picture of lilly, she looks a bit dead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TFGf92Q__9I/AAAAAAAACTg/Bkd7izrh0zc/s1600/LIlly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TFGf92Q__9I/AAAAAAAACTg/Bkd7izrh0zc/s400/LIlly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499352504883740626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1649008415436817940?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1649008415436817940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-fond-of-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1649008415436817940'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>you and your sister live in a lemonworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;yayayayay, the camera i was going to buy for £65 i won on ebay for £31! yay! i'm going to stay at my grandparent's for a week, on tuesday, as my parents are going on holiday and don't trust me with the house, haha. i'm spending a week on holiday with them, from the 3rd i think, i can't wait! i'm actually really looking forward to staying with my grandparent's too, as i'm just going to read a lot, and try and get through this huge reading list i've set myself, ha. they also live just a train ride away from victoria station so i think i'll spend a lot of time in london, which will be nice :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other week i got a debit card and so set up a payapal account and have since bought lots of things on ebay. most of which i don't need. i do need the 'alex turner is god' badge i bought, though. haha. thankfully i was outbid on the cat teapot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to write a novel so i can (properly) meet bret easton ellis and then we'll fall in love and he'll whisk me off to LA etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my underwater disposables developed, one from LA, two from latitude... i really like how they've turned out, here are my favourites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUa3_lHtI/AAAAAAAACSg/vT22U65S8FI/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUa3_lHtI/AAAAAAAACSg/vT22U65S8FI/s400/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510222075600594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUakUcMdI/AAAAAAAACSY/ymYLVYhfSio/s1600/004+-+Copy+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUakUcMdI/AAAAAAAACSY/ymYLVYhfSio/s400/004+-+Copy+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510216794386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUaK_ZlXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/xwiZmfsWzV0/s1600/001+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUaK_ZlXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/xwiZmfsWzV0/s400/001+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510209995249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVCyTpYYI/AAAAAAAACS4/bdGJqGbG_os/s1600/014+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVCyTpYYI/AAAAAAAACS4/bdGJqGbG_os/s400/014+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510907743920514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVEbjQfrI/AAAAAAAACTY/7Frdbq2-1EE/s1600/021+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVEbjQfrI/AAAAAAAACTY/7Frdbq2-1EE/s400/021+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510935995121330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVD4vznOI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Eaxgr6LzWCI/s1600/020+-+Copy+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsVD4vznOI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Eaxgr6LzWCI/s400/020+-+Copy+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497510926652513506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's hatty's birthday soon and i have no idea what to get her! eeeeeek. i'm off out shopping tomorrow, i think, then we're doing something for my auntie's birthday too. i've had a really lovely weekend, hope you all have too xxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4023978051716376445?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4023978051716376445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-and-your-sister-live-in-lemonworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4023978051716376445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4023978051716376445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-and-your-sister-live-in-lemonworld.html' title='you and your sister live in a lemonworld'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEsUa3_lHtI/AAAAAAAACSg/vT22U65S8FI/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1014358322362279261</id><published>2010-07-20T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:33:25.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my quest to lead a more cultured and meaningful life has already failed after only perusing the notion for a mere couple of hours. i watched an hour long eastenders special and then some hideous programme on bbc3 about a pregnant 14 year old scottish girl whose boyfriend had died and it made me cry and hate myself a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been reminiscing about latitude. i have so many questions i would love to ask bret easton ellis, but when it came to meeting him i asked the most stupid thing imaginable that i do not want immortalised here. i also regret not speaking to carl barat. it was just him and his friend and me standing there, i could have quite easily struck up a conversation but i was foolishly too shy and missed my chance. i seem to be the only person who didn't meet peter hook as well, which i am deeply remorseful over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news- i might go into london in the next couple of days to buy a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1014358322362279261?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5744825626879791670</id><published>2010-07-20T13:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:53:29.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>people are afraid to merge on freeways in los angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello! this post is going to be about LA and latitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in an apartment in santa monica, on california and third, which was such a great location. we could walk to third street where all the shops were, and starbucks was literally a two minute stroll! we were also really close to the beach which was lovely. the apartments had a pool which was pleasant. i got sunburnt on the second day, as i forgot to apply suncream, oops! we did so much whilst we were there- we went to universal studios, visited venice beach multiple times, drove to malibu to watch fireworks on the beach for independence day, walked around the mountains in topanga, visited the hollywood sign, did other touristy things, went to thrift stores, visited the UCLA shop in westwood, went to see marilyn monroe's grave, went on a cruise at long beach, sunbathed on the beach, went to the pier at night, caught buses to main street, went to starbucks three times a day, visited every american apparel store we saw, went to the playboy mansion, drove around bel air, visited beverly hills, drank really nice coffee in a really cool cafe in venice ETC. LA is such an incredible place, everyone is so relaxed there and everything is so vast and beautiful. i want to live there, so much. my favourite novel is set there, and i just love everything about the place. people are so friendly and everything seems perfect. i found the trip really inspiring, LA has so much to aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after returning home from LA, i went to latitude festival, i saw- russell kane, wild beasts, everything everything, florence and the machine, frightened rabbit, the maccabees, midnight beast (for like 5 mins, it was the worst thing ever and it wasn't my idea), the horrors, the xx, the ska-tronics, gentlemen's dub club, rick edwards interviewing the inbetweeners, the strange boys, the big pink, the end of mumford and sons, dirty projectors, vampire weekend, the coral, john cooper clarke ETC. i also saw huw stephens, jarvis cocker and carl barat. i met my favourite author bret easton ellis, too, he shook my hand and signed my book and my eyes welled up with tears and i nearly cried. good timez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are all going out drinking tonight but i have decided to stay in as i feel ever more distant from most of them and cannot be bothered to have puerile conversations about things i don't care about, i also think i should be more cultured and so am going to continue reading 'lunar park' and think deep thoughts and stuff like that. (i'll probably end up watching eastenders or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few photos of LA, from a disposable, i need to get my other one developed, as well as the ones from latitude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeq7HO9HI/AAAAAAAACR4/uX-uAI8W7lA/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeq7HO9HI/AAAAAAAACR4/uX-uAI8W7lA/s400/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495973380535284850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeqTan06I/AAAAAAAACRw/1gWYLnZxTsI/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeqTan06I/AAAAAAAACRw/1gWYLnZxTsI/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495973369879188386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWfWKktSKI/AAAAAAAACSI/MaYsRtLg8GA/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWfWKktSKI/AAAAAAAACSI/MaYsRtLg8GA/s400/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495974123419814050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWfV17cRYI/AAAAAAAACSA/-vZxyHSetCA/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWfV17cRYI/AAAAAAAACSA/-vZxyHSetCA/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495974117878023554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeqOJcdpI/AAAAAAAACRo/qbYp8fbqOEY/s1600/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeqOJcdpI/AAAAAAAACRo/qbYp8fbqOEY/s400/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495973368464963218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeUuGv9HI/AAAAAAAACRg/TLhQF9-pKpg/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TEWeTR8NAMI/AAAAAAAACRA/2iGzzjxyN5g/s400/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495972974346174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hope everyone's summer is going well xxxxxxxxxx&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt; http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5744825626879791670?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5744825626879791670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/07/people-are-afraid-to-merge-on-freeways.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6929056167794010645</id><published>2010-07-14T18:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:55:23.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;errr, so i accidentally deleted my last post instead of a draft, oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from LA! :-( i can't believe i'm at home, i've had an amazing 2 weeks. i really want to live in santa monica when i'm older, it's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhdfabldsahvc i'm so tired, i'll undoubtedly ramble on about LA later, when i've recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee, latitude! i can't go until the friday though, which is a bit urgh but whatever. i can't wait! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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boys there were really hot, haha, good times! i knew most of the girls and everyone was really nice :) my mother gave sian and lily a lift home, i was so out of it, i just sat there with my feet out the window, ha. i went shopping this morning and bought loads of new clothes for LA, oohhh, i'm so excited! we're going out for my mother's birthday later, to this new restaurant near the racecourse i think, that should be good. i watched some of the glastonbury coverage on the iplayer, dizzee rascal's set looked really fun. i am in such a good mood, everything is just so great :D my sociology exam wasn't that bad and i really don't care about ICT and it's only 3 days until LA! to celebrate end of exams, we're going for a carvery on monday night, HA. i think everyone else is getting t0TaLlY Pii553d the next day or something, but whatever because i'll be living the dream in los angeles, yaaaaay! ask me something- &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; xxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCYiKnNoJpI/AAAAAAAACQ4/qw_X2iW7x9s/s1600/DIENG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCYiKnNoJpI/AAAAAAAACQ4/qw_X2iW7x9s/s400/DIENG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487110761717704338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7356734164892394278?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCYiKnNoJpI/AAAAAAAACQ4/qw_X2iW7x9s/s72-c/DIENG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6513974922912013916</id><published>2010-06-24T13:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:27:51.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had a dream that i met alex turer and hatty took a picture of us but it was really shit so i had this go at her and said she'd 'ruined my life' etc and then i woke up and now i feel all upset even though it was only a dream, ha. i'm also really scared about my sociology exam tomorrow. i just don't know how to revise for it! i am going to do so badly, ugh. then my father said that if i don't get 'good' GCSE results (As and A*s) then i can't go to canterbury with my freinds at the end of the summer! we're all collecting our results then going straight to the cottage on results day, so if i can't go it will be the worst day ever. i have cried so much this morning. 'lennon naked' was really moving. i thought christopher eccleston played john excellently. i really need to revise as the sociology exam's tomorrow and i'm supposed to be going to an art exhibition at school tonight. i just feel so overwhelmed with everything and i don't know what to do and i feel like no one really gets it. ahh, this getting really emo-y, i better stop, ha. i have so much to look forward to and be excited about but i just have this constant sick feeling when i think about my GCSE results. i hope this doesn't continue for the next 2 months. urgh. ok, i'm going to listen to 'fit but you know it' because it's the best song ever and i now know all the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCNN-MvEwsI/AAAAAAAACQw/6u3o6LdmowQ/s1600/rolling_stones_261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCNN-MvEwsI/AAAAAAAACQw/6u3o6LdmowQ/s400/rolling_stones_261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486314502033294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-6513974922912013916?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/6513974922912013916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-dream-that-i-met-alex-turer-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6513974922912013916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6513974922912013916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-dream-that-i-met-alex-turer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCNN-MvEwsI/AAAAAAAACQw/6u3o6LdmowQ/s72-c/rolling_stones_261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5573625525227948757</id><published>2010-06-23T13:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:40:11.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling in the ocean</title><content type='html'>I WISH I WAS AT GLASTONBURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had a rant about tumblr then deleted it as i realised it was mildly offensive, so sorry if it comes up on your dashboard then takes you to a blank page. haha. i have my sociology exam on friday, the exam is 80% of my final grade. i just looked through a past paper and nearly cried, ha. i have so much to do! some of my friends went into london today, i didn't, as i need to revise. i am so good at procrastinating. if it were a GCSE i'd A* it. i really don't know why i'm writing this, i need to work. i'm listening to the strokes. i don't want to leave the computer. i feel really content because everything i've been looking forward to is nearly here! just 2 more exams then i'm free for like, 9 weeks or something ridiculous :D i am so so excited for latitude! oh, and LA! 6 days! ahhh, things are so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched this programme on the iplayer called 'the biology of dads' or something like that, as it looked interesting. there was this study that stated that if girls had a good relationship with their father then they were likely to marry a man who looks like their dad and has a similar personality etc D; i really hope i don't end up marrying someone like my father! that would be awful, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, liam wanted me to blog about how he got attacked... my friend liam was attacked in the park by a crazed elderly gentlemen who looked like gary glitter the other week. i don't know why he wanted me write about it, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to the strokes for most of today. now i'm going to put the stone roses on and attempt to revise gender socialisation and other equally as riveting topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCINnfalgFI/AAAAAAAACQI/eAUOzUg2g48/s1600/34088_432452906004_743081004_6198219_3341152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCINnfalgFI/AAAAAAAACQI/eAUOzUg2g48/s400/34088_432452906004_743081004_6198219_3341152_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485962268189753426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCINnmi9thI/AAAAAAAACQQ/72PZtZymm3g/s1600/36642_432454391004_743081004_6198276_5458247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCINnmi9thI/AAAAAAAACQQ/72PZtZymm3g/s400/36642_432454391004_743081004_6198276_5458247_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485962270103942674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5573625525227948757?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5573625525227948757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/rolling-in-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5573625525227948757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5573625525227948757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/rolling-in-ocean.html' title='rolling in the ocean'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TCINnfalgFI/AAAAAAAACQI/eAUOzUg2g48/s72-c/34088_432452906004_743081004_6198219_3341152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2165074474980176793</id><published>2010-06-22T19:03:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:24:59.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>flow sweetly, hang heavy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh, so that post i sent form my phone worked? cool. i am so bored and tired. i have no energy to revise and eastenders isn't on because of the football and omg, what is my life? i sound like such a loser, aha. THIS TIME NEXT WEEK I WILL BE IN LA! i'm kind of sad because i don't know if i'll be able to see all of my friends before i go away as tomorrow and thursday i need to spend revising, friday i have an exam, saturday i need to go shopping, sunday i have to see my family, monday i have an exam, then i'm going on tuesday! i still need to sort so much stuff out, ahhh. i am so excited though!! is it too early to be looking forward to it? ahhh, i don't care! i can't wait until LA!!!!!!!!! my parents talked to me about spending money and i was pleasantly surprised with how much they're giving me, yay! i also need to organise all the shit i need for latitude as i get home on the 14th, then i'm off again on the 16th! i really want one of those 'she-wee' things, ha. ohhh, i can't wait for latitude either! ahhh, i actually feel really happy now i'm thinking about everything :D AND, i watched that programme on glastonbury and at the end it showed jay-z coming on-stage to 'wonderwall' then performing '99 problems' which is like my favourite thing ever (the whole scenario, not just the latter song). OMG I AM LISTENING TO 99 PROBS NOW, LUV LYF. i'm also really looking forward to seeing the drums in novemeber, jonathan is so cool. his dancing is hilarious. i don't think he's 'copying' ian curtis, like all that h8erz are saying. ian never did the wave move with his arm so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgrA7EFFVZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgrA7EFFVZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;                                                 http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace                                            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2165074474980176793?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2165074474980176793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/flow-sweetly-hang-heavy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2165074474980176793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2165074474980176793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/flow-sweetly-hang-heavy.html' title='flow sweetly, hang heavy'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1345824933562712904</id><published>2010-06-22T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:29:49.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I CAN BLOG FROM MY PHONE!!! so yeah, i am sending this via email, i hope it works! so i&amp;#39;m sitting in the park with karina, jack, izzy and soon to be liam, too. i should be revising. it is so hot outside, ew. okay, that&amp;#39;s all, i just wanted to see if mobile blogging worked :-D xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1345824933562712904?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1345824933562712904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-i-can-blog-from-my-phone-so-yeah-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1345824933562712904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1345824933562712904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-i-can-blog-from-my-phone-so-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-659872516177233583</id><published>2010-06-21T14:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:02:28.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love catzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1. i wish someone would make me a mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;2. i wish someone would appreciate this really ace playlist i have just constructed.&lt;br /&gt;3. i wish this nick cave song wasn't making me so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;4. i wish my friends would have conversations about joy division rather than justin bieber.&lt;br /&gt;5. i wish some of my friends didn't go around saying things like 'humbug is shit, alex turner is so pretentious'. i mean, srsly, wtf is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;6. i wish i had unlimited money as i really don't want to get a lame saturday job.&lt;br /&gt;7. i wish 'barbara' was a better album.&lt;br /&gt;8. i wish that 'imperial bedrooms' by bret easton ellis was released before i went on holiday so i could read it on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;9. i wish that that intimate strokes gig hadn't been 18+.&lt;br /&gt;10. i wish arctic monkeys would hurry up and record and release their fourth album.&lt;br /&gt;11. i wish people would stop joining 'deep' groups on faceyb, they're a total cringe.&lt;br /&gt;12. i wish bloc party hadn't split up.&lt;br /&gt;13. i wish that i didn't wish that bloc party hadn't split up.&lt;br /&gt;14. i wish i knew what i was supposed to revise for this ICT exam.&lt;br /&gt;15. i wish i'd waited for and met alex turner after the sheperd's bush gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear reader, if you could make any/all of those things happen i'd be really grateful. kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TB9vgatikWI/AAAAAAAACPw/qZ2DiuH0e2E/s1600/4167675060_4aea67a858_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TB9vgatikWI/AAAAAAAACPw/qZ2DiuH0e2E/s400/4167675060_4aea67a858_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225473877381474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-659872516177233583?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/659872516177233583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-catzzzzzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/659872516177233583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/659872516177233583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-catzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='love catzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TB9vgatikWI/AAAAAAAACPw/qZ2DiuH0e2E/s72-c/4167675060_4aea67a858_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4279950225322112584</id><published>2010-06-18T09:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:04:52.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>summer's just beginning baby, i might learn to hate you lady</title><content type='html'>i'm not going to see the horrors, even though hatty won tickets too, ha. it's too much effort. they're not on-stage until after 10, so we'd probably miss the last train home and we might not even get in as it's over 18+. and we're seeing them at latitude so i'm not that bothered :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, sarah has invited everyone to her house as they're having some sort of 'world cup gathering'. i am not joking. i have no interest in football but i haven't seen some people in a while and i like pimms. so i''m looking forward to it! i really really really want a vuvuzela, haha! i hope i am not forced to watch any 'footie' later, it's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have juts book 7 tickets to see the drums at the hmv forum in november! yay! i'm so happy. i'm also going to see foals in november, so that should be a good month :D i much prefer the summertime! ep to the drums' album, as i think most people do. i hope they play most of the ep tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up really early to get the drums tickets, now i'm bored. i have nothing to do all day, until this evening. i suppose i could start revision for sociology or ict.... or i could watch a whole series of 'house' and drink loads of tea. the latter sounds so much more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ask me a question! &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, i saw this on tumblr. errr, story of my life?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBswDAnLwZI/AAAAAAAACPY/W1-V4J9nz48/s1600/misan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBswDAnLwZI/AAAAAAAACPY/W1-V4J9nz48/s400/misan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484029799515799954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4279950225322112584?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4279950225322112584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-just-beginning-baby-i-might.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4279950225322112584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4279950225322112584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-just-beginning-baby-i-might.html' title='summer&apos;s just beginning baby, i might learn to hate you lady'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBswDAnLwZI/AAAAAAAACPY/W1-V4J9nz48/s72-c/misan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-9150980330041902725</id><published>2010-06-17T21:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:09:22.624+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundlikeatotalcrazypersonoopz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that make me hate life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- MY STUPID TWAT OF A FATHER COMING BACK FROM HOLLAND AND ACCUSING ME OF BEING DRUNK BECAUSE I WAS IN A COMA LIKE STATE DUE TO SLEEP DEPRIVATION AS A BASTARD CAT WOKE ME UP REALLY EARLY THIS MORNING!!!!1 THEN PROCEEDING TO STOP ME WATCHING 'DAVE' AS I WOULDN'T LET THE CUNTING CAT OUT AS I COULDN'T MOVE AS I'M ACHING LIKE A BITCH. THEN, LATER, PUTTING ON A FOOTBALL MATCH AND TURNING THE VOLUME UP REALLY LOUDLY, WHILST I AM TRYING TO LISTEN TO 99 PROBLEMS!!!! NOW HE IS TRYING TO BE ALL 'NICE' AS HE'S REALISED WHAT A WANKER HE IS BY ASKING ME HOW MY EXAMS WENT AND OTHER SMALL TALK WHEN HE KNOWS I HATE TALKING ABOUT SHIT LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. die. dsbfjdhvbdhglajfg4e3rfbdhjvbjlabvsdh;fvdjagfdsahblvcj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-9150980330041902725?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/9150980330041902725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-make-me-hate-life-my-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/9150980330041902725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/9150980330041902725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-make-me-hate-life-my-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7847457651113208573</id><published>2010-06-16T15:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:15:02.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>modern girls and old fashioned men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello, how are you all on this on this wonderfully sunny day? this morning i went into town to open my bank account. once in the bank i realised that i had forgotten my passport so i couldn't open said account. that was a brilliant start to the day. i also left my purse at home, meaning i had no money for train fare and therefore had to catch a bus home. i'm really not a fan of buses. i arrived home and things got better as i had the house to myself, so the strokes were on full blast for the majority of the afternoon. i also got an email saying i'd won tickets to see the horrors! yay! i'm not sure if i'll go though, as it's this friday and i think everyone has exams next week and it's 18+. but who knows, maybe i will. i'm going to see the drums in november hopefully. tickets go on sale on friday, that should be good. it's now less than 2 weeks until i go to LA. i'm a little bit excited :D in other news- i'm sure you've all seen that recent picture of alex and miles that's going around tumblr and twitter and everywhere. it is unbelievably beautiful. i can't really sum up how it makes me feel, but it is undoubtedly an iconic photograph. it was published in an on-line article on the GQ website on june the 14th, so it's pretty recent. i didn't think it was possible to love alex any more than i did, but  that image has proved me wrong. in case you haven't seen their wondrous faces captured so flawlessly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBjqEhdVEMI/AAAAAAAACPQ/iopQYQxzFHY/s1600/Miles-and-Alex-landscape-jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBjqEhdVEMI/AAAAAAAACPQ/iopQYQxzFHY/s400/Miles-and-Alex-landscape-jp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483389909745340610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if perfection exists then it resides in that photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be posting quite a lot in the next week or so. i don't have an exam for a while, but i'm supposed to be revising. just to warn you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice evening xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7847457651113208573?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7847457651113208573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/modern-girls-and-old-fashioned-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7847457651113208573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7847457651113208573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/modern-girls-and-old-fashioned-men.html' title='modern girls and old fashioned men'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBjqEhdVEMI/AAAAAAAACPQ/iopQYQxzFHY/s72-c/Miles-and-Alex-landscape-jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4613186979006294438</id><published>2010-06-15T17:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:44:08.