<?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-8063329042579225688</id><updated>2011-09-05T15:55:48.594+01:00</updated><category term='The Weepies'/><category term='Rage Against The Machine'/><category term='Hanson'/><category term='Imogen Heap'/><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='30 Seconds To Mars'/><category term='Bright Eyes'/><category term='Green Day'/><category term='Sleeping At Last'/><category term='Patrick Wolf'/><category term='An Alternative Christmas'/><category term='InMe'/><category term='God Or Juile'/><category term='All Time Low'/><category term='My Chemical Romance'/><category term='Frank Turner'/><category term='Kevin and Bean'/><category term='Saosin'/><category term='Newton Faulkner'/><title type='text'>Doll Parts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-13559451433711590</id><published>2010-10-12T17:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:35:49.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1165</title><content type='html'>It would appear I left without any warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started anew. Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to export this blog from this account and maybe never import it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good run I guess. But I'm a different person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lesbanim.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-13559451433711590?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/13559451433711590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=13559451433711590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/13559451433711590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/13559451433711590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/10/1165.html' title='1165'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1655529024734799727</id><published>2010-07-05T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:06:28.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1164</title><content type='html'>It's time again for another update. There would be more pictures but they're on Wilyum's blackberry. Friday was a bit of an epic day. I was driving to Bristol with Wilyum with a car full of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d left the house in the car, travelling down the M4 and then my brakes decided to fail and catch fire. We ended up perched on the hardshoulder for quite a while whilst some RAC man banged the car with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=123800839.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/123800839.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the car needed a thousand new cables and what so we had to go in the garage to wait to get the car fixed. The part we were waiting for took almost five hours to turn up. FIVE HOURS! I cannot even establish half of the boredom that boyfriend and I suffered sitting in that garage on some of the most uncomfortable seats in the world. AND fixing the car cost over £100. Rubbish rubbish. We got on the road and got to Bristol almost six hours later than we’d intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend turned out to be lovely. I went to a school fete with Wilyum, his mother and Rob. It was a bit boring but it's nice to go out I guess. Sunday was just a flopping day. We watched the tennis and got angry at Nadal. Drove home with no problems and flopped into bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the day today pottering around. It's been odd not having Wilyum around. I finished my book although I've yet to write a review on it. I went out into the garden and went to look at my plants. My poppies are almost ready to bloom. I'm excited, they're so pretty. My wildflowers are blooming too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw these newly potted pansies. I bought a packet of pansy seeds but never got around to planting them but my Dad seems to have done it for me. I love pansies. I'll wait until they grow a little bigger and then plant them out into my garden patch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0026-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0026-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been quite garden related. I haven't got much to say really. I haven't done much and I don't really have plans. I might go out tomorrow and take photos- depending on the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1655529024734799727?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1655529024734799727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1655529024734799727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1655529024734799727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1655529024734799727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/1164.html' title='1164'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8302185714346833707</id><published>2010-07-01T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:40:50.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1163</title><content type='html'>Dude. I haven't blogged in TIME. It's been so busy this past week n'half. I've helped Wilyum move out of his flat and into his new one. Lots of stuff. I've adopted a hamster cage and a few pictures. I also found this little woollen hat from the memo tree. It's made a lovely hat for my pet rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0009-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0009-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wilyum and I started moving stuff out last Friday. He's been staying this entire week which has been totally lovely. We've watched a lot of Wimbledon and football. We've also done a lot of jigsaws :) The first was of a pair of foxes, the second of a rather sinister kitten and one that's a map of Africa. I helped with the last one the most, it was easiest :P Turns out I'm not very good at jigsaws :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0006-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0006-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0010-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0010-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0013-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0013-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out charity shopping too. I bought 7 books and a new teapot and a cute little bunny. It was also rather hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Wilyum goes home and I'm staying up in Yate for a day or two. At the moment I'm too tired and hot to recall anything else that's happened this past week. But fuck me, it's July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8302185714346833707?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8302185714346833707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8302185714346833707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8302185714346833707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8302185714346833707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/07/1163.html' title='1163'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5059617776238303972</id><published>2010-06-23T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:06:06.