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>live and let die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's been over a week since my last post. have you missed me? no? ok. a lot has changed since last time i posted. now i can legally drive a moped, change my name via deed-poll and get married with a parent's permission. woohoo. after complaining profusely about my birthday i had a really lovely day. i got everything i'd asked for and more. everyone was really nice. i had lunch with hatty. it was all good. on friday i went to jamie oliver's restaurant. that was nice. i've taken pictures of my favourite presents. i also got (not pictured) a cheque to open my bank account with, topshop vouchers, band tees, dresses, skirts, cardigans, CDs, books, an amethyst broach made in 1880-ish, UO shit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are scientists tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepnBiAzqI/AAAAAAAACOw/yvwF4hJTAN0/s1600/DSCF1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepnBiAzqI/AAAAAAAACOw/yvwF4hJTAN0/s400/DSCF1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483037559237955234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;copies of NME from 1980, from karina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepmiPLIbI/AAAAAAAACOo/h4hUjOIxkvI/s1600/DSCF1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepmiPLIbI/AAAAAAAACOo/h4hUjOIxkvI/s400/DSCF1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483037550837440946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leather satchel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepmEUnhFI/AAAAAAAACOg/YlgqMIbIhmY/s1600/DSCF1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepmEUnhFI/AAAAAAAACOg/YlgqMIbIhmY/s400/DSCF1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483037542807209042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i only have two exams left; ICT and sociology. the latter is in ten days time and ICT is on the 28th. they are so spread out. ugh. today is exactly two weeks until LA! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to see the mystery jets on july the 15th, then i'm off to latitude the next day, i can't wait for summer! 'serotonin', the new mystery jets album leaked, it's wonderful. i am totally in love with it. it's perfect. my favourite tracks are- serotonin, show me the light, melt and flash a hungry smile. i think each track is brilliant, though. it's not as 'same-y' as their previous albums and it feel like they've evolved which is really good. i'll deffs be buying it when it's officially released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, hahaha, i made a video when i was bored one day this week which i was going to upload to here, then i realised that i have a really annoying voice and i sound like a complete twat. hdsfgdsvfdskfdfuewi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new we are scientists album 'barbara' came in the post for me today. it's ok, the singles off of it are really good, but it's a bit boring after the 3rd listen. i still love them though. the album cover, instead of containing lyrics, contains this hilarious 'guide to love' or something like that and it has all these hilarious chat-up lines involving raisins. i read them aloud to jack and karina earlier, which was a struggle, considering i was laughing so much, i don't think they really appreciated them. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBep741XVjI/AAAAAAAACPA/dzIFnVlaRRM/s1600/DSCF1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBep741XVjI/AAAAAAAACPA/dzIFnVlaRRM/s400/DSCF1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483037917680457266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reasons i love that photo:&lt;br /&gt;- my huge forehead is glowing wondrously&lt;br /&gt;- my hand looks like it doesn't belong me to me and is oversized&lt;br /&gt;- my sister's expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my formspring is working again, although it still says i've answer 1,000 less questions than i have :-( &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4613186979006294438?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4613186979006294438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-and-let-die.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4613186979006294438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4613186979006294438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-and-let-die.html' title='live and let die'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TBepnBiAzqI/AAAAAAAACOw/yvwF4hJTAN0/s72-c/DSCF1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1602490951351638847</id><published>2010-06-07T21:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:53:51.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON WEDNESDAY. ugh, i am sooo not looking forward to it! i have exams all week. i'm not going to have much to open on the day as i'm getting a cheque as my main present. i bet no one will write on my facebook wall and i'll look like a complete loser as all my friends will be revising and i doubt people from school will as i'm a horrible person and it's not as if i'm 'lovely' to everyone so they have no reason to. and all i really want is someone to quote 'unhappy birthday' by the smiths but no one will as no one likes them as they are all idiots. all my arctic monkeys tickets were birthday presents, as is my foals ticket, and my latitude one. i just feel really upset because joe invited me to go and see the drums with him and jamie but i can't go as it's the day i go to LA, and i'm just really not looking forward to the actual day of my birthday as i will obviously do really badly in my history exam and can't even remember what was on my birthday list and just ughsdhfgdshfgdjhfdhjgfhjdfhdjgsfhdjsgafhdsgfjdf ok. that made no sense. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF- SOME SHIT COVER VERSION OF 'WONDERWALL' HAS JUST COME ON ON A PLAYLIST I'M LISTENING TO ON SPOTIFY, UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TA1awZkB9iI/AAAAAAAACOY/obcvpXupYtU/s1600/tumblr_kxxl9wjXr91qzmmkco1_500-470x309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TA1awZkB9iI/AAAAAAAACOY/obcvpXupYtU/s400/tumblr_kxxl9wjXr91qzmmkco1_500-470x309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480136109121992226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1602490951351638847?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1602490951351638847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-birthday-on-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1602490951351638847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1602490951351638847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-birthday-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TA1awZkB9iI/AAAAAAAACOY/obcvpXupYtU/s72-c/tumblr_kxxl9wjXr91qzmmkco1_500-470x309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2977703476706970654</id><published>2010-06-06T10:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:19:49.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go surfing</title><content type='html'>these last few days have been so good. although, LAST NIGHT DRAMA WENT DOWN WITH MY SISTER. but i'll save that story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday we went to brighton which was lovely! it was so hot! we successfully stalked the mystery jest too, haha, but we didn't meet them :( i love the beach in brighton in the summer, it was packed but we still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5JCjG9ZI/AAAAAAAACOA/MTQ34D8QLNs/s1600/DSCF1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5JCjG9ZI/AAAAAAAACOA/MTQ34D8QLNs/s400/DSCF1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479606567836251538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5ImswaMI/AAAAAAAACN4/K5UZVSgxtPc/s1600/DSCF1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5ImswaMI/AAAAAAAACN4/K5UZVSgxtPc/s400/DSCF1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479606560360523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5IJ86MqI/AAAAAAAACNw/JDa0pFbb_vk/s1600/DSCF1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5IJ86MqI/AAAAAAAACNw/JDa0pFbb_vk/s400/DSCF1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479606552643646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3FIOdTgI/AAAAAAAACNg/_-H_PU7iAOE/s1600/DSCF1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3FIOdTgI/AAAAAAAACNg/_-H_PU7iAOE/s400/DSCF1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479604301617516034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3EdQcv4I/AAAAAAAACNQ/VsTSR1zcTBs/s1600/DSCF1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3EdQcv4I/AAAAAAAACNQ/VsTSR1zcTBs/s400/DSCF1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479604290083143554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3DXBc-5I/AAAAAAAACNI/YOhE4C4E8K4/s1600/DSCF1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3DXBc-5I/AAAAAAAACNI/YOhE4C4E8K4/s400/DSCF1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479604271229762450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3C7i2GBI/AAAAAAAACNA/VDDQIIkhk18/s1600/DSCF0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt3C7i2GBI/AAAAAAAACNA/VDDQIIkhk18/s400/DSCF0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479604263853627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday hatty and i went to ladies day. i didn't know gentleman were allowed in! haha. we caught a taxi there as i was wearing heels and couldn't be bothered to walk. i didn't think we'd get in as children had to be with an adult and there was a huge 'no under 18s sign' on the door, but we met hatty's mum's friend so it was all good. we were in the duchess's stand. there were so many women in huge hats it was hilarious. after standing up all day, watching horse races and whatnot my feet were killing me! we walked back to hatty's across the golf course, so i just took off my shoes, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was derby day!!!! we weren't in a stand, we had to mingle in the fair with all the gypos but whatever :D liam and i caught the train into town and met kit and this sixth former so he could buy us alcohol, then we met izzy and ronan. kit and ronan walked to jack's as most people were meeting there. liam and izzy and i got a lift from my mother up to hatty's as we wanted to drop all the stuff off and it's a shorter walk from hers. we had a little drink before we left hatty's then made our way there. it was a total chav fest, like, everyone there was so orange. such a contrast from the sophistication of the stands, where men had to where tail suits to get in. we met up with everyone else (jack, sian, charlie, sarah, kit, ronan, ellie, chris, karina) and sat by the stage for a bit. we met joe and jamie and saffron and people too. then the group spilt for a bit a bit to go on rides and whatnot. at about 2 we decided to go back to hatty's as it was SO HOT. we all sat around in hatty's garden drinking and bbqing and listening to music and stuff. it was so lovely. we all wanted to do shots, so we played 'i have never'. then, hatty and izzy disappeared. they reappeared with hatty's older cousin jamie and his friend. to clear up. as hatty had got worried her parents would come back. i think jamie hates me! we all decided to leave, hatty stayed. i really don't remember how we got into town, but we did. we went to the park and hung around there. THIS WAS WHEN I SAVED A BOY'S LIFE! ok, so this random guy, who knew jack and ronan was passed out on a bench, his friends had left him. sian, chris and i were talking to him and some pikey boys came up to him and were like 'oi, rich, come with us' etc, his name wasn't rich! so i pretended that a car i saw was my dad's who was coming to pick us up and they left! woohoo! sian and chris just stood there, i was the one who saved him! haha! so yeah, the boy's name was ant, we renamed him anton du beke. we sort of dragged him to maccy deez with us as we couldn't just leave him. he fell asleep there, it was soso funny. then he attempted to walk home. i hope he's ok. jack, karina, sian, chris and i went back to izzy's and watched 'high school musical' (kill me now) and then my dad picked me up. so yes, yesterday was great! although, i didn't realise i had a maths exam tomorrow! i must revise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5RN8XZhI/AAAAAAAACOQ/d2xAC--9MWU/s1600/DSCF1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5RN8XZhI/AAAAAAAACOQ/d2xAC--9MWU/s400/DSCF1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479606708333930002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;ask me something!- http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2977703476706970654?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2977703476706970654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-go-surfing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2977703476706970654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2977703476706970654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-go-surfing.html' title='let&apos;s go surfing'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAt5JCjG9ZI/AAAAAAAACOA/MTQ34D8QLNs/s72-c/DSCF1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1469871656104354647</id><published>2010-06-02T14:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:04:34.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what is this?!- i was commenting on liam's status on facey b and then his twin, chips in and starts talking about paolo nutini, i quote- 'He is not a 'good singer' He is a God, people like Alex Turner wish they were a tenth as good as Paolo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. what an utter fool. i highly doubt alex turner is even aware of paolo's musical presence. don't get me wrong, i like a bit of paolo (my last post's title is one of his lyrics, even), but he is in no way comparable to alex. i find it astounding that people can be so deluded. it's things like this that remind me of why i hate the majority of my peers. i mean, what an utterly ludrious notion- that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEX TURNER&lt;/span&gt; in any way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;envied&lt;/span&gt; paolo nutini! i know everyone has their own opinion; he loves paolo, okay, but that flippant remark about alex, just made him look like a complete idiot. i actually laughed when i read his comment, because, you can tell he was being totally serious, in his head, he actually believes that this man is some kind of god and everyone else is inferior. perhaps 'ignorance is bliss'? i don't know, i just found it hilarious and quite shocking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd share that with you because i am procrastinating as usual. i'm going to dye my hair in a bit, then i'm going to brighton tomorrow! yay! i've been listening to pulp all day, which has been nice. jarvis cocker is one of the coolest people ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAZoUJjutpI/AAAAAAAACM4/V4fcEIOFOWY/s1600/jarvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAZoUJjutpI/AAAAAAAACM4/V4fcEIOFOWY/s400/jarvv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478180692115240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have just realised how pretentious all that made me sound, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1469871656104354647?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1469871656104354647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/feelingcalledlove.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1469871656104354647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1469871656104354647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/feelingcalledlove.html' title='F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAZoUJjutpI/AAAAAAAACM4/V4fcEIOFOWY/s72-c/jarvv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5823993990556223560</id><published>2010-06-01T17:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:29:36.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you said you'd marry me, if i was 23</title><content type='html'>i just popped into town and had lunch with hatty. i bought some hair dye, a new lace body and some more disposable cameras. i also got my out-of-date one developed. it cost £10! more than the actual camera. but whatever, they turned out quite well. hatty and i tried on hats for ladies day. i really want one. now i'm home, and bored. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAUx13lwWxI/AAAAAAAACLY/zEnjkmuCRug/s400/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477839323291212562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5823993990556223560?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5823993990556223560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-said-youd-marry-me-if-i-was-23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5823993990556223560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5823993990556223560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-said-youd-marry-me-if-i-was-23.html' title='you said you&apos;d marry me, if i was 23'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TAUy1SDF_kI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Ak0Jb7G6feI/s72-c/4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4137267362359061311</id><published>2010-06-01T10:15:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:55:16.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>your english is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay! i'm going to ladies day! haha, hatty and i are going, it's on friday. i'm actually quite excited. i've always wanted to go as everyone gets dressed up and wears big hats and whatnot. i have no idea what i'm going to wear! on saturday it's the derby! i am so excited! we're going to hang around at the racecourse in the day and then go back to hatty's for a bbq and drinks later. i hope the weather's nice as the downs looks beautiful in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend i just went shopping a lot, ha. despite this, i only really bought a pair of shoes from gap, a dress from topshop and nme. how awfully clichéd of me. oh well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to the coolest place ever. i really didn't want to go out and was complaining for the whole journey there as i had to sit on a train full of tourists who were really annoying and then the tubes were really busy blah blah blah. ANYWAY, when we finally arrived at whiteleys, this shopping centre in west london, near hyde park, i cheered up a bit. my mother and i had gone to meet my aunt, my two young cousins- maia and phoebe, my mother and aunt's friend- lise and her son felix. they're all kind of cute for small children. so next door to the shopping centre is this bowling place called 'all stars'. it's super cool and there's one on brick lane that has karaoke booths too that alex and alexa and henry holland and nick grimshaw and loads of other cool people have been to. this one i went to had signed bowling pins from kate moss, jarvis cocker, prince harry etc. so yes, inside there was a restaurant that was done up like an american diner, and there were short bowling lanes at the back and a cocktail bar, too. it was so cool. usually bowling alleys are really horrible and the food is disgusting and it's full of tramps but this place had a lovely restaurant and everyone there obviously had money as it was expensive and it was just so good. we had lunch and then all the small children wanted to bowl so my mother and i caught a bus over to oxford circus to visit topshop an uo. toppers was like hell. it was full of tourists as it usually is, but i found the dress i'd wanted for ages so all is well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATWAbBWOiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/imbjS8tzQzc/s1600/bays_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATWAbBWOiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/imbjS8tzQzc/s400/bays_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477738349531118114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATUn2s9TNI/AAAAAAAACK4/s7qyyXFp00I/s1600/bays_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATUn2s9TNI/AAAAAAAACK4/s7qyyXFp00I/s400/bays_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477736827953433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATUnU0n_ZI/AAAAAAAACKo/4FSNO3L5tf4/s1600/bays_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TATUnU0n_ZI/AAAAAAAACKo/4FSNO3L5tf4/s400/bays_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477736818858786194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i found this out of date disposable camera at my grandma's house the other day so i've been using it. i'm going to get it developed today, i hope it worked! i'm off to meet hatty in town for lunch later so i'll get it done then and hopefully buy some more for latitude, as i don't want to take my proper camera to a festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to revise for the rest of this week, although if the weather's nice, i might be going to brighton one day. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday one week tomorrow. i'm not really looking forward to it as i have a n exam the day before, one the day after and two on the actual day :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total emo moment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l35y3aWKUA1qa6z6mo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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'to kill a mockingbird' was so so great. i chose to do the question about the character boo radley, and i think that went really well. for 'an inspector calls' i picked the question about how j. b. priestley held the audience's attention throughout the play, which i felt was an incredibly generous question. then the unseen poetry was ok, too. it was a 2 and 1/2 hour exam but it went so quickly! i ended up writing 14 and 1/2 pages, haha. i'm happy with how it went, i couldn't have written anything else, i'm confident in my answers. i really hope i get an A*. english literature is the one subject i care about most. coursework is 30% of the final grade, and i got an A* in that, so i'm just hoping i did enough in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam i came home and watched 'nowhere boy'. it was wonderful. i thought aaron johnson's interpretation of john lennon was brilliant. it was so sad! i nearly cried. i loved everything about the film, i wish i'd seen it at the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another good thing about today: U2 have pulled out of glastonbury! not that i'm going or anything... but when i watch the tv coverage i wont be subjected to seeing an old man wearing ridiculous sunglasses in a serious fashion, roaming around stage singing about feeling dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the first play of mark ronson's new track 'bang bang bang' last night, i thought it was really good. and, not a cover! :o haha. i always say i'm going to stop buying NME, and i really am, just after this week- the drums are on the cover! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my final chemistry exam tomorrow morning. i am yet to start revision. everything i do is so last minute. i better get started. i hope everyone else's exams are going well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://akamai-static.nme.com/images/gallery/drumsoxleyMP240510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 491px; height: 368px;" src="http://akamai-static.nme.com/images/gallery/drumsoxleyMP240510.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5812903990956774172?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5812903990956774172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/bright-pink-bookmark.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5812903990956774172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5812903990956774172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/bright-pink-bookmark.html' title='bright pink bookmark'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-9031959512323098177</id><published>2010-05-24T10:20:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:31:49.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the strange boys and girls club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hi guyzzzzzzzzzzzz, yesterday i went to a BBQ. it was nice. i love a bit of burnt meat. what i do not love, however, is the fact my nose is now sunburnt. it looks absolutely rediculous. omg, that was so lame, i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everyone is picking their favourite miliband to back, for the leader of the labour party. i've always fancied (for want of a better term) david so i'm hoping he'll win. he's so much more attractive than ed, and has this really cute lego haircut. the other day i got their names muddled up and started going an about how i love ed, oops. i blame the sun. i've realised that there are so many attractive politicians. here are the most appealing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david miliband- he has such a nice face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nickbaines.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/david-miliband1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 450px;" src="http://nickbaines.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/david-miliband1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boris johnson, mayor of london- even though he's conservative, he's still really attractive. every time he opens his mouth he says something hilarious. his speech patterns are also wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fandcorp.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/nboris05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 432px;" src="http://fandcorp.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/nboris05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordon brown- everyone was always so mean to him and he has a glass eye. he is the most adorable man ever and i love his accent. awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/files/gordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/files/gordan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick clegg- he's just so appealing not to mention just really hot, like, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/03_01/clegg0503_468x674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 674px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/03_01/clegg0503_468x674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing the latitude website last week and clicking on some of the bands playing stages i want to go to, i clicked on &lt;span&gt;'the strange boys&lt;/span&gt;' and was intrigued when it said '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Strange Boys wield a fantastic blend of early days Rolling Stones with a modern twist. Back to basics scuzzy rock ’n’ roll with primal blues rock riffs and soulful swagger, their disharmony is matched with a sensitive and melodic side&lt;/span&gt;.' so i spotifyed them. i overuse the word 'love' so much- i really like them. the whole 'blues' influence in their music is just great and i love (ok that didn't last long) the vocals. i will definitely be seeing them at latitude! their music is so refreshing, i'm really glad i came across them. there aren't many good pictures of them, so i can't judge their looks, but i'm sure they're really hot as they're in band so that automatically makes them more attractive than normal people. i also can't wait to see frightened rabbit at latitude, too. i've been listening to them a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm borrowing 'nowhere boy' from sian as i still haven't seen it. apparently it's really emotional, i can't wait to watch it. i think i'll have a viewing of it tomorrow, after my english literature exam. aaron johnson is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_q3W5ReOFI/AAAAAAAACGs/TBaPYPskaAA/s1600/nowhere_boy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_q3W5ReOFI/AAAAAAAACGs/TBaPYPskaAA/s400/nowhere_boy02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474889900981368914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hope you all had a nice weekend xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-9031959512323098177?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/9031959512323098177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/strange-boys-and-girls-club.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/9031959512323098177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/9031959512323098177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/strange-boys-and-girls-club.html' title='the strange boys and girls club'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_q3W5ReOFI/AAAAAAAACGs/TBaPYPskaAA/s72-c/nowhere_boy02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6228649096792401992</id><published>2010-05-22T20:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:14:51.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlet fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i meant to go out for 2 hours today, then come home and revise. i totally failed. i spent the whole day lying in the sun in the park with hatty, charlie, sian, jack, karina and chris. it was so hot. um, i might've maybe bough some fake tan? i may also have bought the 'medium to dark' option. i also might've possibly applied a new layer every hour. and now maybe my knees are brown and my hands look like an asian's. OOPS, H8 LIFE. i am going to exfoliate. A LOT. i don't know what came over me. i like being pale. so yeah, i'm totally over fake tanning, ew. hatty and sian aren't though. hatty has this really patchy look going on. HOT. sian's looks good though. i applied layers to her throughout the day too. total devotion there. so yes, today was really fun. the absence of revision only improved it. tomorrow i'm having a BBQ, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_g2_nwHGqI/AAAAAAAACGU/sDc384eEhys/s1600/DSCF0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_g2_nwHGqI/AAAAAAAACGU/sDc384eEhys/s400/DSCF0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474185813699271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bought the ian curtis NME the other day, i'm yet to read it. the cover looks great, i hope it's good. ahhh, also, i think i'm having some sort of musical identity crisis- the other day i listened to the courteeners and was all like 'ew, this is so lame'. um, wth. then i listened to dizzee rascal yesterday, and kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT FOALS TICKETS! i bought pre-sale ones the other day for brixton academy in november! ahhh, i can't wait! brixton is my favourite venue, and i love foals. so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of having nothing to complain about at the moment, haha! apart from exams, life is so good. this summer is going to be wonderful, so much is happening, i just want exams to be over, so i can go to LA and the goods times can commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;morrissey is 51 today. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_g6mE3W2AI/AAAAAAAACGk/myfLckvLgLk/s1600/morr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_g6mE3W2AI/AAAAAAAACGk/myfLckvLgLk/s400/morr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189772884203522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a nice sunday!&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt; http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-6228649096792401992?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/6228649096792401992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/scarlet-fields.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6228649096792401992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6228649096792401992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/scarlet-fields.html' title='scarlet fields'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_g2_nwHGqI/AAAAAAAACGU/sDc384eEhys/s72-c/DSCF0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4714128797057467259</id><published>2010-05-21T22:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:46:25.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I THINK YOU SHOULD ALL FOLLOW MY BEST FRIEND HATTY BECAUSE SHE'S REALLY FUNNY  AND SHE ONLY HAS 9 FOLLOWERS. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Harriette_C"&gt;http://twitter.com/Harriette_C&lt;/a&gt; i'll totes love you forever and a day if you do. if you're unsure, here are my favourites of her tweets, thus far-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chillin in it sucking on my big toe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant cope i think i need to pop some pills&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i see darren in a dark ally way he wont know what hit him. if you know what im saying ey ey ey'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i ordered a beef cake and darren arrived whaaa&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and the charming- '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural tan? No thanks i like mine orange and out of the can ;)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr, biology was weird. i'm really not sure how i did, but i'm certain i won't be getting an A* as my final grade :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, and my retake, i went and met charlie and hatty and sian in the park. it was so lovely and sunny. hatty and i went off to get food and came back to find john, thomas and dav there, and jack wondered down too. we lazed around for a bit which was nice, then i had to go home because i had physics tutoring. it was as exciting as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd really wanted to go the the toby carvery for ages as all my friends have been and i really wanted to go as it looks amazingly tacky and tasteless and just brilliant. anyway, so i talked my parents into taking us, even though they were both all like, 'ugh, it's going to be so low grade' blah blah blah. WELL PARENTS, yes, it was incredibly tacky, but it was actually really nice and i ate so much and returned home in some sort of food coma. i need to go again, it was so so good. CARVERY 4EVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from my academic failures, today was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't understand the end of 'ashes to ashes' as i hadn't watched previous series but it was still really upsetting. and gene hunt was looking as hot as ever, i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scifipulse.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/ashescar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 451px;" src="http://scifipulse.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/ashescar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a good weekend xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4714128797057467259?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4714128797057467259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-you-should-all-follow-my-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4714128797057467259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4714128797057467259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-you-should-all-follow-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-820359631750928547</id><published>2010-05-18T11:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:13:30.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I CUT LIKE A BUFFALO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'M SO FUCKING BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last night i watched coronation street. i hadn't watched it for years. steve mcdonald has become so attractive. i was totally blown away. and that man with the chiselled chin is really hot too. i may start watching it on a more permanent basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2009/12/18/1261135554367/Steve-McDonald-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 276px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2009/12/18/1261135554367/Steve-McDonald-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ben-price-nick-tilsley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ben-price-nick-tilsley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this morning i watched 'how the other half live'. i cried so much! it made me want to be a social worker, for like, half an hour. then i realised i hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandad just rang, he said he'd give me money for every A i get, yay! i've now lowered my sights from A*s to As. i think that's really achievable and means i won't have to put in that much work, woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to meet hatty in town for coffee later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this post i've talked about how i find characters in soaps  attractive, how i cried at a trash tv programme and my grandad. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me something interesting before i turn into one of those people who stalks soap actors- &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; thnx xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-820359631750928547?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/820359631750928547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cut-like-buffalo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/820359631750928547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/820359631750928547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cut-like-buffalo.html' title='I CUT LIKE A BUFFALO'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7906724772056298598</id><published>2010-05-17T14:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:38:09.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a flag. there is no wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i want to shave the sides of my head. do you think it would suit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatty&lt;/span&gt;: i hope you're not being serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i am. i want both sides shaved so i just have a mane of hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatty&lt;/span&gt;: bella don't you fucking dare shave your fucking hair unless you want to look even more like a dyke and it really wont look good and you are so odd for wanting that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so i'm not going to get a mane of hair because that will obviously affect my sexuality. ahh, i love hatty, haha, i don't think i really want to shave off half my hair, i was just bored and biology revision's driven me slightly insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i thought the biology exam was a week on friday but it's not, it's this friday. oops! i have so much revision to do for all the sciences and english literature as they're the first exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; the novel we've been studying for english lit is 'to kill a mockingbird'. i must admit, i have never actually read the whole thing. but i totally know what it's about, and we've annotated loads of it in class. on all the practise questions i've done on it i've gotten high As or A*s. i'm going to try and read it before the actual exam (a week tomorrow) but i've got this far without... that sounds so bad considering i want to do english at uni, ah gahhd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;this year i've done so little work. i've only just realised that i need to put in a bit of effort if i want to achieve my predicted grades. i've just been coasting through school but i've decided that i don't want to coast through life. HAHA. that's something my mother just said to me, how lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;this post has no point to it, i'm just rambling on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;in other news: i illegally downloaded 'the yippee EP' by never shout never today. LOLCATSHADGAGVADVGASHAJL. ahhh, i felt so 12yr old scene kid/indie/emo wannabe listening to it, it was gr8. i even looked up the lyrics so i could sing-along to his annoying voice. it was possibly the worst/best 12 minutes of my life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i also took screen prints of the latitude line up and marked who i really want to see.&lt;/span&gt; and i complain that my life isn't exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_FutpjvlaI/AAAAAAAACGM/P_y94DQgcfA/s1600/lat1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_FutpjvlaI/AAAAAAAACGM/P_y94DQgcfA/s400/lat1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276752760804770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_Futbm_XbI/AAAAAAAACGE/-ch9md9OiI4/s1600/lat2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_Futbm_XbI/AAAAAAAACGE/-ch9md9OiI4/s400/lat2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276749016325554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_Fus48eSII/AAAAAAAACF8/NcrbZGHJMr8/s1600/lat3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_Fus48eSII/AAAAAAAACF8/NcrbZGHJMr8/s400/lat3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276739711191170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_FuslgsX6I/AAAAAAAACF0/yKtPw97E1YE/s1600/lat4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_FuslgsX6I/AAAAAAAACF0/yKtPw97E1YE/s400/lat4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276734494400418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR EXAMS TO BE OVER SO I CAN GO BACK TO DOING NOTHING AND GO TO LA AND LATITUDE AND UNDERAGE AND CANTERBURY AND OTHER FUN STUFF THAT REQUIRES LITTLE EFFORT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;okay, bye xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ask me a q- &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7906724772056298598?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7906724772056298598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-flag-there-is-no-wind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7906724772056298598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7906724772056298598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-flag-there-is-no-wind.html' title='this is a flag. there is no wind'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S_FutpjvlaI/AAAAAAAACGM/P_y94DQgcfA/s72-c/lat1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-64968319988216766</id><published>2010-05-16T13:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:32:26.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>complacent and self-involved</title><content type='html'>i'm currently drowning in jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;joe and jamie went to see florence the other night, and although i'm not that bothered about her, the drums were supporting! joe said they were really good. he left me a voicemail message of their performance but i could only really hear the crowd. apparently jonathan introduced one of the songs with the line 'this is about a girl i cared a lot about... but then she got fat', haha! i hope the drums do a UK tour next year. they're the band i want to see most right now. so yes, so much envy for people who saw them supporting florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more people i am jealous of- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have deleted what used to be written here, in case they read it, aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a mobile phone i am also probably jealous of you. my beloved nokia e71 with a qwerty keypad has broken and gone in for repairs. it will be there for 2 weeks. i have been given this really shit 'loan phone' from 3. it is so basic. it has quick internet and stuff but that's nothing compared to my baby! if you have a blackberry or an equivalent, which most people do- i'm jealous. i'm stuck with this crap phone for what seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went into wimbledon and dropped my phone off, and had lunch at ta-maki, and bought some clothes for LA. then i went and met everyone on the downs, i'd missed the bbq, but we had a camp fire in the woods, then went and lazed around on the hills in the sun. hatty, sian and i ordered pizza to hatty's house and went and watched 'the ring'. i didn't understand the end. it was a really good day and probably the last time i'll see everyone until after exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl who i really don't like, she's 2 years below me at school and she's like, obsessed with our friend chris and she doesn't even like, know him. she goes to all his gigs and stuff, it's hilarious. anyway, said girl recently got formspring. she keeps whoring it out all over faceyb, like 'ohhh ask me a question!' etc, it's sooo annoying. i think it's stupid when people who don't have a blog or twitter or something get formspring, because like, who are they expecting is going to ask them questions? their friends? how pointless. anyway, so said girl is pimping out her formspring link everywhere, and she's started to get all this abuse on it, which is kind of deserved as she's the sort of person who edits all their pictures and types 'deep' lyrics over them and wears hats with a flat rim and bright colours. so yeah, she's been getting all this hate as she's really annoying and then she got all upset about it, it's like BABES DON'T ALLOW PEOPLE TO BE ANON OR JUST DON'T POST LINKS TO IT ON FBOOK WHERE PEOPLE OBVIOUSLY HATE YOU. she's such an idiot. like, stop crying about getting abuse and just delete the fucking thing! she obvs loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JETHRO CAVE IS SO HOT OMG. not only is he the son of nick cave but he is so beautiful and i am totally infatuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-_zGNcShGI/AAAAAAAACFs/Kl6rB6kXhqE/s1600/tumblr_ksv6ipBVTo1qzjv9ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-_zGNcShGI/AAAAAAAACFs/Kl6rB6kXhqE/s400/tumblr_ksv6ipBVTo1qzjv9ao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859360291521634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apparently i should start revising? bad timez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ask me a question, i fear revision is going to be painfully boring &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you've had a good weekend! xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-64968319988216766?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/64968319988216766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/complacent-and-self-involved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/64968319988216766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/64968319988216766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/complacent-and-self-involved.html' title='complacent and self-involved'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-_zGNcShGI/AAAAAAAACFs/Kl6rB6kXhqE/s72-c/tumblr_ksv6ipBVTo1qzjv9ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2438099783016725770</id><published>2010-05-12T20:37:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:42:27.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my last day of compulsory education! woohoo. wednesday was our last day of lessons and uniform. it was fun. we all pretended to be dead at one point. we also stampeded through the school and got in trouble. we didn't do much work in the lessons, just said goodbye to everyone and thanked teachers. yesterday was 'muck-up day'. we had half a day of leaving assemblies and form presentations. most people cried. i didn't. at the end; two of the teachers played 'run' by snow patrol and we, as a form all stood in a circle with our arms around one another, swaying. it was kind of emotional, i guess. i wasn't majorly upset though. but i also didn't feel as happy as i thought i would. hatty, karina, sian, charlie, izzy and i got the train back to my house after school, we walked past a 'second hand furniture' shop and hatty bought a basket on wheels to put all our bags in, haha. we drank at my house and messed around in the garden and played loud music, sarah walked round too. we tried to make a bong, ha. we also drank too much of my dad's vodka so i think he'll realise when he gets back from greece. oops. i wish i we hadn't, there was already enough drink, we didn't need the absolut! oh well. we spent a while screaming the lyrics to britney songs and dancing around and what not, that was good. then we decided to go and meet everyone in the park. we met jack and liam and kit on the way and ditched the basket. the park was crawling with police there were their vans everywhere and we got searched. luckily hatty and i had finished off the malibu before they saw us. the park was full of orange chavs and their retarded boyfriends. i stayed for a bit then walked home with kit and liam. my grandparents were there when i arrived, oops. so yeah, the last couple of days of school were actually okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone's broken. there was so much hassle today as the phone wasn't in my name so i couldn't get it fixed as my dad's in greece and when he called up and changed it to my name, i went to a different 3 store but i couldn't get a replacement phone as i didn't have money for a deposit. after going to the first shop and being told they needed my dad's signature i cried in a phone-booth, as it wouldn't work and i had no phone etc. i also sobbed my way through the bus ride home. then i went to physics tuition. then i called my dad and cried again. next i caught a train to another 3 store as the phone was now in my name but after being told i needed a deposit for a replacement i cried again. then i couldn't find a payphone so i cried again. then on the train home i read this letter my form tutor wrote me and i welled up. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-2PSZes0PI/AAAAAAAACBU/lblY7foPqeA/s400/DSCF0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471186668565090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a good weekend xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2438099783016725770?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2438099783016725770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/roses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2438099783016725770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2438099783016725770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/roses.html' title='roses'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-2XW6-CzdI/AAAAAAAACFU/PVUZsXad6k8/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5079316503043892414</id><published>2010-05-10T19:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:06:46.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing and how to grow my hair long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my petals, i'm sure you'll all be glad to know that i have calmed down a bit from my crazy psycho state of last nights posts. i apologise greatly and i promise i'm not normally that crazy, i was just overtaken with sadness/anger/hatred. but whatever. it's in the past now. as you might have guessed- i am not at foals. most of my friends are doing drama and had to crew for productions tonight, others had work or weren't allowed. and i didn't want to ask anyone else. so yes, no foals 4 me :'( i was in such a bad mood today. i was so blunt and horrible to most people. sian pointed this out in maths and was like 'what's wrong with you?!' my response- 'everything' haha. so yes, i probably annoyed people, so i will have to be extra lovely tomorrow. oh the joys. on the bright side: 2 DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL! i say that like i feel a rush of happiness when i think about it but i don't. everyone seems to either be really upset or ecstatically happy. i am neither. i think about the end of school and i don't feel any emotion towards it. oops? i had to sign so many 'memory books' today, i ran out of nice things to say and ended just writing 'i'll miss you' in everyone's, even though i obviously didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news: the park plan seems to be going downhill. not that i'm happy about that or anything.... apparently a senior member of staff heard about it and told the police. HAHAHHA. so now all the chavs are like 'omg what r we gunna do, i need sumwhere where me and my asbo fiancé can get pissed at 4pm!' okay none of them have actually said that i presume their pea sized brains are thinking it. i think it will end up that everyone just ends up going off in their 'friendship groups' rather than doing something as a year group... i'm not sure what my friends will do. i doubt we'll go to the big pink even though i really want to, especially because of what's happened with foals. i'm not going to force anyone into going though so whatever. i'm sure they'll find a nice patch of grass to submerge themselves in cheap spirits in if they desire to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday we're all going for a bbq on the downs, i'm really looking forward to it, it should be good. i'm going to get stupidly intoxicated as i haven't in a while and i have lots of drink in my room and i'm not drinking on thursday and this is going to be our last 'event' before everyone has to start studying for exams :'( but yes, it should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to the jesus and mary chain a lot today. i think it's because they sounds quite angry and i was also quite angry, haha, pathetic fallacy, but with music, obvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded the new version of spotify so i went through and 'starred' a few songs from off the top of my head, and it ended up with 12 hours worth of songs, oops. can you like, add people as friends now? i don't know, it's still a bit confusing. but here's the link to my profile- &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/onlyyouknow"&gt;http://open.spotify.com/user/onlyyouknow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1yjyrYHTk1qa1j3zo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5079316503043892414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/tv-taught-me-how-to-sulk-and-love.html' title='the TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing and how to grow my hair long'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-619352053136897844</id><published>2010-05-09T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:06:17.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant to finish my ICT coursework this evening but i haven't as i've been trying to sort out tomorrow and now i feel really ill and tired and just want to go to bed. which i am going to do.  so i am now going to fail ICT as well as life. and i have asked people twice if they can go tomorrow and they can't, so i  can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-619352053136897844?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/619352053136897844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-meant-to-finish-my-ict-coursework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/619352053136897844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/619352053136897844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-meant-to-finish-my-ict-coursework.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4439847441214594904</id><published>2010-05-09T21:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:49:49.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you hadn't twigged already- i'm so upset. like, i could just about deal with not going to the big pink BUT NOT GOING TO FOALS?! :'( if i were a boy, i'd go by myself. it's just like, the one thing i wanted was to see them and no one can go and i bet they didn't even like, beg their parents or anything they probably just like accepted it as they probably don't even want to go as they'd probably rather be at hope watching eastenders or something as they probably don't even like foals. or even fucking care that now i cant go even though they all know how fucking excited i was about it and now like they've all just fucking crushed my dreams and i'm so angry and i didn't even make a fuss when they said they didn't want to go to the big pink but this is like the one thing i fucking wanted to do and now i fucking cant. through no fault of my own! things like this always happen to me, like people know how much i wanted to go but whatever. they're obviously way more important than i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4439847441214594904?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4439847441214594904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-case-you-hadnt-twigged-already-im-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4439847441214594904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4439847441214594904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-case-you-hadnt-twigged-already-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-8685327770093178189</id><published>2010-05-09T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:43:22.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so fucking upset i can't even articulate right now. I CAN'T GO TO FOALS TOMORROW AND I HATE EVERYONE. i am crying so much and i wish everyone and everything would just disappear. and i haven't done my ICT and it's in for tomorrow. and i am going to have a shit week. and i can't go and see one of my favourite bands dshfvdhjv i hope tears don't break this shitty keyboard. AND my fucking phone isn't working properly!!!1 I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M NOT GOING TO FOALS. i have never been so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-8685327770093178189?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/8685327770093178189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-so-fucking-upset-i-cant-even.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8685327770093178189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8685327770093178189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-so-fucking-upset-i-cant-even.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1258434854210461470</id><published>2010-05-09T20:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:02:12.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some stupid emo pictures that sum-up how i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpyJCtfI/AAAAAAAACBE/zLrdhdAJ1KE/s1600/tumblr_kwp784JhP41qzxh9yo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpyJCtfI/AAAAAAAACBE/zLrdhdAJ1KE/s400/tumblr_kwp784JhP41qzxh9yo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469361881020020210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpmpwIWI/AAAAAAAACA8/qNgnZFeqA-0/s1600/tumblr_l0qzccWqwP1qzd7ljo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpmpwIWI/AAAAAAAACA8/qNgnZFeqA-0/s400/tumblr_l0qzccWqwP1qzd7ljo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469361877935989090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpeRSVUI/AAAAAAAACA0/hgH_B7lRkeM/s1600/tumblr_l0xb15fU1F1qa6d1ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cSy7h9eaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/YXt0G93OSmo/s400/tumblr_l18z7ooUCg1qzd7ljo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469360938647648674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1258434854210461470?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1258434854210461470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-are-some-stupid-emo-pictures-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1258434854210461470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1258434854210461470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-are-some-stupid-emo-pictures-that.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-cTpyJCtfI/AAAAAAAACBE/zLrdhdAJ1KE/s72-c/tumblr_kwp784JhP41qzxh9yo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-3547830005871054291</id><published>2010-05-08T21:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:00:29.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY, DARLING, DOLL FACE, HONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my computer's fixed, yay! i had lovely day with harriette, eating too much sushi and trawling round looking at band tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all everyone's talking about is 'muck-up day'. UGH. like, seriously, it's going to be so shit, yet people are actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about it? haha! school has said we can't ruin stuff or anything, so if people do 'pull pranks' or whatever they're just going to get in trouble and wont be able to go to prom. idiots. also, the ridiculous notion that the whole year should go to a local park afterwards is still going ahead. great one guys, you think the park rangers wont call the police when hundreds of young girls in torn up school uniforms descend upon their park 'drunk' on WKD? what a wonderful plan people have! of course no one has organised a time or meeting place for the 'celebrations' in the park, everyone'll just presumably turn up and magically all find each other even though the park has woods, marsh lands, gardens and is huge. i bet it will be soOo00Oo0ooO0o fun as i'm sure loads of local pikeys will go too, and who wouldn't want to spend time with people who spend their benefits on beer and think it's acceptable to be called 'callum'?! i really don't see why this is supposed to appeal to me. why on earth would i want to spend another second with people from school if it wasn't absolutely necessary? i'm  not sad about the end of the year, and i'm not going to pretend to be. i cannot wait to leave and i cannot wait to never speak to most of my year again, so forgive me if i do not wish to spend time with them outside of the compulsory educational borders. if this stupid plan goes ahead everyone will end up getting chucked out. i hope they do. i hope it rains. i hope some dogs that are being walked in said park attack all the chavs as their fake tan odour attracts them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you hadn't guessed- i'm not going. all my friends are though, because who would want to see a really good band at a really good venue when you could be partially tipsy in a park, in the rain, with every loser you went to high school with?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-XQS7L_NsI/AAAAAAAAB_M/j1l36hIS21k/s1600/tumblr_l1hrydNVQh1qa1iiqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-3547830005871054291?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/3547830005871054291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-darling-doll-face-honey.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3547830005871054291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3547830005871054291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-darling-doll-face-honey.html' title='BABY, DARLING, DOLL FACE, HONEY'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7466808317189377204</id><published>2010-05-05T21:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:24:09.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO STEPS, TWICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON TICKETS TO SEE FOALS. ahhhh! basically XFM had this competition and the prize was a pair of tickets to see foals at the electric ballroom on monday and i won! so this morning i was in the car, listening to xfm, and they were like 'we're giving away foals tickets later on...' so as i soon as i got into school i turned on the radio in the classroom and made everyone hush so i could listen out for the competition. i got hatty and sian to get their phones out, ready to text in. then we realised it was nearly form time, so we relocted to the back of the back of the classroom. the competition was that you had to text the name of the dj you wanted to win 'ipod wars' to the text number, then, which ever dj won (there were two) by getting the most votes- someone who voted for the winning dj would win tickets. so we all texted in loads for each dj as we really wanted to win. so we were all huddled at the back then mr w came in so i had to turn down the radio. then my phone starts to vibrate! it was sian calling me as a joke. then it rang again and i looked down to see the xfm number! i had a total freak out and was like 'i won' 'i won' and was all shaky and stuff. i went outside and spoke to the dj, steve harris, but i was really hysterical and i wasn't saying what they wanted me to say, so they made me repeat something and then were like 'we'll call you back, thanks'. so i went back into the form room, and half the form had gone to assembley. the half that remained and i then listened to the chat i'd just had with them, that they'd recorded then edited down. it was hilarious! i sound like such a fool! i said 'yeah, yannis is like, my hero, he's so beautiful.' great one bella. hahaha. so yeah, that was funny to listen to. then steve rang me back and got my name and told me i'd get another call with the details soon. i had biology first and i was still really hyped up and everyone seemed happy for me, ha. then i got a call in ICT, it was steve again, as he'd lost the piece of paper he'd written my name on. after school hatty and i rang the electric ballroom multiple times to find out where the artist exit is and at first they wouldn't tell us! but they did in the end, so it's all good. i can't wait! i'm so going to wait for them afterwards too. ahhhhh, i'm so happy! even though i've lost my laptop charger and my computer's broken and wont be fixed until saturday and i am having to use my little sisters one, but WHATEVER. i don't care because i am going to see foals and i was on xfm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-HS0kAznTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/x4uhmbNYrvk/s1600/l_b96597d20ba642ae88d03ee093f94257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467883223066582322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-HS0kAznTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/x4uhmbNYrvk/s400/l_b96597d20ba642ae88d03ee093f94257.