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1162</title><content type='html'>Technology and life in general isn't being my friend today. My external won't connect to my computer, it's too hot, tumblr is broken, twitter keeps being overcapacitated, people are annoying me and I ache very bad. I forgot to ask my doctor for some stronger painkillers but I start my new anti depressants tomorrow. I guess that's something. I want to go to bed in my comfy Top Man pullover but it's just too hot :(&lt;br /&gt;I started reading The Catcher In The Rye too. Whether it's my mood or just the book but I'm 30 pages in and not very impressed. I can't read any more today because my eyes refuse to focus on anything. My eyes get tired quicker than the rest of me so unless I'm really awake I can't read past 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also looking forward to snuggling down and watching Peter Rabbit. But like I said, my external is broken. Luckily, I have the audiobook :) I was going to listen to Boosh on audio but apparently that's fucked off along with my Jonquil album, Billy Elliot and Finding Nemo. I'm very cross. But I have this new juice, it's summer fruits with barley and it's very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the museum and Coopers field today. I took a few photos. &lt;a href="http://teka-zuri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Take a look.&lt;/a&gt; S'all good. I feel productive... Well, productive enough any way.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I sleep okay tonight. I keep waking up with a very high heart rate and I can't breathe and it's not very nice. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture I took of my favourite butterfly. I don't know what it's called though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0022-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0022-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5059617776238303972?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5059617776238303972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5059617776238303972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5059617776238303972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5059617776238303972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1162.html' title='1162'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2881229042961450905</id><published>2010-06-21T22:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:50:25.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1161</title><content type='html'>Today's been rather alright. Done a few productive things. I went to the Post Office to post my boots. £50 in the bank now from selling that. I went to the Deri and bought some wildlife books from my babysitting money. When Dad got home I presented him with his Father's day present. He's so happy with it. I think we'll have a cinema night on Saturday or something. Invictus (which is what I bought him) is such a lovely film, I haven't seen it in a while. Father and I also put up my mirror and made holes for where my kitten canvases are going. That should be all up tomorrow. I need to put my photos in frames and have them put up too. Lots to do, lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a very crafty day. I've been doing a few projects and made a start on a present for Wilyum. First off I jumped on the record melting bandwagon and made a little bowl from a Bullet For My Valentine record that I'm pretty sure I've never even listened to. It's made a lovely holder for some mints :) I'm going to go gather more records when I have the time. I want to see if I can make a plate, bowl and cup set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0006-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0006-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started painting a box that's been lying around for a few months. With just one colour mix of white and red I managed to get the colour almost perfectly matched to my bedroom wall colour. I was rather proud of that :)&lt;br /&gt;I've started to stick some shells on it. I'm not quite sure what I really want to use it for though... I might use it as a crafty pot... but I already have a button box and a ribbon box... hmmm. We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0001-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0001-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0002-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0002-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And what I made for Wilyum and myself the other day- a pet rock. I think they're ever so cute, even if he does look a little sinister. I was going to name him George, but the PJ Tips monkey that sits next to him is already called George so I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think I'll go to Hobbycraft and possibly a few charity shops. Mother says I should go and have tea with my Nana and Grandad which I might do, I'm not sure. It'll depend on my mood I guess. I'm quite enjoying being crafty at the moment. It's very calming :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2881229042961450905?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2881229042961450905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2881229042961450905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2881229042961450905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2881229042961450905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1161.html' title='1161'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8272450415969565252</id><published>2010-06-18T22:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:08:19.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1160</title><content type='html'>So toady, I've spent most of my time drawing cowboy hats onto sharks. And giving stingrays smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l47wzisNyS1qzya49o1_400.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l47wzisNyS1qzya49o1_400.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l481gpkumQ1qawrwto1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l481gpkumQ1qawrwto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look very unhappy when they don't have superimposed smiles on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm not doing the triathlon tomorrow. It's kinda annoying but I'm just going to do it as a solo effort on some other day. Get a bit more training in beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all my cats too. I shall take a picture and upload when they're all put on my wall :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Yate tomorrow I thinks. That'll make for a nice day out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8272450415969565252?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8272450415969565252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8272450415969565252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8272450415969565252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8272450415969565252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1160.html' title='1160'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6198757549763028988</id><published>2010-06-17T21:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:23:53.