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you've had a good day too xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7466808317189377204?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7466808317189377204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-steps-twice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7466808317189377204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7466808317189377204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-steps-twice.html' title='TWO STEPS, TWICE'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S-HS0kAznTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/x4uhmbNYrvk/s72-c/l_b96597d20ba642ae88d03ee093f94257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-81456971516699674</id><published>2010-05-04T20:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:53:49.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;errr, so that band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/istropical"&gt;&lt;span&gt;is tropical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are supporting &lt;span&gt;the big pink&lt;/span&gt;. SRSLY. i am even more annoyed that i can't go now. and it's not sold out so it's pointless me putting the tickets on ebay. so now i'm stuck with the tickets. for a gig i can't go to. with two bands i really like. i want to go so badly. life's so great right now. IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND WANT TO GO WITH ME AND AREN'T A PEADO THEN FORMSRING ME.... LOL jk. but formsping me anyway cuz i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs230.snc1/7719_127411568730_127405103730_2492760_4405872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs230.snc1/7719_127411568730_127405103730_2492760_4405872_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-81456971516699674?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/81456971516699674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/81456971516699674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/81456971516699674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7267055835016563896</id><published>2010-05-03T19:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:40:03.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what i can do! i had to practise for ages, but whatever, i am now so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S98xXeNHlJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/pM9HV-oKCDA/s1600/DSCF5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S98xXeNHlJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/pM9HV-oKCDA/s400/DSCF5263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467142751965910162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S98xWHhx8aI/AAAAAAAAB-s/EefXAuaMwFk/s1600/DSCF5250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S98xWHhx8aI/AAAAAAAAB-s/EefXAuaMwFk/s400/DSCF5250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467142728698687906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obviously it was the proudest moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7267055835016563896?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7267055835016563896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-i-can-do-i-had-to-practise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7267055835016563896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7267055835016563896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-i-can-do-i-had-to-practise.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S98xXeNHlJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/pM9HV-oKCDA/s72-c/DSCF5263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-3086028280293448324</id><published>2010-05-02T18:29:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:40:11.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mr robinson's quango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93MPP3nm9I/AAAAAAAAB-U/wIQgiMVejUE/s1600/rjkghrkg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93MPP3nm9I/AAAAAAAAB-U/wIQgiMVejUE/s400/rjkghrkg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750085027568594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;errr, i dyed my hair dark brown, i think it's a bit too dark, i don't like it. also, i'm growing my fringe out so right now it's kind of swept to one side which i hate the look of. so all-in-all i'm not best pleased when it comes to my hair. i went shopping yesterday and today. i bought- mint green nail polish, NME, some rings for my lip which were both too big, a tshirt from uniqlo, a bag from topshop and some navy high wasted shorts with gold buttons from zara which i'm wearing in the photos below... zara has so much lovely stuff right now, i wish i had more money! but yes, i just thought i'd show you all how horrible my hair looks and my nice new shorts because i was bored and decided to try out the timer on my camera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93RyVjsK3I/AAAAAAAAB-k/SOgqj7ibSDY/s1600/DSCF5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93RyVjsK3I/AAAAAAAAB-k/SOgqj7ibSDY/s400/DSCF5149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466756185408154482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93I3KBNQlI/AAAAAAAAB-E/EceHyLzK7Yc/s1600/DSCF5156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93I3KBNQlI/AAAAAAAAB-E/EceHyLzK7Yc/s400/DSCF5156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466746372605428306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93NKaRnluI/AAAAAAAAB-c/Y_MgtOrFzIQ/s1600/one.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93NKaRnluI/AAAAAAAAB-c/Y_MgtOrFzIQ/s400/one.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466751101433255650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a nice bank holiday monday xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-3086028280293448324?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/3086028280293448324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-robinsons-quango.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3086028280293448324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3086028280293448324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-robinsons-quango.html' title='mr robinson&apos;s quango'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S93MPP3nm9I/AAAAAAAAB-U/wIQgiMVejUE/s72-c/rjkghrkg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5523816038416366513</id><published>2010-05-01T21:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:23:02.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have yet another reason to hate school- i can't go and see the big pink now. i am so pissed off. school fucking moved the last day of term to the day that i have tickets to see the big pink. so the 13th is 'muck up day' (stupid last day of school, where you go 'wild' and cut up your uniform and other crazy shenanigans) and also the day the big pink play the hmv forum. so everyone's going to a park to get drunk after said day so i asked everyone who i was supposed to be going with if they still wanted to go and they were all like 'oohhh, i'm really sorry but i want to say goodbye to everyone etc' UGH. i couldn't care less about fucking saying goodbye to everyone. i mean, i'm not going to school's sixth form for a reason! so now i have to fucking sell my tickets to see the big pink (which were a birthday present) and i'm really upset and annoyed because i really like them and they're really hot and i think it would've been really good. and now i'm not even going to bother doing anything for my fucking birthday because i wanted to see the big pink and now i can't and i don't see the point of planning anything else. and i've decided that i'm not even going to the park after muck up day as i don't want to spend an evening with everyone in my year group as they all repulsive human beings and i hate most of them and i'd rather stay at home wallowing in my bitterness like a complete loser. i'm so fucking happy i only have 7 days of school left. i cannot wait to never see that place/the people that inhabit it ever again. oh my god, i am crying, ha, i'm such a saddo. i'm just upset because i was really looking forward to it and my mother said she'd give me money so we could eat out before but if my friends would rather go to a park and get drunk on cheap cider with all the idiots from school and probably get told off by the police then WHATEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9yNGEF42ZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ueP5QxtiTgU/s1600/Picture-113.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9yNGEF42ZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ueP5QxtiTgU/s400/Picture-113.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466399183038110098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5523816038416366513?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5523816038416366513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-yet-another-reason-to-hate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5523816038416366513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5523816038416366513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-yet-another-reason-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9yNGEF42ZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ueP5QxtiTgU/s72-c/Picture-113.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-817241468794057144</id><published>2010-05-01T11:06:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:57:34.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>william, it was really nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my ICT coursework was meant to be in yesterday but my memory stick got wiped. i don't know how. i had to spend all of lunchtime redoing it. then i didn't go to core PE, i did my ICT instead and i also stayed behind after school for two hours. it's still not finished. i have SO much work to do this weekend :( mr o ordered us all pizza after school as there were quite a few of us staying behind. haha, he's so lovely. then everyone else left at about 5pm, so it was mr b and i, and we were talking about music. he was telling me how he didn't like arctic monkeys as he thought they'd been 'over hyped' and 'didn't live up to it', WTF. ha, then he told me about how he'd seen the strokes years ago! i was so jealous. he even had the ticket in his desk which he showed me! then we had this conversation about joy division and the smiths, it turns out we're both fans. he said he didn't like 'control' as it was too clean cut, i get what he means. he recommended this band for me to listen to but i forgot what they were called, oops. so yeah, even though yesterday at school was kind of stressful it ended quite well. finding out that a teacher has the same music taste as you (minus the opinions of arctic monkeys of course) was pleasantly surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to this band night last night with sian, charlie, liam and ronan, but there were loads of people there we knew too. chris' band were playing and some others that we'd seen before too. it was fun. most people were drunk, it's so odd to see people intoxicated when you're not. sian got chatted up by this lesbian who became obsessed with her. it was hilarious. liam had to save her by pushing her into a moshpit . ahh, good times! ha, so yeah, that was cool. loads of people from school were there, but they were all drunk so they were being relatively nice, haha. i think the nights are monthly, so we're going to go to the next one, but this time not be in the minority of sober people, obvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as punishment for getting my lip pierced my father said he wouldn't give me all of my allowance this month. he's come up with the figure £60 from somewhere. ugh, that's like, nothing! i'm so annoyed as i need so much new stuff that i now can't afford because of his stupid 'punishment'! also, he got a bonus at work so he was going to give me £200 of john lewis vouchers so i could buy some shoes or something, but now my mother's getting involved and is all like 'ohhh, i don't think she deserves it now!'- i personally think they've overacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited for the summer! i seriously can't wait, it's going to be so good! we've decided what tent we're getting for latitude, it's actually quite roomy, haha. i'm off to LA in less than two months! ahhh! it's going to be such an amazing trip. then there's loads of bits and bobs going on in the middle of the summer, rounded off by a trip to canterbury at the end! we're staying in sian's cottage like we did at new year, but this time, sian's allowed to invite more people and we're going for five days. it's her, hatty, charlie, jack, karina, ronan, sarah, chris and i going, it's going to be so fun! we're going straight after we get our exam results so that week can be a celebration/commiseration, whatever, there'll be lots of intoxication and good times involved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i'm still so in love with los campesinos! i nearly cried when i realised they were playing underage festival. they are such a brilliant band. i love 'we are beautiful, we are doomed' (album) so so much. none of my friends have heard of them though, haha. i think they'd like them. i don't see how anyone can't. they're just great and i love them. i'm completely infatuated and could babble on about their brilliance all day, but i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA, sian's lover has just added me on facey b. totally accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm going to go the opening of hatty's mumma's shop in town, woohoo! c u l8er xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9wIlxlJSNI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QhUgkJTRs-A/s1600/tumblr_l0vpjo4JsI1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9wIlxlJSNI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QhUgkJTRs-A/s400/tumblr_l0vpjo4JsI1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466253492778256594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-817241468794057144?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/817241468794057144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/william-it-was-really-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/817241468794057144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/817241468794057144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/05/william-it-was-really-nothing.html' title='william, it was really nothing'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9wIlxlJSNI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QhUgkJTRs-A/s72-c/tumblr_l0vpjo4JsI1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2634791050685985849</id><published>2010-04-29T17:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:53:09.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>neon jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9m1XyahBvI/AAAAAAAAB8U/vWzJaS0lRoY/s1600/tumblr_l1fr01ueD01qasckwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9m1XyahBvI/AAAAAAAAB8U/vWzJaS0lRoY/s400/tumblr_l1fr01ueD01qasckwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465599043065415410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you follow me on twitter then i'm really sorry for just tweeting ridiculous things about my french oral exam for the last 24 hours. here are some examples of my minor break down/total freak out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i am nearly crying. i must refrain. i don't want the ink to run on my shit french prep. i am so annoyed with myself for being bad at french.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i meant to go back to my failure of a french oral prep at 7. IT IS NOW 7:06 SO I MAY AS WELL STAY ON THE COMPUTER TILL HALF PAST, RIGHT?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i kind of hate life right now. #totalemomoment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'in 4 hours time i'll be sitting in silence in my oral exam. this is going to be so fun, i love failing lolOl0lolol0lOl0lol0lOdhsfglhafg #hml'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i might cry. AND HOPE I DROWN IN MY TEARZ. #roflcopter'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst others. so yes, i had my french oral exam which is 25% of my final grade for french this afternoon. i started preparing for said exam last night. i didn't go to school this morning either in a last stitch attempt to learn something. the exam is a role play you get to prepare for 15 minutes before hand. then you have to give a 90 second presentation that you have to learn off by heart. then there's 90 seconds worth of questions about your presentation, then 4-6 minutes of questions from the oral booklet. i didn't prepare my oral booklet at all because there are 6 topics, with about 10 questions in each, but you only get tested on 2 topics, so there was no way i could learn all that. i was so worried about it all, but my teacher was surprisingly nice and the role play went well and so did everything else. then i got the topics 'leisure' and 'environment' which were the topics i really didn't want but it actually all went quite well :D so yes, that was the only exam i've ever been scared about and it totally wasn't that bad! now that's over with i feel so happy and am so looking forward to summer! i have 8 days of school left. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched jools holland the other night which was great. gorillaz were hilarious! damon albarn is a genius. the track they did at the end was wonderful. damon started waving this flag as some guys rapped over eastern music and it was possibly the most pretentious thing i have ever seen/heard but i loved it. damon is so full of himself it's great, and in an odd sense quite refreshing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened to kate nash's album the other day. i didn't like it. i thought track 4 was okay, but that's about it. some of the lyrics were atrocious and i found the last track almost unbearable to listen to. i said i wasn't going to listen to it again in case i started to like it, but i don't think i ever could like her. she's one of the most annoying people ever. i'm going to stop there before i go off on some huge crazy rant, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been listening to fyfe dangerfield's album. i love the first track- 'when you walk in the room' it's so lovely. also i'm really into this band called crocodiles, they're really cool, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the MIA video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love that 'drunk girls' track by lcd soundsytem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i had my facebook status as something to do with alex turner when this happened...WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9m1XXoldXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cQ2CBf04SdU/s1600/ohgod.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9m1XXoldXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cQ2CBf04SdU/s400/ohgod.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465599035876668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we (a selection of 'the group') might be going to this band night tomorrow but i'm not sure... i hope we do :D then i get my allowance at the weekend and it's bank holiday monday so i think a considerable amount of shopping is in order. i need to go to camden, selfridges and spitalfields so hopefully i'll do that one day. i feel so insanely happy right now, i never have to speak another word of french, ever again! yay! have a nice friday xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;questions? &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2634791050685985849?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2634791050685985849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/neon-jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2634791050685985849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2634791050685985849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/neon-jesus.html' title='neon jesus'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9m1XyahBvI/AAAAAAAAB8U/vWzJaS0lRoY/s72-c/tumblr_l1fr01ueD01qasckwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2436461148372695511</id><published>2010-04-25T11:39:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:07:24.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>waste away the evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yesterday i went to the park with sian, jack, kit, liam, charlie and ellie. then karina, chris, izzy and ronan turned up. it was really hot and the park was quite busy. we sunbathed for a bit, it felt so like summer! then we went back to jacks and had a water fight and ate hash browns. the guys (minus liam, for obvious reasons) then played football and we all sat around drying off and 'having a laugh' and what not. chris brought out a guitar and we all sang 'when the sun goes down' which was spectacular, as my vocals were amazing, ha. liam, kit and i then walked to quite a far away station but the walk was fun so i didn't mind. my parents had taken my sister and her friend to the seaside, so they'd left me money for a takeaway. i got a chinese then proceeded to eat said meal alone, watching 'britain's got talent'. possible lowest point of my life so far? I THINK SO. anyway, that was painful to watch so i put on 'donnie darko' instead. i hadn't seen it in a  while and i'd forgotten how wonderful it is! the actor that plays donnie is so hot. my favourite bit is where gretchen turns up at the halloween party and 'love will tear us apart' is playing in the background, haha... so yes, yesterday was really nice. i only meant to go out for a few hours as i had planned on doing some revision, but oh well. i would do some today but i'm busy. i guess revision can wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9QeyiLUNGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Apjytk7Q0yQ/s1600/DSCF5073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9QeyiLUNGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Apjytk7Q0yQ/s400/DSCF5073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464026101423813730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'frock me!' is back on later! i'm a little bit excited :$ haha. i've been listening to 'total life forever' a lot since i downloaded it and it's a true masterpiece, a really brilliant album, i am in love with foals so much. yannis is so attractive. it's such a shame he's gay, ha. i need to get NME today! also, i am trying to grow my fringe out but it has just awoken me to the fact that i have a huge forehead :-( that is all, have a nice sunday xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2436461148372695511?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2436461148372695511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/waste-away-evening.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2436461148372695511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2436461148372695511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/waste-away-evening.html' title='waste away the evening'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S9QeyiLUNGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Apjytk7Q0yQ/s72-c/DSCF5073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4958199662850578113</id><published>2010-04-23T21:19:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:27:15.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just like those fibbs that pop and fizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching lots of videos from arctic monkeys '@ Pappy &amp;amp; Harriet's Pioneertown Palace' recorded when they played there the other week. 'dance little liar' sounded (and looked) magnificent. the video's below. i really love it because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it is one of my favourite songs ever&lt;br /&gt;2. when alex says "'umbug" at the beginning it makes me feel all funny inside&lt;br /&gt;3. alex looks perfect throughout&lt;br /&gt;4. josh homme's voice sounds exquisite with alex's&lt;br /&gt;5. josh is playing a tambourine and looks unbelievably cool whilst doing so&lt;br /&gt;6. they look like they're really enjoying it and are totally into it&lt;br /&gt;7. towards the end, alex's hair goes in his eyes which looks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;8. the ending's great!&lt;br /&gt;9. the whole performance looks wonderful and i wish i'd been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="157"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKGDnXG9G0A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKGDnXG9G0A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, the video's tiny, i suggest you click on it and watch it on youtube to get the full effect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a really busy weekend planned as i have SO MUCH revision to do, but am also going out (ha) so i better go and get on with it, have a nice day xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4958199662850578113?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4958199662850578113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-like-those-fibbs-that-pop-and-fizz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4958199662850578113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4958199662850578113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-like-those-fibbs-that-pop-and-fizz.html' title='just like those fibbs that pop and fizz'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4486806273573986807</id><published>2010-04-21T21:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:57:04.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i really don't understand why people find kate nash attractive. i think her face is a bit repulsive and it's not as if she has a super hot bod OR ANYFIN. so yes, i just really don't get it. i was watching jools holland earlier and i took a screen print of her face to show to liam (who thinks she's 'fit') to demonstrate how ugly she is, (i haven't sent it to him as i think he might be annoyed with me), but, that is not the point!- basically, i just don't think she's pretty. at. all. i don't understand where all this attraction for her comes from. whatever. but obviously ryan jarman sees something in her. i hate her for dating him. i also hate her for other things too. one of which- calling a song 'do-wah-doo'. like, srsly?! and then making said boyfriend cover said awful song which was also horrific. okay, that is all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S89leP8LpzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/0c7nwGP4mFk/s1600/kate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S89leP8LpzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/0c7nwGP4mFk/s400/kate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462696443373135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ewwwwww&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4486806273573986807?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4486806273573986807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-dont-understand-why-people.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4486806273573986807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4486806273573986807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-dont-understand-why-people.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S89leP8LpzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/0c7nwGP4mFk/s72-c/kate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5733774506294398397</id><published>2010-04-20T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:15:24.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i still love you blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad timez'/><title type='text'>FUQ DIS SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was just recent posts, but no, blogger has deleted all the comments i had on ever single post! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, blogger why? just because i said i was leaving you? well, i totally didn't mean it! now give me all my comments back. kthnxbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, the new foals album leaked! it's called 'total life forever' and it's wonderful! a seriously fantastic album. there are so many beautiful tracks, i wish i was seeing them live! i can't wait to buy a copy on CD. my favourite tracks right now are- total life forever, alabaster, blue blood. if you haven't heard it already then get someone to send it to you. it's so great. definitely my favourite album of the year so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the new mystery jets track ('flash a hungry smile') on XFM earlier. i really like it. it's a bit 'off the wall' which is cool. william wrote it, not blaine which is interesting too. i'm excited for them to release a new album. they're a delightful band and they're also so handsome, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much school work to do! i have my french oral next week and i have done no preparation whatsoever. i also have loads of ICT coursework to do and other shite. i only have 16 days of school left before study leave. i can't fucking wait. i h8 school. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Kvnlz1FI/AAAAAAAAB7c/miApaUmkpG4/s1600/blaine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Kvnlz1FI/AAAAAAAAB7c/miApaUmkpG4/s400/blaine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462315211244688466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: the comments are back! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5733774506294398397?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5733774506294398397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuq-dis-shit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5733774506294398397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5733774506294398397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuq-dis-shit.html' title='FUQ DIS SHIT'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Kvnlz1FI/AAAAAAAAB7c/miApaUmkpG4/s72-c/blaine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1195352512618406623</id><published>2010-04-20T20:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:47:47.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>soz</title><content type='html'>um, so, i think i kind of overacted earlier. i was sad and upset and annoyed and cut off my nose to spite my face basically. i had an argument with my parents so i went for a walk, then had a bath, and cried loads and texted hatty and listened to oasis and then i came downstairs and my dad made me an omelette(haha), so now i feel loads better :) i'm just really stressed out with school and stuff right now, i feel constantly overwhelmed and then something happened today that kind of tipped me over the edge, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to change my URL back to alltheprettyvisitors as when i changed it it messed up the links on my followers dashboards. i have also decided that i am going to carry on writing on here. but it's going to be how it used to be- rants about my love for arctic monkeys and things that annoy me and music i like. it's not going to be like a diary, i don't really want to post about my friends so i wont. i never used to, and i liked it like that. i've decided that i really don't care who reads this blog, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, sorry for the earlier over dramatic post! and thank you for your lovely comments! somehow, with all this messing around with URLs all my comments have been deleted! :( but i got some really nice ones, and i really appreciate it and i also appreciate you all following this blog. thank you xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Ej80iSbI/AAAAAAAAB7M/1yheet7ZLFc/s1600/stars_72-470x474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Ej80iSbI/AAAAAAAAB7M/1yheet7ZLFc/s400/stars_72-470x474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462308413715401138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1195352512618406623?