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1159</title><content type='html'>So it's all been a'happnin' this week. Well, it hasn't, but I feel productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to upload some photos but I never got around to it. Mother and I went to the beach on Saturday to look for shells. We didn't find many but had a good time anyway. I kinda wish I'd taken my good camera. We went for a walk up on the cliffs afterwards and there were some beautiful butterflies. I didn't even try to take their photos with my shitty little camera. BUT we saw starfish. I don't know if I can ever remember seeing starfish on a British beach- they were alive n'all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4300.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4305.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4307.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4309.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a bit of a bad day and I spent most of it indoors. But Tuesday and Wednesday I went to the gym. I was going to go today but I'm too tired. I've signed up for a charity triathlon for Saturday. Whether I'll get around to doing it is another thing. My gym is terrible at organising things. But if it does happen I get a shirt and it's gonna be cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I've really done. Today I did a lot of house work and tomorrow I'm gonna go to the gym and pick up sister and her boyfriend who is coming to stay. I think we're having a family BBQ on Sunday at the beach. I might take my camera and just potter off and take photos. Wilyum isn't down this week either which makes me sad. I haven't seen him in an entire week. I know. ZOMG. Stop everything. It seems an awful long time when I normally see him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah. I'm bored and I don't know what to do with myself. I might continue reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An American Psycho&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really progressing with it. Should be finished by tomorrow night if I keep going :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6198757549763028988?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6198757549763028988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6198757549763028988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6198757549763028988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6198757549763028988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1159.html' title='1159'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8860154191099733219</id><published>2010-06-14T22:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:50:05.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1158</title><content type='html'>I want friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's probably just a cry for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centER&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=200fntx_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/200fntx_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8860154191099733219?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8860154191099733219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8860154191099733219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8860154191099733219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8860154191099733219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1158.html' title='1158'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7318628520752998175</id><published>2010-06-10T14:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:05:34.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1157</title><content type='html'>So, I'm on these new pills. Mirtarzapine they're called. They've made me a zombie this entire week. I officially left my job and have spent the whole week in my bed sleeping and getting grumpier by the day. It's totally awful. They're making me over eat and over sleep so of course I've put on weight like a motherbitch. It's rather unfortunate. I've stopped taking them now. They aren't really helping at all. I have doctors in two weeks so maybe something will be sorted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's been re-done though. It's all finished and wonderful. The paint is a lot pinker than I really like, but it blends nicely with the furniture and the new bedspread. I've made a start on some of the art that I want putting up to. The second picture is one of the nine canvas pieces I'm making to do a 3x3 picture spread of a cat and piano. Sometimes, I out cool myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_00014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_00014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_00012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_00012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think what else to write about. I'm not doing anything new or have done anything spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people are reading, hi y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7318628520752998175?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7318628520752998175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7318628520752998175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7318628520752998175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7318628520752998175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1157.html' title='1157'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4321525882943070005</id><published>2010-06-02T19:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:17:03.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1156</title><content type='html'>I'm sure when my new life of freeness comes into place I'll have the time and energy to blog about all the cool and trendy stuff I've been doing with my days. Today I bought some ace stuff in a charity shop. A skirt, a bag, a teapot, jigsaw and the most amazing pair of 50p flipflops- I bought two pairs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I went out on the boats today at Roath Park. It was lovely. There were baby geese and baby swans all around and it was just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springwatch has started again too and I'm all in wildlife fever. I might actually get up early tomorrow and go sit in the hide down at forest farm for a few hours. I'm sure I'll keep you informed and updated if I do go out. I should really tell my boss I'm not coming back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN2931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN2931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN2936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN2936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN2938.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN2938.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4321525882943070005?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4321525882943070005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4321525882943070005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4321525882943070005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4321525882943070005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/06/1156.html' title='1156'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-177496747015419808</id><published>2010-05-30T07:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:08:27.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1155</title><content type='html'>All I seem to do is work and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to blog reviews about &lt;i&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Lights&lt;/i&gt; but I haven't had the time or the energy. I barely have the energy now and I have to go out to work in twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room re-do is well under way though. Look, almost empty. Exciting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4295.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-177496747015419808?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/177496747015419808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=177496747015419808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/177496747015419808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/177496747015419808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1155.html' title='1155'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5989591021626177391</id><published>2010-05-24T17:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:00:14.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1154</title><content type='html'>Due to recent absence and much thought, I've figured that keeping a blog to update when I feel like it is a much better idea than keeping a blog every day for the sake of it. I mean, I've posted every day for three and a half years, I think that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, blogging every day kinda takes the fun out of it. I'm sure if I post every three days or something I'll actually write something worth reading. For example this week, for the days that I haven't blogged I've done nothing but work and then sit at home. Well, yesterday I went to see Wilyum for a bit but we didn't do much because he was feeling poorly. We did have some quite lovely pie though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Wilyum and I went to the bay. It's still five billion degrees here in Cardiff but today we went out to go and see a Bob Dylan exhibition thing at the Castle Galleries. It's his birthday today. He's sixty nine apparently. Crazy man. Oh, these photos are all taken by Wilyum. I'm sure he won't mind me stealing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan's art was rather fanciful. I'm not a total fan but I thought it was cute. We walked up to the church and to the lighthouse boat. There were such a cute little family of swans all cheeping away. Cute little things. There's nothing cuter than baby anythings :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMG_1159.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did more walkings up to the barrage that ties with Penarth. By then I'm pretty sure Wilyum was ready to die in a heap and ready to kill me in a heap for making him walk all that way in the heat. I thought it was totally lovely. You can easily see Flat Holm, Steep Holm and Weston from there. Especially on such a lovely day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back and had lunch on the light ship. Then I went up to hospital to have my little operation. I'm still hurting and I've missed work. I still don't know it mother phoned in to say I'm sick. I try and avoid my boss at all costs. Unless you know her, it's quite hard to describe how she is. A pain, and a serious one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't got anything planned for my evening. I really need to just stay sat down. I might break out my book and have another read. Although it is rather too hot to concentrate on anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5989591021626177391?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5989591021626177391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5989591021626177391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5989591021626177391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5989591021626177391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1154.html' title='1154'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2825477261091596002</id><published>2010-05-20T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:25:18.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1153</title><content type='html'>Drinking so much last night was a seriously bad idea. I don't actually think it was the fact that I drank quite a bit- I only had 4 and a half pints which is the exact same I had last time I was out. I shouldn't have drunk so much when I felt so ill. I got in from the pub and was sick, had a very rough sleep and was sick in the morning. I pretty much spent the entire morning vomiting. It was horrible. No headache, I was just being sick and shivering like mad. I had a bath around midday and managed to rest up and fall asleep in bed for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the day not doing much. I've been feeling like death. I'm still wondering whether I'll be okay for work tomorrow. Mah. I managed to finish the first Lord Of The Rings book and I watched a few Disney films. That's pretty much it. Oh, and I tumbled a fair bit of John Lennon too. Jumping on the retro bandwagon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=johnlennon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/johnlennon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2825477261091596002?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2825477261091596002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2825477261091596002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2825477261091596002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2825477261091596002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1153.html' title='1153'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4721943035562619218</id><published>2010-05-19T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:21:54.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1152</title><content type='html'>Early works today. All done by midday and I was in bed trying to sleep. Didn't though, I felt sick and I kept on getting terrible dreams when I drifted off for 5 minutes at a time. I shouldn't have gone out really but I suppose it's good to. Went up to the pub with work friends and that's pretty much it. We placed a few ace games of pool and it was just a thoroughly pleasant evening.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I finished off watching House MD and Desperate Housewives which have now both finished until September. I miss House every time it goes away. Good ending. Well, I thought so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Via WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20080722210213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20080722210213.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4721943035562619218?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4721943035562619218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4721943035562619218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4721943035562619218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4721943035562619218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1152.html' title='1152'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6009538021970421068</id><published>2010-05-18T21:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:17:13.