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1195352512618406623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/soz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1195352512618406623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1195352512618406623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/soz.html' title='soz'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S84Ej80iSbI/AAAAAAAAB7M/1yheet7ZLFc/s72-c/stars_72-470x474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6488033172588012958</id><published>2010-04-20T17:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:52:13.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kthnxbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am never writing to this blog again and i am so unbelievably pissed off. you have charlie and liam to thank for me not clogging up your dashboard with rants any more. if you're reading this and you are charlie or liam then please don't talk to me, you just really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't get it. thank you for following this. ok, bye xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS because i changed my URL i'm not sure that anyone will actually see this, ha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS i am not deleting this blog because i'd still like to follow other people's, ok, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS i deleted my tumblr too, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS i hope you're fucking happy now guyz. i hope it was really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-6488033172588012958?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/6488033172588012958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/kthnxbi.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6488033172588012958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6488033172588012958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/kthnxbi.html' title='kthnxbi'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7765344493821720395</id><published>2010-04-19T19:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:56:21.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UPD8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i have changed my URL and blog title and fiddled around with the layout a bit. if you've got links to this blog anywhere, please update them. thnxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8ym4uCkfSI/AAAAAAAAB7A/cXQ3uYH5qWc/s1600/tumblr_kz15goVDN11qzd0s7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8ym4uCkfSI/AAAAAAAAB7A/cXQ3uYH5qWc/s400/tumblr_kz15goVDN11qzd0s7o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461923941455265058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7765344493821720395?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7765344493821720395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/upd8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7765344493821720395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7765344493821720395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/upd8.html' title='UPD8'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8ym4uCkfSI/AAAAAAAAB7A/cXQ3uYH5qWc/s72-c/tumblr_kz15goVDN11qzd0s7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5719438459139114150</id><published>2010-04-18T17:47:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:43:39.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>we're singing out of tune, but i still want to sing with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if you're reading this but don't 'follow' it because you don't have a blogger account, then, do not fear! you can follow using twitter! just click on the 'follow' button at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt; of my blog, then you can either follow with a google or twitter account :) i'd be really grateful if you did, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday we (hatty, ronan, chris, sian, sarah, charlie, karina, jack, kit, aneka, ellie, izzy, liam and i) all went into london as it was ronan's birthday. even though we live about a 20 minute train ride away, we acted really touristy and went to the british museum, sat on the deck chairs in green park where ronan opened his presents, walked to buckingham palace and lazed about in st james park. the weather was lovely and it was great that the whole group (minus louise, who's in south africa) was reunited, haha. at waterloo hatty and i went to wasabi, so yes, all in all it was a wonderful day. (pictures are below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening chris' band were playing with some other local bands in town. i went with sian, karina, jack, izzy and joe although there were loads of other people we knew there too. sound proof (chris' band) were really good, karina and i stood right at the front and acted like crazy fangirls, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully my school doesn't go back until tuesday so i still have one day of rest :D tomorrow i think i might mess around with the layout/design of my blog as i'm a bit tired of how it looks right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope you all had a good easter break xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me a question? &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8s75rT9QWI/AAAAAAAAB1k/DWKFuGllP40/s1600/DSCF4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8tCRfeihkI/AAAAAAAAB3k/7nEAY7EGfG4/s400/DSCF4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461531841391658562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5719438459139114150?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5719438459139114150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-singing-out-of-tune-but-i-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5719438459139114150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5719438459139114150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-singing-out-of-tune-but-i-still.html' title='we&apos;re singing out of tune, but i still want to sing with you'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8s75rT9QWI/AAAAAAAAB1k/DWKFuGllP40/s72-c/DSCF4684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5510976058101861454</id><published>2010-04-16T23:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:27:32.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8jgWVoVYfI/AAAAAAAAByU/V_viMA1OQEI/s1600/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8jgWVoVYfI/AAAAAAAAByU/V_viMA1OQEI/s400/hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460861222554788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I HATE THIS GIRL SO FUCKING MUCH. not the one in the blue, that's my sister, BUT THAT FAT TRAMP CHAV SLAG THING NEXT TO HER. I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOATHE EVERY INCH OF HER DISGUSTING BEING. SHE IS THE SCUM OF THE EARTH. NO, WORSE THAN THAT. she's a complete tramp, and one of those girls who can't keep friends, for obvious reasons. she's corrupting my (younger) sister and if i ever see her in real life i really hope i have a shot gun to hand. srsly. i cannot stand her. i think i hate her more than paramore. she's also probably diseased. ew. i can't believe rosie is associating herself with a person of such a despicably low calibre. ALSO, she acts really inappropriately and it's just like, no, you're 12, go play with a doll and watch disney channel rather than sucking on 11 year old boys prepubescent cocks. is so wrong, on so many levels. she makes me so angry. i really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hate her, she repulses me and her face makes me feel physically sick. whenever she's in our house i feel like she's made it 'dirty'. my mother feels the same but she can't stop rosie being friends with her and my father's stuck in holland so he can't help either. i was going to write her a nasty facebook message BUT THEN HER CRONIES MIGHT SHANK ME OR SUMFINK, INNIT. so i thought best just to rant here. hope that's okay. feel free to make me feel better by leaving a mean comment about the tramp-girl-thing. (or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promise i'm not normally this mean, haha xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: okay, so i found out she's actually 13, not 12. LIKE IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5510976058101861454?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5510976058101861454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-this-girl-so-fucking-much.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5510976058101861454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5510976058101861454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-this-girl-so-fucking-much.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8jgWVoVYfI/AAAAAAAAByU/V_viMA1OQEI/s72-c/hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4080094506430122831</id><published>2010-04-15T19:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:59:01.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fool's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we (sian, izzy, liam, ellie, ronan, jack, kit, chris and i)went to the woods on the downs the other night for a camp-fire and a few drinks. it was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8mgFfRCE-I/AAAAAAAAB0E/gkteQB2s9TA/s1600/26298_1356571906666_1002525312_31061589_6357493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv9aeh42I/AAAAAAAABuk/46j-dzpIIsQ/s400/DSCF4450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978430452360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8_rgt9I/AAAAAAAABuc/Pf3Jj6NgKTE/s1600/DSCF4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8_rgt9I/AAAAAAAABuc/Pf3Jj6NgKTE/s400/DSCF4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978423259051986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8sHmLCI/AAAAAAAABuU/bBx6XbCAwXk/s1600/DSCF4479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8sHmLCI/AAAAAAAABuU/bBx6XbCAwXk/s400/DSCF4479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978418008140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8G0WIvI/AAAAAAAABuM/r1Z7b_Gzp7o/s1600/DSCF4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv8G0WIvI/AAAAAAAABuM/r1Z7b_Gzp7o/s400/DSCF4492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978407995286258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv7xHzFDI/AAAAAAAABuE/dWzPOI74svg/s1600/DSCF4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iv7xHzFDI/AAAAAAAABuE/dWzPOI74svg/s400/DSCF4495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458978402171294770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu_O12-4I/AAAAAAAABt8/-ExEGP346bw/s1600/DSCF4523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu_O12-4I/AAAAAAAABt8/-ExEGP346bw/s400/DSCF4523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458977362177096578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu-n_HHmI/AAAAAAAABt0/vYok9Y8psEE/s1600/DSCF4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu-n_HHmI/AAAAAAAABt0/vYok9Y8psEE/s400/DSCF4537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458977351746920034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu-NAQ3iI/AAAAAAAABts/dHVdhDPnCFQ/s1600/DSCF4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu-NAQ3iI/AAAAAAAABts/dHVdhDPnCFQ/s400/DSCF4545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458977344503995938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu9xThz7I/AAAAAAAABtk/0yQnO9gZRi8/s1600/DSCF4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu9xThz7I/AAAAAAAABtk/0yQnO9gZRi8/s400/DSCF4547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458977337068605362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a really nice group picture, apart from the fact that i made myself look like i have no neck D: ughh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8Iu9cDq3rI/AAAAAAAABtc/jjrE5KPCjbg/s1600/DSCF4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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'django django' were a bit odd. they were older and had loads of animal sound effects. one of them really went to town with the cowbells at one point. i knew that faris (from the horrors) was DJing after them, so i kept a look out for his arrival. the DJ bit was this small table at the side, so my plan was to go and stand right in front of it, haha. so whilst 'djang django' had a fit with some cowbells and maracas i saw him behind the decks. sian and i rushed over. he had that black leather bag he's always pictured with on the table and he was leafing through this book of CDs. all the track listings had been hand written in black pen on scraps of paper and he'd doodled on some of them too. it was really interesting to look at. i decided i wanted his autograph so i got out my notepad (happened to my horrors moleskin) AND THEN this really annoying fat girl next to me did the same. grrrr. AND THEN SHE ASKED FARIS FIRST! so yeah, he signed hers then someone else's then he took mine (he had his own pen) and i was like 'it's a horrors notepad' and he was like 'what?' (he'd lent down for me to speak to him as it was so load we had to shout in each others ears) so then i said 'it's the horrors moleskin' and he was like 'oh, cool' and looked at for a bit, then he drew this picture and signed it and i was like 'thank you!' etc. i really wanted my picture taken with him, so after his set ended- he just stood there watching 'egyptian hip hop' i got his attention and asked if i could have my picture taken with him, he was like 'i would, but then i'd have to do one for everyone else, sorry' so i was like 'don't worry' then he puts his hand on my arm and was like 'i'm really sorry' ahh! he was so lovely. and he smelt so nice too. and when i was talking to him his hair got in my mouth and it was so magical (haha). even though i've always loved him, i thought he'd be a bit rude in person, but he wasn't! even when he took the scrap of paper sian wanted him to sign he made sure he said 'hi' to her and was just generally really nice! so after faris, 'egyptian hip hop' were on who i really like. they were wonderful and the crowd was so rowdy. 'new young pony club' were really good. there was this thing you could paint and they gave you these white suits so me and sian kept ours and put them on the tube on the way home. we got some strange looks, haha! we also got separated! she jumped on a tube and the doors closed without me! luckily we were reunited at woaterloo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, friday was great. my favourite bands were is tropical and egyptian hip hop. i can't believe i met faris! yesterday i went to the natural history and the science museum with sian, charlie, liam, ronan, kit and joe. that was lovely. i'll blog about it later. have a good day xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8GmdzFxJmI/AAAAAAAABsU/pWZkhZUubek/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8GmdzFxJmI/AAAAAAAABsU/pWZkhZUubek/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458827254210569826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S8GmdbqBi_I/AAAAAAAABsM/Ttx1BvDipCY/s1600/SNC13754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO AFFORD THE LIFESTYLE I HAVE BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO NOW?! (loljk) so yes. i had to return some jeans as i had no money :( my mother also made me buy all the cleaning products for my lip myself. srsly. UGH. they're both kind of ignoring me now but whatever. i'm not taking it out as i like it. they'll get over this soon, they're been so childish about it, i mean, it doesn't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, tuesday and wednesaday next week i have to go to this french revision course. all day. it's going to be dreadful. then on thursday i have a whole day of physics. bad times. but on friday we're going to green park and it's ronan's birthday so i'm looking forward to that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really done much revision this holiday. everyone else seems to be not going out and slaving away, but i'm just so unmotivated. i think i'm going to start revision on staurday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love that new we are scientists song- 'rules don't stop', ahh, it's so good. i'm really looking forward to the release of 'barabra' i think that's a brilliant name for an album, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we searched 4 shops that sold NME for a golden ticket but didn't succeed :( in the end i got the foals cover (the one i wanted!) it's lovely. i really like the 'new look' of nme, the fact they've added more readable content is good too. so NME has just got better and worth buying at the time i have like, no money. gr88888.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has been so pointless and all over the place, oh well. have a nice day xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S73B7GijhXI/AAAAAAAABq0/KOs6nNF9d04/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S73B7GijhXI/AAAAAAAABq0/KOs6nNF9d04/s400/GetAttachment.aspx8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457731544554898802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5514213041835370872?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5514213041835370872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-disregard-this-kind-of-problem-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5514213041835370872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5514213041835370872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-disregard-this-kind-of-problem-all.html' title='i disregard this kind of problem all the time'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S73B7GijhXI/AAAAAAAABq0/KOs6nNF9d04/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5938145389591043932</id><published>2010-04-06T19:14:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:13:32.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't worry bella, you're still my bellend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today was so lovely. the weather was wonderful! i met hatty and karina in town at 9:20 and we went to cafe nero for a bit, then we walked up to school at went to IT coursework catchup from 10-12. it was rather boring and we didn't really do much, just talked and messed around which was nice. it was so odd because the school was empty- hatty and i decided to go on the stepping stones we're never usually allowed on, haha. so yes, we weren't doing anything so we left about 11:40 and went to the train station. jack, liam, ronan, chris and kit were all in london so we decided to go and meet them as it was such a nice day. i decided i wanted to get my lip pierced first though, so we went to camden whilst they were all still in westfield. as i'm not 16 yet i didn't have any proper ID, i just had my national insurance card which you get when your 16 (i got mine a bit early) and a doctored photocopy of my passport, haha. the first shop i went into is where i usually get my ear stretchers from were all like 'ohhh no, we need the original' so i we went to another one and it was the same story. ugh. so we were just going to give up when we decided to try one more place. the man in there was really nice and just made a photocopy of my photocopy and i had to fill out some forms and stuff and it was all fine. we waited around for a bit then i went downstairs by myself to get it done. the woman who did it was polite and the place was clean so all was well. i have a really low pain threshold so i was prepared for the horrificness of it all, but once she'd clamped my lip, i didn't really feel her put the needle through, haha. hatty and karina were all like 'ew, it looks horrible' after i'd got it done, but i knew they wouldn't like it. i also knew everyone else would make fun of me and call me a dyke for getting it but whateverrrrrr. so we caught a tube to oxford circus and met the guys in topman where there was the whole 'omg bella, you look so butch now!' rigmarole. so yes, liam no longer calls me 'bellend' he now just refers to me as 'butch' but i call him 'queerio' (omg this all sounds so lame) so whatever. we went to covent garden and hung around there for a bit which was nice. chris bought a pizza and we walked to the grass at trafalgar square to eat it. then we went back to waterloo and came home. mother picked me up from the station and was all 'i told you i didn't want you to get your lip pierced!' etc and my dad's said he's stopping my allowance until i take it out, but i'm not going to soo.... i have a silver bar in it at the moment but as soon as it's healed i'm putting a ring in it, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, this one's really attractive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9lRWnkUI/AAAAAAAABp0/HHuKGQv8KWY/s1600/06042010703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9lRWnkUI/AAAAAAAABp0/HHuKGQv8KWY/s400/06042010703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457093452756390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hatty, those glasses r lyk, so hipster &lt;33&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9k3IjOFI/AAAAAAAABps/repvwbsX6Uk/s400/06042010702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457093445718063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9knvm3NI/AAAAAAAABpk/GkbaG-XgADI/s1600/06042010696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9knvm3NI/AAAAAAAABpk/GkbaG-XgADI/s400/06042010696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457093441586912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9kCv-gcI/AAAAAAAABpc/EgNHWgkX2qE/s1600/06042010698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9kCv-gcI/AAAAAAAABpc/EgNHWgkX2qE/s400/06042010698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457093431656350146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9j6RR9GI/AAAAAAAABpU/aGZmif3rBIs/s1600/06042010691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t9j6RR9GI/AAAAAAAABpU/aGZmif3rBIs/s400/06042010691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457093429380117602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew, soz.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7uGuQIK0RI/AAAAAAAABqM/7JzDJwKmvrk/s1600/DSCF4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7uGuQIK0RI/AAAAAAAABqM/7JzDJwKmvrk/s400/DSCF4314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457103502650822930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t-OrWjjEI/AAAAAAAABp8/iSmgLyX_ZuQ/s1600/lips.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7t-OrWjjEI/AAAAAAAABp8/iSmgLyX_ZuQ/s400/lips.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457094164110085186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5938145389591043932?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5938145389591043932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-worry-bella-youre-still-my-bellend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5938145389591043932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1680818321899612976</id><published>2010-04-04T22:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:03:39.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore- Riot! 0.25/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night, at about 11:30, I couldn't be bothered to go to bed but was rather bored, I decided to listen to 'Riot!' by Paramore and document my thoughts as I listened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how witty of Hayley Williams &amp;amp; Co. to name the first track of their second album 'For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic'. Do you see what they did there? That level of wit and brains, really sets the tone for the whole of 'Riot!'... The opening track itself is nothing special, generic crashing guitars with meaningless lyrics layered heavily over the top. Hayley's voice is rather ugly and in places, painful to listen to, this quality is displayed nicely throughout the album. Second track 'That's What You Get' turned out to be an 'anthem' of sorts, for teenagers with badly dyed hair across the world. It is rather catchy, but is in no way, enjoyable to listen to. The angsty guitars are back and with vengeance, and Hayley's horrific vocals are as piercing and shrewd as ever. The lyrics (once again) leave a lot to be desired but this turns out to be one of the most memorable tracks on the album (which doesn't really say much). It also gave angry and 'heartbroken' teens lyrics to quote in their attention seeking facebook statuses for quite a while. Towards the end the band break out into an emotional, tear jerking, heart felt (not) chant. Onto the third track 'Hallelujah'- the title gave me hope, but alas, it was no better than it's predecessors. All the instruments sound the same, the tempo remains the same, the guitars seem to playing the same sheet music, Hayley preserves with her angry lyrics. The only good thing about this track is that it's over quite quickly (hallelujah!) So, we reach the fourth track of 'Riot!', 'Misery Business' wow, can Paramore get any more cheerful!? So yes, the song itself. It once again provides 'misunderstood', self loathing, acne ridden teens with lyrics to quote on their diary. The distressed guitars change their tune a bit here, until, we hit the 'almighty' chorus. The riffs in this track are undoubtedly catchy and in places, even, likeable, but that's about the only thing that can be liked. Hayley bawls out, quote after quote including the prolifically 'deep' statement of 'Once a whore, You're nothing more, I'm sorry, That will never change' so meaningful is this lyric that pre-teens are STILL quoting it in facebook statuses, nearly 3 years after the album's release. Wow, Paramore, I hope you're proud. After this philosophical revelation Hayley proceeds to whine and shout about something breaking for the rest of the song before it finally draws to an end with softer strings coming in before the raging guitars come back for one final audio assault. 'When It Rains' gives all the heartbroken adolescents out there time to recover after the last track. Hayley tries her hand at a ballad here (I presume) her voice is less shouty on this track, and more just whiny and annoying. The guitars and drums don't seem to care that she's trying to calm things down and carry on regardless. The vocals and instruments really don't match up on this track. The lyrics are once again, meaningless. If this is Paramore's attempt at an emotional slow song then they really don't achieve anything, it isn't emotionally engaging and leaves you feeling empty and in need of music with a substance. Now we arrive at track number 6- 'Let The Flames Begin' (I hoped that perhaps someone set fire to the band during this track, but alas, no) it's dull and slow and repetitive and not memorable in the slightest. Hayley ONCE AGAIN tries to be all 'deep' and 'symbolic' but fails miserably (unless making me laugh was what she wanted). 'Miracle' is the 7th track on 'Riot!', it's title is true, it is a 'miracle' that anyone's still listening by now, but I am, and I'm suffering for it. We are subjected to the same rigmarole as usual. If I was a stereotypical Paramore fan, I'd probably be re-dying my over starightened hair for the hundredth time by this point in the album, whilst scratching the lyrics of this song onto my wrist. I am not a Paramore fan though, so I am wondering why this over produced, wannabe-Fall-Out-Boy shit is still playing through my speakers... ZOMG PARAMORE ARE LIKE, SO EDGY NOT HAVING CAPITAL LETTERS IN A SONG TITLE, 'crushcrushcrush' makes me wish something would 'crushcrushcrush' Paramore themselves. It is genuinely awful, perhaps the worst track on the album. It's just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't understand what Paramore were hoping to achieve here. It's not really 'pop-punk' or typical 'emo' either. It's just nothing. Totally forgettable and not special in the slightest. There are a million other 'undiscovered' MySpace bands playing songs exactly like this one. 'We Are Broken' is another 'slowie'. Hayley's moaning is back, noooooo. So are her worshipping-worthy lyrics. 'Fences' starts off with a different kind of guitar playing and gives us hope that my ears may stop bleeding. The pleasant guitars are not as strong or overpowering as they are on most of 'Riot!' which is a nice change. I can actually think whilst listening to this song, woo. As soon as I start to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; to the track though, I just get annoyed with it as Hayley continues to subject us all to her oh-so wise lyrics. From a musical point of view, 'Fences' is one of my least-least favourites on the album, the clicking at the end really adds a whole new dimension to it and prove Paramore are really versatile, achem. 'Born For This' sees Paramore revert back to their old ways of frantically confused strings, doctored drums and ridiculously stupid, almost laughable lyrics. One lyrics is 'Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing'- I WISH THIS WAS THE LAST SONG YOU'D EVER SING! Ugh. The warbling guitars and nondescript baselines are really starting to get on my nerves by this point. The chant of 'We were born for this' I suppose gets a good reaction at live shows. I can picture teenagers in too tight jeans, with horrifically dyed hair, florescent tees and badly applied eye-liner crying that back to Hayley with real venom. Oh, that's the end? HORAY! It's hard to beleive that LP was only a mere 38 minutes long, it felt like a lifetime. Thankfully, though, I can only really remember one or two lines of songs as the rest are so generic and samey they do not linger (unless you've typed out the lyrics on a social networking site, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first encounter with a Paramore album and I sincerely home that it's my last. 'Riot!' is in no way a successful 'pop-punk' album and left me feeling much the same as I did at the start (not the mark of a good album.) For all it's hectic elements and general 'loudness', I found the album rather boring. I don't see what all the Paramore-related fuss is about. They're not a band, they're a bunch of hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.25/10 (0.2 was for the fact that the member that looks like he might have downs syndrome has his lip pierced which is really hot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite tracks:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember&lt;br /&gt;3. Any of them&lt;br /&gt;4. (Thankfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd really appreciate your comments on this album, do you agree? (I bet I'll get none after saying that and look like a complete loser, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1680818321899612976?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1680818321899612976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/paramore-riot-02510.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1680818321899612976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1680818321899612976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/paramore-riot-02510.html' title='Paramore- Riot! 0.25/10'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1803778867955792423</id><published>2010-04-04T19:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:39:45.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shout at the world, because the world doesn't love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am so hateful right now. this post is just going to be a series of mini rants about things that are annoying me so feel free not to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE CAR JOURNEY  HOME.- so we (mother, father, sister and i) get in the car to drive home from my grandparent's and my sister's all 'ohhh, put the charts on' so radio1 is turned on and it's that dreadful song with lil wayne, that one that goes 'i can make your bed rock' or something equally vulgar and i started talking over it, because i was asking my parents something and also expressing my opinion on the songs shitness so rosie (my sister) starts attacking me because i was talking over the song. WTF. ugh, so i shut up, then, i hear the line 'hotter than wasabi' and started to crack up, because, let's be honest, that is ridiculously hilarious line, right? and it's 'sung' with such vindication which just adds to the comedy of it all. so there i am just quietly mocking this awful song and rosie just goes mental at me, i mean, CTFO, if i asked you about that song in a few month time, you'd have completely forgotten about it. i then had to listen to the top 40 for another hour. it was actually painful. every song was so generic and repetitive and just shite. and the fact that she was sitting next to me, singing every song word for word didn't help matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ANNOYING PHRASES THAT MAKE YOU SOUND RETARDED. i really hate certain words and phrases. i shall now list them and explain my hatred....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'nom nom nom' WHAT THE FUCKERY!? no one even says that!!! ugh, i hate that so much, it's ridiculous. so yes, i hate it because no one even says that and when they do they just sound like they've escaped from the special hospital. i am aware of what it is supposed to express, but there are other ways to get that point across without making yourself sound like you have a disability. also, it just looks repulsive when written/typed. (i hate that phrase so much i unfollowed someone on tumblr who wrote it the other day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'epic' I HAVE NEVER HATED A WORD SO MUCH! it is so overused and people use it to describe things that really aren't 'epic'. it's so clichéd and annoying. i also think it makes you sound like you're trying to make something sound better than it was. i seriously can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'immense' UGH. once again, it is overused and means nothing and is horrible. i wish it could be wiped from existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'nice one' I NEARLY HATE THAT MORE THAN 'NOM NOM NOM' when people say that it's like, srsly, r u 4 real? it is perhaps the lamest response of all time. when people use that in conversations it's because they can't think of anything else to say. it means nothing and is horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there are all the words/phrases i hate. i don't really have a valid reason for disliking any of them, but i do. that rant probably made me sound like a crazy person but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RELIGION. it causes more problems than it solves in my opinion. (i wont write anything more on that subject as my views are probably mildly offensive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 'TURBAN' GROUPS ON FACEBOOK. there are only so many turban puns i can stand. the 'joke' died after the 3rd or 4th, yet there are hundreds cropping up on my homepage. i am yet to join one. i hope this 'joke' ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. LOS CAMPESINOS! i am so obsessed with that band, it's annoying. 'we are beautiful, we are doomed' is so catchy. nme gave it 9/10 and it is rather wonderful. i love it so much. i hate myself for loving it. i can't stop listening to them. i find myself wanting to quote their lyrics on every social networking site yet i have to refrain. it's so lame. i hope i get over this phase soon. ahh, i love that album so much, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MOST OF MY FRIENDS. they probably listen to the charts and enjoy it, everyone uses my most hated words/phrases, they believe in a religion, join every group on facebook with the word 'turban' in, and have probably never listened to los campesinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i feel slightly less angry after writing all that down :D woohoo. thanks blogger. after reading that, i hope you don't fear for my sanity, i've calmed down quite a bit and am feeling more at peace with the world and stuff :) BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i am such a loser for making this picture, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7jcb9bhrbI/AAAAAAAABpE/EqJxO8MHxVs/s1600/lolz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7jcb9bhrbI/AAAAAAAABpE/EqJxO8MHxVs/s400/lolz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456353321463950770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1803778867955792423?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1803778867955792423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/shout-at-world-because-world-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1803778867955792423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1803778867955792423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/04/shout-at-world-because-world-doesnt.html' title='shout at the world, because the world doesn&apos;t love you'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7jcb9bhrbI/AAAAAAAABpE/EqJxO8MHxVs/s72-c/lolz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-997950762608048212</id><published>2010-04-03T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:47:04.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>review: vampire weekend- contra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wrote this review ages ago, but never published it. now i'm trying to avoid revision, so here it is... (my opinions on the album have actually changed since writing this, and i like it a lot more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read any article on Vampire Weekend and the same phrases come up over and over again; ‘preppy college kids’, ‘privileged’, ‘ivy-league educated’ blah blah blah... perhaps the band were bearing those labels in mind when they decided to use the picture of a mystery blond wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt with the collar ‘popped’ as the cover for their second album. That by itself, would give journalists ammunition to  keep bringing up the quartet’s social standing, but, the word ‘contra’ underneath the college girl is perhaps the band making a point.  By saying that ‘contra’ means ‘you’re the opposite of me’ maybe Ezra Koenig and co. are trying to shed their old image and make a point... Anyway, whatever point the album artwork is trying to make, is by no means, the most important element of the album, so let us proceed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first track starts with the lines ‘in December drinking horchata/ I’d look psychotic in a balaclava’ and makes you wonder if Koenig has spent too long sunning himself on a yacht in the band’s two year break between albums. ‘Horchata’ is a misleading start to ‘Contra’ as a swirl of elated drums and vocals take over and the impression they leave behind? Well, it’s a bit naff to be honest.  So the lazy rhyming, and, in places ‘cheesy’ percussion isn’t the best of starts for Vampire Weekend’s hotly awaited follow up. It gets better though, don’t worry; ‘Holiday’ gives off carefree vibes of summertime. The lyrics in this song could be about anything; they are unimportant, what really matters is that the noticeable ska elements make it clear Vampire Weekend aren’t afraid to fuse even more elements of music, resulting in a beautiful feel to the track. The band are undoubtedly good at bringing together different musical elements, but the use of auto tune in ‘California English’ takes it a bit too far. There is no obvious or catchy hook to this track, so it is easily forgotten, which is probably for the best.  ‘Taxi Cab’ is the band's take on a ballad. It has the emotional lyrics but it’s still rhythmic with heavy drums and graceful keys. This is one of the simplest tracks on ‘Contra’; it focuses in on a few elements rather than throwing everything in all at once. ‘Taxi Cab’s rhythmic beats blended perfectly with tender vocals show that Vampire Weekend  can do things simply. If you were wondering where the ‘old’ vampire weekend had gone, then ‘Cousins’ is a perfect reminder. With it’s incredibly catchy nature and repetitive lyrics it harks back to their days of singing about punctuation and chanting ‘ay ay ay’. Comprising of only vocals, guitar, bass and drums; ‘Cousins’ is essentially a very well-done indie pop track. And what’s wrong with that? ‘Diplomats Son’ is the longest track the band have done.  The length is noticeable as the track takes you on an ‘audio journey’ (wow, that sounded cool, not). Recorded with live drums, drum machines and clapping- it’s complex with many different textures, including a sample from an MIA song at the beginning.  It feels like Vampire Weekend are showing off a bit with ‘Diplomat’s Son’- like they want everyone to hear everything they can do all in one track. They pull it off though, despite it being overpowering in places. ‘I Think Ur A Contra’ is a perfect ending to the album- sung entirely in falsetto; Ezra Koenig proves his vocal capability to be that of greatness; delivering angelic vocals over a soft and simple beat. It is understated and calming; ending ‘Contra’ on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the above section I haven’t mentioned how many times I had to listen to the album to get that out of it. ‘Contra’ is in no way instant. You have to really persevere with it. Unlike its predecessor it isn’t always easily accessible as it lacks some of the hooks and catchy lyrics that made Vampire Weekend such a success. In places ‘Contra’ is over complicated, and even, as I said earlier: naff.  As Vampire Weekend did all that ‘world meets indie’ music with their début, they’ve tried to go a step further with ‘Contra’ resulting in a charming record that takes a bit of getting used to. Upon first listen one doesn’t appreciate the many textures and elements that the band have taken from all genres of music and put together, in places, it doesn’t always work- but they’re experimenting, so that’s to be expected. If you’re looking for something you can chant, or listen to once and then be singing it all day, then ‘Contra’ isn’t for you. If you wish to listen to a piece of work containing instrumental finesse and superiority then give ‘Contra’ (a few) listen(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite tracks: Giving Up The Gun, White Sky, I Think Ur A Contra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7dGBALFtCI/AAAAAAAABo0/iX4TR9WfCCc/s1600/tumblr_kxdkp1Ebr01qb14sjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S7dGBALFtCI/AAAAAAAABo0/iX4TR9WfCCc/s400/tumblr_kxdkp1Ebr01qb14sjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455906456622969890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i  hope that wasn't too painful to read. have a great easter weekend! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's now officially my easter holiday, woohoo. i went into school for half an hour this morning, then hatty arrived and asked if i wanted to leave with her so we just walked out (it was before registration) and went into town. it was only half a day of school and it was all assemblys and stuff, so totally pointless. we hung around in cafe nero for a bit, bought some stationary and then decided we really wanted some sushi. there isn't a wasabi or even a yo! near school, so we decided to get travel cards and go into london. we wondered around selfridges for a bit then went to the wasabi opposite then came home. i had the nicest sweets ever- these 'reese's pieces' which are 'peanut better candy in a crunching shell'. they're a bit sickly but whatever. now i'm home. today's been good. i'm really looking forward to having (nearly) 3 weeks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also bought nme today as the libertines are on the cover. i am so so happy that they're reforming! last night karina, chris and i were going to get day tickets for reading but they'd all sold out :( i really hope the libs do a warm-up show in london before the festivals, i've always wanted to see them live and i think in a small, intimate venue that'd be really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw arctic monkeys again on sunday! the sheperd's bush empire was tiny compared to the rah which made the show even better. they played humbug in the order of tracklistings, then did sketchead, catapult, joining the dots, nettles (!!!) and finished with red right hand. i love humbug so so much, it's a masterpiece and seeing it played live, in the order i normally listen to it was just brilliant. everyone was so rowdy for all of it, i felt like i nearly dyed so many times, haha. sian and i seemed to be the only girls in the crowd for most of it! ha, jamie and joe who we'd gone with were on the third tier balcony, ha. when they played nettles, at the end, alex was like, 'do you want another bit?' and the crowd went mad and so they played the end riff again, and then he said it again and they played it again. that happened quite a few times, then, he was like 'no more now' and it was just so wonderful. haha. for most of it sian and i were in the middle towards the front but couldn't really see that well, but for the whole of the encore we were a bit to the side and right at the front- i could see alex for all of it, it was so beautiful. that was the best gig i've ever  been too, and definitely my favourite out of the four times i've seen them. oh, and i saw miles kane too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a badge that says 'humbug' and a limited edition tshirt, made for that show. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad that alex and matt have confirmed arctic monkeys be recording their 4th album after they've finished their us tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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that to my black velvet dress, hoh tights, lace up vans and my old topshop leather bag with no fastening. they arrived and we cracked open the drink (haha) and then sarah turned up. we all finished getting ready, packed the remaining alcohol in a carrier bag (classy) and set off for the train station. i had decided not to wear a jacked so i donned my beloved leopard print pashmina as some kind of shawl, haha. i'd done my hair really nicely which only got totally ruined later but whatever. we got the train to waterloo and got water and stuff. we then got a tube to knightsbridge, used to the loos in harrods then walked to the royal albert hall. the walk was quite long so we decided to have a drink on the way (we're such tramps) so yes, sian and sarah had a bottle of beer in their hands, i had a carrier bag full of bottles and i don't know what hatty had when we saw the police. they'd pulled someone over and were just standing there. sian hid her bottle up her sleeve, sarah shoved hers in a bag and i walked past trying not the clink the contents of my bag, haha. we made it, woohoo. we found the correct door and queued there as we'd arrived about 20 minuted before the doors were supposed to open. we hadn't consumed all our beverages so hatty hid a bottle of beer in a secret pocket in her bag, sian put a bottle down her tights and i hid the small bottle of wine in my tights (this sounds SO trampy and shameful, haha) so yes. we got in and the man was like, 'do you have any drinks?' he then was like 'drink them or dispose of them' so i downed the water bottle filled with vodka and lemonade and then the one filled with just water. we went into the standing arena and were 2nd row from the front. oh, and, when we'd been waiting outside this weird lady wearing a sort of spanish flamenco outfit had been wondering around, we later realised she was the support act. we sat down on the floor and these two foreign girls came and stood behind us, one of the had longish black hair and was a bit overweight and was completely out of it, she was stumbling all over the place and everything. her friend made her sit down then wondered off! this black haired one looked like such a beast on the floor, it was hilarious. then her friend came back and took her away. the first support act was shit (as predicted) so hatty and i went for a wonder around- i walked down some stairs next to daisy lowe and tony from skins (nicholas hoult) that was good. we went back and the mystery jets came on, i was a bit disappointed as i only knew flakes, two doors down and that song they did last... they didn't do young love or half in love with elizabeth :( oh well, they were still good. there was this one guy going crazy for them, it was so odd, he was signing every word and bouncing up and down and it was so funny. after they were on the crowd started filling up and i realised we were surrounded by males, the ones behind us started talking to us and were all 'i'm just going to warn you that i'm going to go mental when they come on stage, you might want to move' etc, i told them i'd been to wembley and they were like 'oh okay, you should be able to survive this then' haha. arctic monkeys came on and alex was looking unbelievably dashing. dance little liar was first and that was amazing. brianstorm was so so feisty, i literally got battered, haha, at the end of that we decided to make our way to the side as none of us could really breathe, haha. we then wanted to go back in the main crowd so we pushed back and ended up in the middle towards the front, hatty stayed at the side as i think she was a bit overwhelmed, haha. we ended up being right near a mosh pit which was really cool (and painful) i actually couldn't breathe properly for most of the gig but it was so so good, it's all a bit of a blur actually, it went so quickly! just before the view from the afternoon came on, one of the guys we'd been talking to before turned around to me and said 'do you want to go on my shoulders for 30 seconds' i was like, 'ahhh, no thank you' sian and sarah were all like 'do it do it' but i was too scared, haha. he bent down and i was like 'sian, you do it!' so sian got on this random guy's shoulders just as the song was starting and then he started jumping and security started shining their torches at sian telling her to get down, but she didn't haha. eventually she removed herself from that man's shoulders, i wish i had gone on instead of her as she said she got a really clear view of alex and alex saw her too :( haha. i can't beleive they did catapult! i was convinced they'd do joining the dots or the afternoon's hat! ahh, it was so good! in do me a favour we decided to go find hatty and get drinks as were were dying of thirst, haha. we got hatty and went to the bar and got some water then sarah and i went back in and hatty and sian stayed there. i said to sarah 'i want to be right at the front' so we went in and just pushed our way forward with relative ease. in fluorescent adolescent hatty and sian came back and found us, we all stayed right at the front for the end which was beautiful and then left as 505 was ending. we went and stood by the stage door and all the cars to take people away were there, one said 'daisy lowe + 5'. we saw all of the mystery jets leave. so yes, we were standing around outside waiting and i saw some people i kind of know from like, bogs and twitter and stuff and it was so odd, like, seeing them in real life (omg this sounds so weird, haha) so yes, in my state of dehydration/exhaustion/slight intoxication/stress i think i came across as some sort of crazy person. the fact that i had a scarf draped around my person (i was cold), my fringe looked disgusting because of sweating, i had had to tie my hair up in a weird ponytail, and most of my makeup had smudged/come off completely i was looking really odd. and also behaving quite strangely for the reasons stated above and adrenaline, so yeah, great first first impression (not.) i don't really remember what was actually said but i think babbled on about catapult or something, haha. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i met you last night and you're reading this then i think i totally embarrassed myself, i'm not normally that weird and i looked disgusting so sorry, haha,  i was also on the verge of hysteria because i thought i might meet alex, ha, you all seemed lovely.&lt;/span&gt;) then we had to leave otherwise we'd miss the last rain home. we ran across this road and onto a bus. i asked the bus driver when it was going to leave and he said once this man had shown him a ticket. the bus driver removed himslef from his cabin and shouted a man at the back to come and show him his ticket. the man didn't. the bus didn't leave. i was so stressed out about missing the train. the guy showed him his ticket an the bus driver was all 'ohh this isn't valid, you need to buy another one' the man didn't. so was like 'if i give you £2 can this bus leave?!' the bus driver was like 'yes' so i whipped out a twenty but the man's girlfriend had got all angry and paid and stuff. as we got off the bus the man and his gal started arguing with the bus driver as they wanted their money back, wtf. we went to the wrong entrance to the tube station at kinghtsbrigde- it was closed. we had to run round to the other one, then run once we got to picadilly. we arrived at waterloo with about 10 mins to spare. m &amp;amp; s and wasabi had closed and the only place open was burger king (ew) i was starving and really thirsty so i got these weird chicken things and a drink. we all went a bit mad on the train home and were kind of hysterical and annoyed all the other passengers, haha. when i got home i couldn't take out one of my contact lenses so spent about 20 mins battling with it, ugh. i went to bed and fell asleep immediately, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was really good. it all went so quickly though, i can't beleive it's over :( i think i preferred wembley but i still had a wonderful time even though i was elbowed in the nose and bashed around and made a fool out of myself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited for the special sheperd's bush show this evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S69ZWWTlXKI/AAAAAAAABn8/zwoi5NqOJ1U/s1600/26499_1377738597269_1045994263_1149691_824171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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THEN, i rang my mother at lunch and she was at home! so she has bought me 2 tickets for the show on sunday! ahhh! I CAN'T WAIT. as they're just playing humbug tracks and it's in a smallish venue i think they could be recording it for a live dvd, maybe? whatever. i don't care. all that concerns me is the fact that i am going to see my favourite band twice in as many days! when i came home i found out my mother had also bought me the 10" 'my propeller' vinyl and had printed off the e-tickets for sunday! i've been so emotional and annoying today, soz, it's all worked out perfectly though!- i don't mind if i don't meet them after the RAH gig, as i am then seeing them in a smaller venue where i can wait for them after that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S6epCpSCLEI/AAAAAAAABlM/UaophuD8K04/s1600-h/hahalex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S6epCpSCLEI/AAAAAAAABlM/UaophuD8K04/s400/hahalex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451511736861600834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-392162934651433141?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/392162934651433141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/oil-up-those-sticky-keyzzz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/392162934651433141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/392162934651433141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/oil-up-those-sticky-keyzzz.html' title='OIL UP THOSE STICKY KEYZZZ'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S6epCpSCLEI/AAAAAAAABlM/UaophuD8K04/s72-c/hahalex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7006366465075487221</id><published>2010-03-22T12:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:13:32.287Z</updated><title type='text'>ZOMGASM</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 okay, so i'm in history right now AND ARCTIC MONKEYS @ THE O2 SHPEARDS BUSH EMPIRE HAVE GONE ON SALE!! and i'm in fucking school. and i have no credit card on me. and no one else wants to buy them for me. and i don't know where my mtoher is. AND THEY ARE PLAYING ALL OF HUMBUG (MY FAVOURITE ALBUM) AND ALL THE RELATED BSIDES (MY FAVOURITE BSIDES) I AM NEARLY IN TEARS. i need to ring my mother and BEG her to buy me tickets!!! people near me think i'm 'crazy'. WHATEVER. ahhh, i have to be there! i think it'd be the most amazing show ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7006366465075487221?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7006366465075487221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/zomgasm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7006366465075487221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7006366465075487221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/zomgasm.html' title='ZOMGASM'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2085363931378298188</id><published>2010-03-11T18:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:07:32.087Z</updated><title type='text'>shyness is nice</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! i got my science results today. it's all done in modules and ISAs. here are my results so far with the ones i got today in bold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: A, A, A*,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology: A*, A, A*, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics: A*, A, A*, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES. that really is a D!!!!!!!!!!!1111 WHAT THE HELL!? HOW ON EARTH DID I GET A D IN PHYSICS!?!??!?!?!??!? I AM NOT A NATURALLY STUPID PERSON! FFS. to be fair, i have no recollection of taking those exams, but whatever. i am definitely retaking that physics module. although, the retake is on the day of the last modular exam so it'll be loads of work... to be honest, i'm not like, upset with my results, just confused, haha. when i received them on an official piece of paper, they spelt out 'BAD'. i think that says it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news: I'M GOING TO LATITUDE FESTIVAL! ahhh, i'm so excited! i've bought my ticket so it's for definite, woohoo! florence and the machine, belle and sebastian, vampire weekend, the horrors, the xx, the maccabees, I CANNOT WAIT. it looks really beautiful and has 17 stages and arenas so they'll always be something to do. it also doesn't finish until 3am each day, so that sounds fun. russell kane is performing in the comedy arena and he's really hot so that should be good. the only touble is that hatty and i come back from LA on the 14th, and then we're off to latitude on the 15th so we'll still be jet-lagged, haha. i am so excited: it's going to be four days of music and substance abuse- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5k-D4hsmoI/AAAAAAAABlE/qGeyZXmVFtU/s1600-h/2009_Latitude_Cut-Out-Sign_Night_Marc-Sethi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5k-D4hsmoI/AAAAAAAABlE/qGeyZXmVFtU/s400/2009_Latitude_Cut-Out-Sign_Night_Marc-Sethi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453460715575938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've always liked the maccabees but i'm really into them at this moment in time. i can't stop listening to both their albums, they're really lovely. i think they'll be great at latitude, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether i should see bombay bicycle club, foals or the big pink for my birthday... i've heard they're all great live- it's such a hard choice! haha. i've decided that when my parents and sister go away i'm also going to have a big BBQ in my garden, so that'll be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've started to think that i lack emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go to this 'battle of the bands' thing tomorrow evening as chris' and joe's bands are playing, but it's charlie's birthday so we're sleeping round hers instead, then i think we're off out on saturday, woo! have a lovely weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5k961mvP9I/AAAAAAAABk8/BXGH4SPToTQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kxvekfCTQk1qad74xo1_500-470x352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5k961mvP9I/AAAAAAAABk8/BXGH4SPToTQ/s400/tumblr_kxvekfCTQk1qad74xo1_500-470x352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453305312591826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2085363931378298188?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2085363931378298188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/shyness-is-nice.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2085363931378298188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2085363931378298188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/shyness-is-nice.html' title='shyness is nice'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5k-D4hsmoI/AAAAAAAABlE/qGeyZXmVFtU/s72-c/2009_Latitude_Cut-Out-Sign_Night_Marc-Sethi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-3748175805859018177</id><published>2010-03-06T13:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:45:40.297Z</updated><title type='text'>wipe you clean with dirty hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on thursday i went to see 'an inspector calls'. again. it was just as boring as the first time i saw it, ha. i do appreciate it though as it's obviously really good and has a strong message or whatever. it's not necessary one i agree with but i think j.b. priestly got his point across in a really powerful way. the staging of the play is really great. we got to wonder around leicester square for a bit before it started so that was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were planning to go to V festival this year but the tickets sold out in 15 minutes and we didn't get any :( yes, we didn't have a tent and it would've been hassle to get there and we weren't planing on going with anyone over 18, so might not've been allowed in, but whatever, it would've been great. i'm so disappointed. my mother had this huge rant to me about it, she was all 'i know the things you do, you shouldn't take substances that will render you out of control whilst you're there, you must be completely sober... there will be lots of laddish boys there that will take advantage of you if you're out of control' etc etc haha. sian's mother ranted to her about the dangers of sunstroke, ha! anyway, all that is irrelevant as we're not going :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to rockstock last night. karina's band 'the final rumour' were on first, they were really good. i stood right in front of the stage and filmed it cause i'm really cool 8) haha. billy bob's band 'sound proof' were on like, third? they were also great. karina made me stand right in front of the stage for them too. my friends are so embarrassing- everyone thinks i like, like like the lead singer just because i said he was really hot and when i was drunk texted bb about him, oops. haha. so yeah, awkward. the other bands were good too. some were all screamo and there was a really big mosh pit. it got kind of feisty and the police were called. i saw them arresting people in the hallway outside because i think someone was assaulted. then they came in the venue and just stood there for a while. they then left and the last band came on. they were really good. i was standing at the back, then, halfway through their set i heard the beginning of 'naive' by the kooks, and was all, ahh! haha. then we all kind of pushed our way to the front and jumped around and sang along with all the words :$ haha. it ended and we all caught the train home, it was fun. i've realised that everyone i know who is in a band is the bassist. (pointless fact for you there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstock had loads of people wearing 'green day' t shirts and stuff like that, ew. they also played paramore a lot in between bands. so yeah, it was totally my kind of scene... haha. i really don't like people who dress like that, here is an example that i found on someone's tumblr. soz if you know him, but i just think that what he's wearing is the cringiest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5JYpnAHNJI/AAAAAAAABkk/K5dflINTc-M/s1600-h/206f2d2dce6a7b5f8ad86e8f5d0a0a0c_1226170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5JYpnAHNJI/AAAAAAAABkk/K5dflINTc-M/s400/206f2d2dce6a7b5f8ad86e8f5d0a0a0c_1226170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445512371311686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have exams all around the time of my birthday this year. so i'm going to celebrate it a month earlier instead, haha. i think i might get everyone tickets to see foals, that'd be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything else to blog about :( next weekend it's charlie's birthday. then it's arctic monkeys at the RAH in 3 weeks! i cannot wait! i need to get some new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i love this picture of alex. it really reminds me of all those of ian curtis. not appearance wise, just the way he's holing the mic... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5JbR7WCc-I/AAAAAAAABk0/soMz8EHeyJY/s1600-h/tumblr_kpumx8fEYp1qzhzj5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5JbR7WCc-I/AAAAAAAABk0/soMz8EHeyJY/s400/tumblr_kpumx8fEYp1qzhzj5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445515262990382050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-3748175805859018177?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/3748175805859018177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/wipe-you-clean-with-dirty-hands.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3748175805859018177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/3748175805859018177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/03/wipe-you-clean-with-dirty-hands.html' title='wipe you clean with dirty hands'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S5JYpnAHNJI/AAAAAAAABkk/K5dflINTc-M/s72-c/206f2d2dce6a7b5f8ad86e8f5d0a0a0c_1226170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2203386663472185393</id><published>2010-02-28T12:42:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:28:48.136Z</updated><title type='text'>focker</title><content type='html'>did you watch the nme awards? i love jarvis cocker, alexa chung and nick grimshaw. so i thought the presenting side of it was really good. jarvis is so funny. and kind of hot. i 'm not going to write about what i thought of the actual awards as i tweeted about it loads and can't be bothered to do it again as it kind of angered me, haha. i thought marina really killed the song she did with biffy clyro. her voice was weirdly deep and sounded really forced. graham coxon was adorable as usual. paul weller was amazing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived home yesterday with 'kasabian' and 'empire'. coincidentally my father was playing 'west ryder...' and singing along to my cat when i walked into the kitchen. it was rather odd. anyway, yes, the first two kasabian albums. i thought the first; 'kasabian' was rather boring if i'm honest, like, seriously, nothing special. nme gave it a 7. i would've said it was more 6 material. 'empire' on the other hand, i thought was incredibly good. i was doing a bit of background reading about it (because i'm a total geek) and nme have it 9/10. i do think it's a great album but i don't think it's 9/10 great. more 7 or 8. nme gave 'west ryder...' 8/10. personally, i think that it's better than 'empire' so i would've given that 9 and 'empire' 8. but whatever, nme get loads of stuff wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the release of 'st. jude' liam fray hyped his band up so much that they could never really live up to it. people hailing him as the the new morrissey and the saviour of music didn't really help either. of course 'st. jude' could never have lived up to those labels and people linking the courteeners to oasis wasn't that great a move, as 'definitely maybe' was an exceptional début. because 'st. jude' wasn't mind blowing i think a lot of people overlooked it. it is in fact, a really great album, but of course it's not as good as anything by the smiths or oasis. so yeah, i think liam kind of shot himself in the foot with that one, making out that him and his band were better than they actually were... but, nonetheless, 'st. jude' is great. anyway, with 'falcon' liam said it would 'push boundaries' and, although it doesn't actually push any boundaries genre wise or technically or anything like that, i think it does push personal boundaries for liam. he wrote it in a completely different way, a lot of it is more piano based. he's tried new things (see: 'you overdid it doll') yet his lyrics remain narrative of everyday life and personal. so yes, musically, they may not be pushing boundaries, i think for liam personally, and how he writes music, changed and he pushed the boundaries of how he, personally, creates music. a problem i have with liam fray's song writing technique is that a lot of his lyrics are so personal or straight forward that they cannot be deciphered in any other way. i mean, the listener can't interpret a lyric for themselves as liam has made the meaning blatantly obvious, if you get me. there isn't much mystery surrounding meanings of songs, and although that can be a good thing, i think songs should make the listener do a bit of thinking for themselves and allow them to come up with their own conclusion about the meaning of a song or whatever. so yes, that's all i have to say for now. i really like 'falcon'. i think everyone should buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope that wasn't too painful to read. i also hope you had a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4ps6RK7sYI/AAAAAAAABkc/umIE2_fnh-w/s1600-h/tumblr_kxjgezv2Rm1qapofoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4ps6RK7sYI/AAAAAAAABkc/umIE2_fnh-w/s400/tumblr_kxjgezv2Rm1qapofoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443282847928136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/belllaaa"&gt;http://twitter.com/belllaaa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2203386663472185393?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2203386663472185393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/focker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2203386663472185393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2203386663472185393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/focker.html' title='focker'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4ps6RK7sYI/AAAAAAAABkc/umIE2_fnh-w/s72-c/tumblr_kxjgezv2Rm1qapofoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6850248636572831307</id><published>2010-02-24T16:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:23:19.723Z</updated><title type='text'>SCRATCH YER NAME UPON MY LIPZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i feel like i haven't blogged for ages, when, in reality it's been a week. but that's a long time for me so whatever. the rest of my half term was great, i've written about it on twitter/tumblr so i'm not going to regurgitate the events on here too. but yes, now i'm back at school and it's all rather shit. i'm totally unmotivated and have loads of work to do. i'm behind in most subjects and i know i'm not going to meet my target grades. i can't wait to leave and get away from all the people there, haha. but you don't care, so i'll stop going on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new favourite bag. my grandma found it in her attic and gave it to me. it's brown leather and has a gold fastening and is kind of old. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4VfCXP-vyI/AAAAAAAABkE/yF-uHMoRREk/s1600-h/bag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4VfCXP-vyI/AAAAAAAABkE/yF-uHMoRREk/s400/bag.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441860218952531746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bought the courteeners new album 'falcon' and it's really good. make sure you get the version with 2 CDs as the 2nd CD is great too. it's really different from 'st. jude' and a lot of the tracks on there are different from each other, too. i'm not saying it's  ground braking, genre defying or defining, even, but it's a solid record and i, personally really like it. i may even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what to write on here any more, haha. i can't be bothered if i'm honest (the same applies to most things). i think i need to sort myself out as i constantly look horrific as i've stopped wearing make up to school, my hair always looks crap, but like, work-wise too. i have loads of coursework and revision that needs doing, and i suppose i should be working harder in school. i don't want to be a failure and i really do want to go to UCL! haha. i just feel really tired though, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time. it's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also feel kind of bad, as i've been harsh to people lately and using them and bitching about them and whatnot. i feel like such a terrible person, but i can't sort of stop myself, it's horrible as i don't want to be like that or be seen like that. also, i was talking to harriette and she was saying how on saturday she didn't do weed because she didn't want people to see her how they saw me. that's kind of a wake up call, i think. and sarah keeps going on that it's that that's making me feel like this. hmmm. i know i shouldn't do it, but, like, whatever. (that sounds so stupid and flippant, soz) perhaps i shouldn't complain about how i feel as i could stop it if i wanted, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side: arctic monkeys at the royal albert hall is kind of soon! (well, 26th of march) i really want to know who the support act is! i'd love it to be miles kane. he's got a solo album out soon, so i think the supporting slot would be perfect... fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also looking forward to the new foals album 'total life forever'. 'antidotes' was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4VfEHFSBXI/AAAAAAAABkM/rKG07OebAfY/s1600-h/Yannis%2BPhilippakis%2BFoals%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4VfEHFSBXI/AAAAAAAABkM/rKG07OebAfY/s400/Yannis%2BPhilippakis%2BFoals%2B9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441860248972428658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fucking formspring me: &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace &lt;/a&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-6850248636572831307?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/6850248636572831307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/scratch-yer-name-upon-my-lipz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6850248636572831307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/6850248636572831307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/scratch-yer-name-upon-my-lipz.html' title='SCRATCH YER NAME UPON MY LIPZ'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S4VfCXP-vyI/AAAAAAAABkE/yF-uHMoRREk/s72-c/bag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4102990511459277008</id><published>2010-02-17T14:13:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:26:26.057Z</updated><title type='text'>your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggle-eyed girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last night was good. i went to hatty's and we got ready and went on chatroulette (our new favourite thing!) and had some white wine, but it wasn't very nice so we put food colouring in it. it still wasn't that nice, ha. claire and amelia were there too, and claire said 'don't get too drunk because there's loads of pervvy chav guys there'. we went to izzy's and finished getting ready then we (hatty, sian, karina, izzy, charlie, megan and i) all walking into town at like half 8 and got the queue at about 9 for this club. in the queue i was a bit like 'woah' as i hadn't really eaten much that day and had had half a bottle of wine to myself as well as some red someone had and some vodka and appletiser, so yeah, i was a bit all over the place before we even got in. the queue was a bit of a piss take and our names were on the door so me and sian just went round and pushed in the front, but then this security guy was like 'anyone not underneath my arm wont be getting in' and i was and sian wasn't, but she ducked under so all was well. we got inside and i saw claire who was all like 'hi, make sure you be careful' or something, haha. so yeah, sian and i were in but everyone else was still outside. and then, UGH, we started dancing with these guys and the one that i kissed looked like phil mitchell :( badtimes. hahaha! anyway, yeah, so me and sian were all like woo, etc, and then we saw this pierced guy who we'd been in the queue with and his friends. then about four guys later we went to the loo and sian was like -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WAS TOLD TO DELETE THIS BIT, AS THE PERSON DOESN'T WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW, SOZ&lt;/span&gt;- PFFFFFT, that went out the window, haha! then we saw izzy and charlie and we were like wooo! megan went home i think and hatty and karina weren't drunk so they went to jacks as ronan was there too. anyway, so we were all in there having a good time etc and then i had this really horrible beer (i hate beer) and was like ewwww, and sian spilt a bottle over this random chav girl! hahaha. then i drunk this random drink i found and charlie told me off, ha. anyway so then i see this guy and he was SO HOT, like seriously good looking and he had longish hair and a nose piercing and he looked kind of awkward and all of those things are good things so i was like awwww. so yeah, we were all dancing with him and his friends and shizzle and then he's all like 'i'm not going to kiss you cos you made out with my friend and that's not what i do' WTF!? so i was like 'errm, who?' and he goes 'that one that's now pulling the blonde' i was like 'aw man, i don't even remember, why do you have to be so morale?' and he was all 'you're too drunk and i'm sober, and that's not the kind of guy i am' again, WTF!? so i, in my haze of tipsiness was all like 'you're nose piercing's so hot. i haven't seen you kissing anybody else' and he's all 'eh, that's cos i haven't had the chance' so i say 'well you have the chance now!' (woah, that must've sounded desperate, ha) and he was like 'aw, i would but you got off with my mate' BLAH BLAH BLAH and then the idiot goes 'but i'll dance with you' :| he wasn't a good dancer but he was so adorable :( AND THEN later on we see him again talking to this short girl and sian goes 'that girls been with him all evening, i think that's his girlfriend' :( BADTIMES. ugh. thinking about it everyone in there was kind of ugly although i didn't really look at most of the guys faces. oh, and, that phil mitchell lookalike like, kept following me it was horrible and kept having to run away, haha! and i fell down these stairs because i was wearing heels and was intoxicated and now my right side is all bruised and it hurts to sit down because i bruised my buttock, HAHA. so yes, good times. and then a midnight we had to leave so we went outside and met jack and hatty and karina, and then i was sitting there and i was like wahhh, i feel so cheap and violated because i just made out with loads of randoms who were probably diseased etc. and then -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HAD TO DELETE THIS BIT, TOO&lt;/span&gt;- and then PHIL MITCHELL BOY COMES OUTSIDE D: so i hid behind jack. and so yeah, the only good looking guy rejected me because of his friend, grrr. i think he was gay. i mean, nose piercings are soo hot, but not exactly straight, are they? eh, whatever, i had fun. except for all the random chav guys, ha. in the car on the way back to izzy's i was all swearing and shizz and everyone was like 'bella be quiet' but i kind of didn't haha, i hope izzy's mother didn't mind. we all slept on izzy's third floor, that was fun, we talked for ages and then when we went to sleep i didn't have a duvet so i was really cold and didn't get to sleep until 4 and then was awoken at 9. i feel so ill right now. i'm supposed to be going out again tonight but i don't know if i can be bothered. but yes, i had a smashing evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've written 'like' too much, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wH1u0SgtI/AAAAAAAABj0/jT8VHHxuqz0/s1600-h/22743_1310291269679_1002525312_30942216_1827717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHRQxPM_I/AAAAAAAABjk/TqHPcveCBWQ/s400/wine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439230443097371634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPz6TJGI/AAAAAAAABjc/1penI77iif8/s1600-h/DSCF3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPz6TJGI/AAAAAAAABjc/1penI77iif8/s400/DSCF3765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439230418170881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPcu6CQI/AAAAAAAABjU/b2ihru1X2LY/s1600-h/DSCF3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPcu6CQI/AAAAAAAABjU/b2ihru1X2LY/s400/DSCF3766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439230411949082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPNGJVHI/AAAAAAAABjM/FpmPku7z7Y4/s1600-h/DSCF3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wHPNGJVHI/AAAAAAAABjM/FpmPku7z7Y4/s400/DSCF3796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439230407751586930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGO9B_C_I/AAAAAAAABjE/L8uweoBuJ3U/s1600-h/22743_1310291389682_1002525312_30942219_2246765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGO9B_C_I/AAAAAAAABjE/L8uweoBuJ3U/s400/22743_1310291389682_1002525312_30942219_2246765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229303927540722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGOp99GLI/AAAAAAAABi8/L-l93Y_OJyY/s1600-h/DSCF3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGOp99GLI/AAAAAAAABi8/L-l93Y_OJyY/s400/DSCF3802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229298810362034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGNg-0itI/AAAAAAAABis/i0BBuNYTUiA/s1600-h/22743_1310305150026_1002525312_30942393_5994185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGNg-0itI/AAAAAAAABis/i0BBuNYTUiA/s400/22743_1310305150026_1002525312_30942393_5994185_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229279218207442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before we left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wH2oOPKnI/AAAAAAAABj8/S_eiMtCGsKU/s1600-h/vain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wH2oOPKnI/AAAAAAAABj8/S_eiMtCGsKU/s400/vain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439231085048179314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside (my lipstick was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt; smudged, haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGOJYHsjI/AAAAAAAABi0/xz-fFu71fqs/s1600-h/lippy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wGOJYHsjI/AAAAAAAABi0/xz-fFu71fqs/s400/lippy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229290061738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebandwerefuckingwank.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://thebandwerefuckingwank.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4102990511459277008?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4102990511459277008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-club-is-full-overrated-dehydrated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4102990511459277008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4102990511459277008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-club-is-full-overrated-dehydrated.html' title='your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggle-eyed girls'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3wH1u0SgtI/AAAAAAAABj0/jT8VHHxuqz0/s72-c/22743_1310291269679_1002525312_30942216_1827717_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5420194732503455214</id><published>2010-02-15T12:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:13:22.117Z</updated><title type='text'>treat me like your mother</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm going out with hatty soon for chai lattes and shopping. it's half term. i'm going out tomorrow night and i have nothing to wear. and i have nothing to wear on wednesday night. and nothing to wear to izzy's party on saturday :( I HAVE SUCH A HARD LIFE (i really don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm listening to the courteeners and sneezing. i hate this motherfucking cold. i don't really have anything else to blog about right now. SOZ. here's a picture i love. au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3k5hh_DSwI/AAAAAAAABic/p9CC--s83cc/s1600-h/tumblr_kq4qed85cJ1qzecayo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3k5hh_DSwI/AAAAAAAABic/p9CC--s83cc/s400/tumblr_kq4qed85cJ1qzecayo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438441273247877890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5420194732503455214?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5420194732503455214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/treat-me-like-your-mother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5420194732503455214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5420194732503455214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/treat-me-like-your-mother.html' title='treat me like your mother'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3k5hh_DSwI/AAAAAAAABic/p9CC--s83cc/s72-c/tumblr_kq4qed85cJ1qzecayo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4973592735354364253</id><published>2010-02-14T16:01:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:36:21.654Z</updated><title type='text'>our bodies throb in time</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was sarah's birthday so last night a refined number of us (some are on a school trip skiing/to poland) went to her house and got a bit drunk and had a really lovely time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3gh2UfZ8-I/AAAAAAAABhs/FG-j5Fo2x80/s1600-h/innit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4973592735354364253?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4973592735354364253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-bodies-throb-in-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4973592735354364253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4973592735354364253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-bodies-throb-in-time.html' title='our bodies throb in time'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3gh2UfZ8-I/AAAAAAAABhs/FG-j5Fo2x80/s72-c/innit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2802579912460654553</id><published>2010-02-13T10:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:35:01.965Z</updated><title type='text'>dead souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'd been kind of sceptical about going to that rockstock thing last night, but it was actually really good. although, when i arrived the first thing i saw was a girl wearing a 'paramore' tshirt, haha! everyone there was kind of 'scene' like, all big hair, tight jeans, piercings etc. the bands were mostly good. some were kind of heavy metal and there was a mosh pit that got kind of rowdy. loads of people were head banging etc, it was hilarious to watch. i stuck with sian, izzy, ellie, joe, jamie and simon for most of the evening- i had a good time. the last band on was this acoustic band that was just these two guys and their guitars. they made everyone sit on the floor for the first song and everyone sang along. they just did covers and were really good. their version of 'wonderwall' was a pesonal highlight. i think my singing along was uh-mazing, of course. it was also hilarious because all the girls there were wearing loads of black eye-shadow and beaten up converse etc and sian has a huge side parting and was wearing jack wills. out of place? of course not, haha. i don't think i blended in but i didn't stick out as much as her. i wore doc martens, ff bag, leathery jacket, oversized flowery tshirt and leggings. it was also the kind of place where everyone's all like 'oh, i'm kind of bisexual, you know?' like, i don't think they really cared the gender of the person they got off with. but i think that's all part of that 'image' so whatever. it was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to this vintage jumble sale soon. i need to get sarah a present as it's her birthday gathering later and so far i've only got her a bottle of pink champagne D: i'm banking on finding something on brick lane for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've reactivated my formspring account, so ask me questions plzzzzz &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wondrousplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Z_6Mtw6eI/AAAAAAAABfU/uKJhHMFx35U/s1600-h/tumblr_kus0n95LaV1qzagi0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Z_6Mtw6eI/AAAAAAAABfU/uKJhHMFx35U/s400/tumblr_kus0n95LaV1qzagi0o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437674237918767586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2802579912460654553?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2802579912460654553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-been-kind-of-sceptical-about-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2802579912460654553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2802579912460654553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-been-kind-of-sceptical-about-going.html' title='dead souls'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Z_6Mtw6eI/AAAAAAAABfU/uKJhHMFx35U/s72-c/tumblr_kus0n95LaV1qzagi0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7553518078729140560</id><published>2010-02-11T17:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:42:42.708Z</updated><title type='text'>do you know who i am? i’m like a morrissey with some strings</title><content type='html'>by now i'm sure you've all heard about alexander mcqueen dying. i don't mean to sound disrespectful, but you didn't know him, do not belittle his death by going on about how 'devastated' you are. you aren't. let's be serious. he was outrageously talented, yes, but i'm not going to cry myself to sleep over it, and i find it really inappropriate that all these thirteen year old girls are pretending to be really affected by his death, as i said before, you going on about how 'great' he was is somewhat belittling, i feel. RIP nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i accidentally sent a text about drugs to my friend's mother. oops. i hope she doesn't know it was me who sent it. i don't think she has my number. all i can say is: MY BAD. i've been sending the wrong texts to people a lot recently, haha. so yes, that was a major embarrassment today. i think i rectified the situation though, as i then sent another explained that i had the wrong number and that i had been talking about alcohol anyway. (it hadn't, and i think it's obvious that it wasn't but whatever, what else could i have done?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into town just now to buy sarah a birthday present but instead i bought myself a chai latte and this weeks nme. i just read the interview with liam fray, and i must say: i'm so excited for the release of 'falcon'! i really admire liam's determination and self belief. i think everyone should be confident in whatever they do. if you're proud of something then say it, i really don't agree with people that are like, over- modest. obviously bragging too much is annoying, but i think it's good to be proud of your work. so yeah, the interview was really good. i love the courteeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL FOR NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3RAybqnLzI/AAAAAAAABfM/n8Vp1JRJqnw/s1600-h/tumblr_kvr0mxlFyE1qaagfbo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3RAybqnLzI/AAAAAAAABfM/n8Vp1JRJqnw/s400/tumblr_kvr0mxlFyE1qaagfbo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437041885307154226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7553518078729140560?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7553518078729140560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-who-i-am-im-like-morrissey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7553518078729140560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7553518078729140560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-who-i-am-im-like-morrissey.html' title='do you know who i am? i’m like a morrissey with some strings'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3RAybqnLzI/AAAAAAAABfM/n8Vp1JRJqnw/s72-c/tumblr_kvr0mxlFyE1qaagfbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-6549468738027457829</id><published>2010-02-09T17:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:45:13.481Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when people tell you that a certain lyric means something, and that is all. i think lyrics can mean different things to different people. to the person that wrote whatever it is; it obviously means something specific to them, but as with poetry; i think the consumer is free to interpret a lyric in whatever way they want. take, for example these lyrics from 'no buses' by arctic monkeys: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;an ache in your soul is everybody's goal/to get what they can't have&lt;/span&gt; i think a lot of people take it to mean like, there's an ache in your soul &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's everybody's goal to get what they can't have. i like the line 'an ache in your soul is everybody's goal' by itself. i think that's true. so many people create all these 'issues' and 'problems' for themselves to try and appear all 'complex' or 'deep' or whatever. in reality they're totally fine but they like to think they're all 'fucked up' or something. i think they think it's 'cool'. that really pisses me off. those people have no issues whatsoever but they try to create this really mysteriously messed up image for themselves. ugh. those people really need to re-evaluate their lives, as i'm sure that if they did have half the problems that they made out to have, their lives wouldn't be all that great. so yes 'an ache in your soul is everybody's goal' really sums that up. it's a great lyric. i also think everyone can relate to it, as i think everyone craves heartbreak in some way or another. this is getting all weirdly deep now, isn't it? okay, i'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3GpWLEdLCI/AAAAAAAABfE/SrOVh-roUgU/s1600-h/soture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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not. although i did beleive that they were a few seconds, haha... i've come to the realisation that it's very unluckily that i will ever marry alex turner, so, if i can't marry him i'd like alexa to. i think they're so cute together especially when his hair looks longer than hers and they're obviously really in love or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Bkuc9WC5I/AAAAAAAABes/2J1DDlmkEU4/s1600-h/tumblr_kw232ruxFE1qabacao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Bkuc9WC5I/AAAAAAAABes/2J1DDlmkEU4/s400/tumblr_kw232ruxFE1qabacao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435955499446438802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5870127178915737886?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5870127178915737886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-day-someone-told-me-that-alex-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5870127178915737886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5870127178915737886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-day-someone-told-me-that-alex-and.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S3Bkuc9WC5I/AAAAAAAABes/2J1DDlmkEU4/s72-c/tumblr_kw232ruxFE1qabacao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-8927517311623412020</id><published>2010-02-07T11:22:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:09:51.773Z</updated><title type='text'>actually, my name's marina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so yesterday i had to get up at 7am, gahhh. i awoke and got ready and wrote a quick blog post that was kind of random/pointless. and also, just to clarify: the bit at the end wasn't supposed to come across in a way that i wasn't looking forward to the day, because i was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the house at 8:50, met sarah and liam at the station and caught the train to where we were meeting everyone. on the way to ellie's house we bought some huge bags to put karina's presents in ('d gotten her a voucher) haha. so i dropped all my stuff off at ellie's and then everyone that'd met there walked back to the station and met up with everyone else. the train man sold us the wring tickets: the NOT via clapham junction ones. but they were cheaper so whatever. it just meant we had two changes instead of one. the train journey was good, we sat in the first class bit of one train- it wasn't that much different, we just had more room. over 2 hours later we arrived in brighton! sarah, sian, hatty and i couldn't be bothered to walk down from the station to the pier so we caught a taxi. it dropped us off right by the pier so we walked down onto the quieter side of the beach. it was weirdly warm so we took off all out jackets and went in the sea for a paddle, haha. at first i got my shoes and socks wet :( so then i just took them off and rolled up my jeans (but they got wet too) and yeah. it was really fun. everyone else was further down by the burnt out pier so we set off to find them. when we were nearly there they rang us and told us to walk back the pier, haha. so we did. we got chips and sat on the beach some more. we met everyone in the arcade on the pier. we went on the waltzers. then sian and i decided to go on that really scary huge ride that like, swings. it's like slammer at thorpe park. i can't really explain it. i was soo scared. it was really good though. after that jack got a henna tattoo saying 'i&lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S26tVCCs3SI/AAAAAAAABd8/idDfwJg-KlM/s1600-h/DSCF2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S26ps4YzdPI/AAAAAAAABbM/mkSAi7d7nP8/s400/DSCF3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435468388798526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-8927517311623412020?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/8927517311623412020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-my-names-marina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8927517311623412020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8927517311623412020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/actually-my-names-marina.html' title='actually, my name&apos;s marina'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S26tVCCs3SI/AAAAAAAABd8/idDfwJg-KlM/s72-c/DSCF2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-8834197071372344950</id><published>2010-02-06T08:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:45:37.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always appreciated muse as musicians but i've never really liked them, i must say. okay, that was a bit of an understatement, until recently; i hated them. i had based this judgement on a number of things: 1) their first album 'showbiz' which i didn't like. 2) their latest album 'the resistance' which i found boring. 3) the singles played on daytime radio with jo whiley cooing 'oooh, aren't muse amazing?' no jo whiley, they're not. 4) their performance on friday night with jonathan ross which was good, but did nothing for me. - there you have it. then, i decided to listen to 'origins of symmetry' (their second album) nme had given it 9/10 stars which is quite rare. and, i must say- i was shocked. the opening track was really weird. not what i was expecting. and then, suddenly, i started to like it. 'what's happening to me?' i thought to myself- 'can this really be true?' after years of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;resisting&lt;/span&gt;- do i actually like muse?!' so yes, this slight identity crisis was then rectified when i listened to their third offering: 'absolution' which was well written, the production was good, the instrumental techniques used were of a high standard, but, it wasn't exciting. so, as i've always said, and always will say: muse are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owl city? it makes me want to kill myself (okay, that's a bit of an overstatement) when people refer to that band (i don't even know if they are a band, i'm not going to google them) as being 'indie'. owl city do not make indie music. but then again, the people that think that are also the kind of people that plan to get a lyric by the kooks tattooed on their wrist, so you know. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i better go, i'm going to brighton for the day. the whole inner 'group' is going so it should be good. all 14 of us haven't all been out for awhile, so i'm looking forward to seeing everyone's spotty faces and their hair that's got that look of: 'i-spent-ages-doing-my-hair-for-you-to-think-that-i-rolled-out-of-bed-and it-looked-like-this' about it. woo. have a nice saturrrrday x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-8834197071372344950?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/8834197071372344950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-always-appreciated-muse-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8834197071372344950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/8834197071372344950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-always-appreciated-muse-as.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-4668746633892570446</id><published>2010-02-03T17:19:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:57:51.094Z</updated><title type='text'>LET'S HAVE A GAME WITH A TEDDY PICKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2yUH-_pJbI/AAAAAAAABbE/0kf0fcK1BoM/s1600-h/tumblr_kwxesuMc4B1qzhzj5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2yUH-_pJbI/AAAAAAAABbE/0kf0fcK1BoM/s400/tumblr_kwxesuMc4B1qzhzj5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434881715219277234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OI OIIIIIIIIIIIII. (don't know why i started this post with that but oh well) today was been the best day of the year, so far! i was soso excited this morning as i the presale tickets for arctic monkeys at the royal albert hall were released. i was really nervous but totally excited, too. my mother and sarah both said not to get too hyped up as their was a high chance that i wouldn't get any. so i was in biology nervously awaiting a text to tell me if my mother had got them or not and i'd kind of convinced myself she hadn't... i got a text at 09:06 saying she had! i sort of squealed and then my eyes welled up with tears and i nearly cried haha! so i had this like, fit in biology and everyone was just like, 'huh?!' but then i explained and they understood as they all know i'm totally in love with alex turner &amp;amp; co. so yeah, hatty, sian, sarah and i shall be attending that gig on march the 27th. we're in the standing arena, DUH. earlier, there weren't age restrictions on the website, but it's been updated now, saying '14+ ONLY IN THE STANDING AREA' which i think is good. i was kind of worried there might be like, kids there, haha. because it's the royal albert hall the security will be waaay stricter than say, wembley. and it's carpeted! haha. my mother said it'll be much less messy, too. i suppose it will be as the standing area isn't huge, and it's 14+, not 16+. i hope it's not too calm though, i mean, this is arctic monkeys after all. i want beer being chucked around, mosh pits and 'lads' holding one another shouting the words to 'when the sun goes down'. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, on the way to school hatty rang me asking me if i wanted 'meat or vegetarian?' on the plane to LA. haha. so yeah, the tickets for our trip to LA were booked today too! yessss. i'm soso excited. we're flying with virgin on the 29th of june, and we're back on the 14th of july. i can't wait! my last exam is on the 28th, so the day after i'll be jetting off, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, as if all of that wasn't enough: i discovered my new favourite drink! haha. it's called a 'tazo chai tea latte' and it's from starbucks and it's amazing. i went in there with hatty after school (she got a soy latte)... i'm not entirely sure what it is that i bought, but it tasted of cinnamon and was niiiiiiiiiiize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've listened to humbug so many times in the last couple of days! i love it soo much. argh, i'm excited! it'll be my third time seeing them, hooray! also, we're going to go and wait round the back after the gig as i really want to meet alexxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i arrived home and my mother asked me what wine i wanted to take on saturday :') aw. and hatty's getting malibu AKA MY FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE. LIFE IS SO GOOD RIGHT NOW. although i have no idea what to wear to brighton or in the evening D: hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, today's been unbelievably gr888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2m3_XvD_lI/AAAAAAAABak/_dyajeMe2Yg/s1600-h/arcticmonkeys_DC_L151209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2m3_XvD_lI/AAAAAAAABak/_dyajeMe2Yg/s400/arcticmonkeys_DC_L151209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434076724730265170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-4668746633892570446?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/4668746633892570446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-have-game-with-teddy-picker.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4668746633892570446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/4668746633892570446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-have-game-with-teddy-picker.html' title='LET&apos;S HAVE A GAME WITH A TEDDY PICKER'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2yUH-_pJbI/AAAAAAAABbE/0kf0fcK1BoM/s72-c/tumblr_kwxesuMc4B1qzhzj5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-1976485503625251078</id><published>2010-02-02T17:29:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:27:58.647Z</updated><title type='text'>and just 'cause everybody's doing it, does that mean that i can, too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hslrfos8I/AAAAAAAABaU/qbrxqQsGS_s/s1600-h/20090814154345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hslrfos8I/AAAAAAAABaU/qbrxqQsGS_s/s400/20090814154345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433712345008878530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha! i've lost a follower. i think it's because my blog has gone a bit shit as of late. i get like, 3 comments max on a post these days... ah well. i shall persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the track listing for 'my propeller' was released yesterday! i'm so excited. i've heard 'joining the dots' and it's great. i can't wait to hear 'the afternoon's hat' and 'don't forget whose legs you're on'. i think 'the afternoon's hat' is a superb name. i'm also excited for the artwork and the video. apparently the video is 'live action mixed with animation' -snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hquJcLujI/AAAAAAAABZ0/_6962ng--Lw/s1600-h/tumblr_kuj00oMFoC1qa0z2eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hquJcLujI/AAAAAAAABZ0/_6962ng--Lw/s400/tumblr_kuj00oMFoC1qa0z2eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433710291463158322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hope to see arctic monkeys when they play the royal albert hall on march 27th. i'm going to try and get presale tickets tomorrow, in standing, of course. i'll be really really lucky if i do get them, as the venue isn't that big and well arctic monkeys are arctic monkeys, you know? but yeah, i really want to see them again and i love the royal albert hall, so fingers crossed! recently i've been listening to this acoustic version of 'no buses' by arctic monkeys quite a bit. i really love the lyrics and it always sounds so lovely acoustically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried on this dress in topshop the other day and i kind of wish i'd bought it. it was quite nice and i now having nothing to wear on saturday evening D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now looked for 'LP' by discovery in three different HMVs and none of them have had it in stock. i'm considering turning to illegal downloading. i have NEVER illegally downloaded an album before. woah, i'm rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really fucking pissed off with nme. i'd been looking forward to the big gig for ages, and i couldn't wait for them to announce the line up. it now turns out that there is no big gig this year just a few gigs not at the o2. but they're still calling it the big gig. it is not the big gig. so, because i was waiting for that i didn't get tickets to the nme awards tour and now i wish i had! i love the maccabees and the big pink and the drums and bombay bicycle club and brixton academy, but it's all sold out! and it's all nme's fault. ugh... have a nice week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hr2kE5jbI/AAAAAAAABaE/foICOZkLCBM/s1600-h/tumblr_kt86s787x71qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hr2kE5jbI/AAAAAAAABaE/foICOZkLCBM/s400/tumblr_kt86s787x71qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433711535563836850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-1976485503625251078?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/1976485503625251078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-just-cause-everybodys-doin-it-does.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1976485503625251078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/1976485503625251078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-just-cause-everybodys-doin-it-does.html' title='and just &apos;cause everybody&apos;s doing it, does that mean that i can, too?'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2hslrfos8I/AAAAAAAABaU/qbrxqQsGS_s/s72-c/20090814154345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2804823137898992335</id><published>2010-01-31T10:41:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:14:47.592Z</updated><title type='text'>there is a light and it never goes out</title><content type='html'>i was going to have a little rant about 'indie kid' (you know from &lt;a href="http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-this-boy-whos-friends-with-my.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post) but then i realised that people who know him read this and would probably notify him. grrrr. so yes, i will have to keep it all to myself :( i wouldn't particularly mind if he read it; i think it would be quite hilarious actually, but it would cause unnecessary bother and i can't be bothered to deal with that. but, i will leave you with this: he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; indie that the band owl city are amongst his favourites atm. woah. yes, you read it right: owl. city. srsly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to westfield with hatty. it was really good. i bought a few CDs, a black lace body and some purple velvet heels. woo. i also ate loads of sushi, mmmmm. the salmon sushi from yo!sushi is soo good! harriette hates the shoes i bought so i put them on at the overground station to embarrass her, then ended up embarrassing myself by overbalancing in them, only to be met by laughter from a group of 10 year olds, haha, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the drums 'summertime!' EP and it really is very good. i wanted to get 'LP' by discovery but hmv didn't have it in stock :( i heard 'so insane' by them and really liked it- i can't wait to get my hands on the rest of the album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's only sunday, but i'm already excited for saturday daytime/evening. is it too early to be looking forward to next weekend already? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm kind of bored. i was forced to get up and make myself a cup of tea as my parents have gone somewhere without telling me and i'm not sure where my sister is. i'm going out later. i better go and get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some nice pictures to go with this post but blogger wont let me upload them D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2804823137898992335?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2804823137898992335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2804823137898992335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2804823137898992335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html' title='there is a light and it never goes out'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-5290747836896259002</id><published>2010-01-29T16:58:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:49:13.194Z</updated><title type='text'>what if you were right first time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaRMT5qvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nl3P7ESnJao/s1600-h/Sailor-Jerry-2-470x477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaRMT5qvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nl3P7ESnJao/s400/Sailor-Jerry-2-470x477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432214458203745010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i (eventually) get tattooed, i want it to be done by someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has gone soo quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to myself that i wasn't going to tweet/blog/update my facebook status about skins, but i've done/am doing all three, haha. personally, i think it's all become a bit far-fetched. like, all the alcohol/weed was believableish as all teenagers are into that, but all this powder and death? errrm, no. i know it's never really been realistic, but still... also, they're blatantly running out of story lines, as next weeks is about that dead girl being a stalker? ring any bells?- sketch! i mean, effy is the new tony, freddie is michelle... they seem to be reversing the genders of a lot of old characters. i know there's new characters but i think skins is; unfortunately, past it's best :( and: the twins are SUCH bad actors! seriously, it's so annoying. i'm only really watching it for JJ now. he's just so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off shopping with hatty tomorrow. we need to get sarah and karina birthday presents and i have no idea what to get either of them... a week tomorrow we're all off to brighton for karina's birthday, woo. then, in the evening we're going back to someone's house, so that should all be good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaQ_NbCPI/AAAAAAAABX0/npDVm8uSMJk/s1600-h/the_smiths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaQ_NbCPI/AAAAAAAABX0/npDVm8uSMJk/s400/the_smiths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432214454686910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in case you were wondering, here's what i've been listening to recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;joy division - unknown pleasures and closer&lt;br /&gt;the smiths - a greatest hits collection i found in the CD rack&lt;br /&gt;the courteenres - st jude&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys - 13 live tracks from 2007 recorded at this festival in barcelona&lt;br /&gt;liam fray &amp;amp; miles kane - 'there is a light that never goes out', if you've not heard their version: click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/theerichardcarr#p/u/1/4DoDTCDgX5U"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've also been listening to loads of the libertines/babyshambles/peter doherty lately... i really hope the libs do reunite in 2010. not necessarily to make another album, as i don't think they could recreate what they had and the environment that they were in, and i'd hate for them to ruin themselves by making a third album that wasn't as great as the first two.. but i'd love them to do a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaRo3bIRI/AAAAAAAABYE/zGw5NjhD_IY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaRo3bIRI/AAAAAAAABYE/zGw5NjhD_IY/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432214465868931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every friday, last lesson i now have yoga. haha. it's actually really relaxing and perfect for a friday afternoon. my back really hurts after it though, probably because i have terrible posture. i had my year book photo taken today; i looked dreadful. i think i'm going to go and get it redone on monday as i look demented and i'd rather that that wasn't published in the year book, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-5290747836896259002?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/5290747836896259002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if-you-were-right-first-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5290747836896259002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/5290747836896259002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if-you-were-right-first-time.html' title='what if you were right first time?'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S2MaRMT5qvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nl3P7ESnJao/s72-c/Sailor-Jerry-2-470x477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-892353975675734159</id><published>2010-01-25T17:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:29:44.241Z</updated><title type='text'>cavorting, and snorting your way through the band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S13TQH2CZQI/AAAAAAAABXc/s38IOHONzAw/s1600-h/court.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S13TQH2CZQI/AAAAAAAABXc/s38IOHONzAw/s400/court.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430728999615751426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other day i realised that don't actually own a copy of 'st. jude' by the courteeners. it's a really great album so i went to hmv after school today to purchase a copy and they didn't have any. i've been listening to them a lot recently and i'd really like to see them play brixton academy in march. the first song they released off of 'falcon' (their new album) 'cross my heart &amp;amp; hope to fly' i really loved. i thought it was great. then i heard 'you overdid it doll' which i must say, was sort of disappointing... i do like it, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; song, but i was hoping for something a little heavier, with more guitars, more anthemic, like previous offerings from them. i think i'd like it more if it wasn't by the courteeners as i don't associate sounds like that with them, if you get me. i think it's good liam fray &amp;amp; co. are exploring new directions and all, but i hope the rest of 'falcon' isn't like 'you overdid it doll' or i may have to rethink my plans to see them... from the couteeners, i want guitars and insulting lyrics, not synths and discoeth beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-892353975675734159?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/892353975675734159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/cavorting-and-snorting-your-way-through.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/892353975675734159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/892353975675734159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/cavorting-and-snorting-your-way-through.html' title='cavorting, and snorting your way through the band'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S13TQH2CZQI/AAAAAAAABXc/s38IOHONzAw/s72-c/court.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2155570995086863317</id><published>2010-01-24T10:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:00:26.035Z</updated><title type='text'>as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;friday was great. my interview went really well. i arrived home to find my urban outfitters stuff (a flowery top and a silence &amp;amp; noise cardie) had arrived, as well as a CD (arctic monkeys at the apollo) that i'd wanted for ages! yesterday was really good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wnpCxDifI/AAAAAAAABXM/T4dSLjtnu6E/s1600-h/cardie2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wnpCxDifI/AAAAAAAABXM/T4dSLjtnu6E/s400/cardie2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430258836772719090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were supposed to be going to camden to see 'nowhere boy' but it was no longer showing :( we still went to camden though. we had to get off at mornington crescent and walk as camden town tube station was closed. it didn't really matter though; it wasn't a long walk. whilst in camden i bought a 6mm ear stretcher, some rings, a bracelet, and some other shizz. we walked around all the market stalls for a bit then caught the tube to bond street. sarah, charlie and karina went to primark (ew) whilst hatty and i went to selfridges (ha). we (hatty and i) used to go to selfridges like, every other weekend, it kind of feels like 'home', haha. we then got wasabi (a sushi place) and went back home to get changed. we all hung around at izzy's in the evening. that was good. it started off really well, some people got a bit pissed off in the middle, so i changed my facebook status to 'you guyz are so lame' and sian changed hers to 'friends are so lame sometimes'- mature, i know. my mother gave sarah and liam a lift home; the car journey was really funny, i don't know why. a lot of 'witty banter' was being thrown around, although, under normal circumstances it wouldn't've been considered that 'witty'. so yeah, my weekend has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkA-91REI/AAAAAAAABVk/uOylssE1vz8/s1600-h/cardie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkA-91REI/AAAAAAAABVk/uOylssE1vz8/s400/cardie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254850022917186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wj_sklzBI/AAAAAAAABVc/3ivnRkXqLI8/s1600-h/DSCF2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wj_sklzBI/AAAAAAAABVc/3ivnRkXqLI8/s400/DSCF2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254827905338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can kind of understand how my (and others) recent hedonistic ways may have pissed some people off, but, to be honest, i'm not going to hang around waiting for others to come find me so we can go do stuff, i mean, if you want to do it, then you just have to be there, like, it's nothing personal if you get left out. sian and hatty and i were discussing this, and, we just want to have a good time, and if others have a problem with that then it's their problem, not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wj_bED2BI/AAAAAAAABVU/Ne3fpInG5dE/s1600-h/graham,+yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wj_bED2BI/AAAAAAAABVU/Ne3fpInG5dE/s400/graham,+yes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254823205492754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkCacQj1I/AAAAAAAABV0/kVfg3pBl09E/s1600-h/DSCF2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkCacQj1I/AAAAAAAABV0/kVfg3pBl09E/s400/DSCF2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254874578161490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkBxuQ4oI/AAAAAAAABVs/O-sq4qZc6I4/s1600-h/DSCF2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wkBxuQ4oI/AAAAAAAABVs/O-sq4qZc6I4/s400/DSCF2587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430254863647826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmiaFE5NI/AAAAAAAABXE/aheUTkJTCo8/s1600-h/DSCF2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmiaFE5NI/AAAAAAAABXE/aheUTkJTCo8/s400/DSCF2526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257623259997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmh8CG-DI/AAAAAAAABW8/Z4G9CfPM-D0/s1600-h/DSCF2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmh8CG-DI/AAAAAAAABW8/Z4G9CfPM-D0/s400/DSCF2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257615194486834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wn6hPf4PI/AAAAAAAABXU/j8yacmCmHUo/s1600-h/DSCF2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wn6hPf4PI/AAAAAAAABXU/j8yacmCmHUo/s400/DSCF2508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430259137011245298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmhrspHoI/AAAAAAAABW0/L369WdGMt14/s1600-h/DSCF2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmhrspHoI/AAAAAAAABW0/L369WdGMt14/s400/DSCF2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257610809482882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmhFg9WVI/AAAAAAAABWs/3l3Kv8P8baU/s1600-h/DSCF2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmhFg9WVI/AAAAAAAABWs/3l3Kv8P8baU/s400/DSCF2537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257600559929682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmgxdEofI/AAAAAAAABWk/x8WZ8sAY9xY/s1600-h/DSCF2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wmgxdEofI/AAAAAAAABWk/x8WZ8sAY9xY/s400/DSCF2539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430257595174920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a lovely sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2155570995086863317?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2155570995086863317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-evening-continues-dignity-fucks-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2155570995086863317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2155570995086863317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-evening-continues-dignity-fucks-off.html' title='as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1wnpCxDifI/AAAAAAAABXM/T4dSLjtnu6E/s72-c/cardie2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-2119771096034038500</id><published>2010-01-22T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:22:23.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1lR8pZx7XI/AAAAAAAABVM/KREHaggOydg/s1600-h/tumblr_kt9h5sfkrb1qa2unso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1lR8pZx7XI/AAAAAAAABVM/KREHaggOydg/s400/tumblr_kt9h5sfkrb1qa2unso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429460928119827826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have my interview for sixth form later. hope it goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-2119771096034038500?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/2119771096034038500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-my-interview-for-sixth-form.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2119771096034038500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/2119771096034038500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-my-interview-for-sixth-form.html' title=''/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1lR8pZx7XI/AAAAAAAABVM/KREHaggOydg/s72-c/tumblr_kt9h5sfkrb1qa2unso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389652754893931768.post-7059038790818716374</id><published>2010-01-20T17:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:08:26.992Z</updated><title type='text'>pin me up or put me down</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 5am and couldn't get back to sleep so i'm really tired...the physics exam was stupid.  i can't really remember most of the the paper... haha. i hadn't revised so i've probably done badly and will have to retake. great. i came home after the exam as i was feeling ill :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you listen to the zane lowe takeover show with the cast of the inbetweeners? it was really entertaining and they played some good music. i was flicking through the pictures and i really think simon bird suits facial hair... haha, anyway, yeah, it was a good show, listen on iplayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1dB2DmN16I/AAAAAAAABVE/q7Jfeu8zs0E/s1600-h/74387_fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1dB2DmN16I/AAAAAAAABVE/q7Jfeu8zs0E/s400/74387_fullsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428880272752760738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i decided to make an 'on-the-go' playlist of what i'm listening to a lot at the moment, here's what's on it: (there's no like, pattern to it, and perhaps some of those tracks weren't meant to be listened to with others, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dirty projectors- stillness is the move&lt;br /&gt;the white stripes - seven nation army&lt;br /&gt;black lips - drugs&lt;br /&gt;lumina- i'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;the horrors - whole new way&lt;br /&gt;yves kein blue - silence is distance&lt;br /&gt;animal collective - my girls&lt;br /&gt;friendly fires - kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys - too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;the drums - i felt stupid&lt;br /&gt;jamie t - the man's machine&lt;br /&gt;egyptian hip hop - rad pitt&lt;br /&gt;metronomy - on dancefloors&lt;br /&gt;the last shadow puppets - wondrous place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you haven't heard any of those tracks, i really suggest you do, they're all great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the weekend, oh so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1c_vzUSnFI/AAAAAAAABUs/358TH5r_CAA/s1600-h/tumblr_kw8jl1w0Ym1qzaxlqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1c_vzUSnFI/AAAAAAAABUs/358TH5r_CAA/s400/tumblr_kw8jl1w0Ym1qzaxlqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428877966280137810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/belllaaa"&gt;http://twitter.com/belllaaa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389652754893931768-7059038790818716374?l=alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/feeds/7059038790818716374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/pin-me-up-or-put-me-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7059038790818716374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389652754893931768/posts/default/7059038790818716374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheprettyvisitors.blogspot.com/2010/01/pin-me-up-or-put-me-down.html' title='pin me up or put me down'/><author><name>isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16110900284036968847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/TU6wzGxAsrI/AAAAAAAACW4/A7Dhryn0wDA/s220/DSCF2512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_2YNJ32fVg/S1dB2DmN16I/AAAAAAAABVE/q7Jfeu8zs0E/s72-c/74387_fullsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:b