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1151</title><content type='html'>All I can do is apologise. To you, to all of you. I take things too seriously, over think, under think. Assume, presume and generally make an ass of myself. I'm scared, so scared, so worried. In my mind I'm being constantly judged by everyone. They're taking account of everything I say, everything I do. So I need to be careful. If I do something wrong, I need to say sorry. It must be down to anxiety. That or my weird, weird head. I don't know. I can't explain it. Explaining is what I do damnit! I'm so scared of putting my foot out of line with the people I love, I over apologise and that ends up doing more damage than good- so I apologise for that too. Retarded is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to talk much about my day. It's been uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=1274218717_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/1274218717_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6009538021970421068?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6009538021970421068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6009538021970421068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6009538021970421068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6009538021970421068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1151.html' title='1151'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6699837360688020801</id><published>2010-05-17T22:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:28:50.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1150</title><content type='html'>Today's been a right old mix. I've had quite a productive time without really doing much. My mind has been on fire with thoughts that I really should write out. I managed to finish my scarf and I'm so close to finishing &lt;i&gt;Lord Of The Rings&lt;/i&gt;. I don't get all the hype about that book. It's beautifully written, like it's a whole different world. So accurate it feels real, but is there really need for so many songs and irrelevant drivel? Probably not. I'll give it a while before I start on the others. I started &lt;i&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt; last night and although I know the story, it has promise from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of much else I've done with my day. I've tried to fiddle with my phone. It keeps crashing because there are too many messages on it. I haven't deleted any since February and it's making it very slow. It can't even delete them without crashing so I have to do them ten at a time. It's a painful and boring process and I really can't be bothered with it. I've also been trying Omegle today, intermittently. I don't even know why. Trying to find someone to talk to. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is starting to get rather annoyed with me constantly talking to him all the time about every insignificant little thing. I don't know. I'll fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've somehow just lost all power of speech. I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=2003_The_Lord_of_the_Ring_The_Retur.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/2003_The_Lord_of_the_Ring_The_Retur.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6699837360688020801?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6699837360688020801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6699837360688020801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6699837360688020801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6699837360688020801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1150.html' title='1150'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6289036668419478495</id><published>2010-05-16T23:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:18:06.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1149</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I'm still going. I've been up since 06:45 and I've had an hour nap and I'm not a big ball of death. What the hell?! I lay around in bed for two hours, but it still doesn't account for how awake I feel right now. Work was exhausting n'all. The guy I'm normally with has left so I had to take on all his work too, which meant I barely stopped all morning. I went to ASDA to go and do some shopping and I bought a cute outfit and two new pairs of flipflops. I have no idea why. I think I've got a sevire case of impulsiveness today. Something like that. I'm saying things without really thinking about it. Not so much in a bad way, but a strange way. My mind is alive tonight but caged. I'd rather it not be so alive so I could sleep. I want to write. I feel the need, the urge to write. I hate that I never have a thing to write about. A few years ago it was when I had these moods I produced my best artwork. The majority of my art stuff is in boxes now and plus, I have no ideas. At least then I had goals and deadlines. That is the one thing that is pretty much 100% missing from my life right now. The only thing I really need to do is work and that doesn't really involve much effort, mental effort anyway. I know I'm going to miss it when I leave in September. I've made such good friends with my colleagues and even some of my customers. I found out that one of them, Ray, who's in his early seventies, has cancer. It made me well and truly sad. We never exchange more than a few words at a time but it still upset me a bit. Another one of my favourites, Mrs Beckford who is one hundred and four years old! Total insanity. She's so active and crazy I refuse to believe she's that old. Enough about that. See, I told you I was in a really rambly mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself tomorrow. I really want to go and see Wilyum but he's got very important revision to do. I'm working about twenty hours this week with a few things going on at other times. I say that, I've got an Amber Project meeting on Tuesday. I'm going to meet the head lady. Her name is Caryl. She sounds very nice. I need to go to the office and we'll have a cup of tea and chat, about what I don't really know. If she thinks going to Amber will be good for me, that'll be something to do on my Friday nights. I really should try and go to the gym tomorrow. I haven't been for two weeks. Knowing my luck, my energetic mood today will be replaced by total apathy and exhaustion tomorrow. Who wants to bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've run myself out of words and have nothing better to say. I need to make lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I took yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l2h7dthd6l1qawrwto1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l2h7dthd6l1qawrwto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6289036668419478495?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6289036668419478495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6289036668419478495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6289036668419478495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6289036668419478495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1149.html' title='1149'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-86610353432184602</id><published>2010-05-15T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:15:03.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1148</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning feeling a bit sick. Up early nonetheless. My mind likes to taunt me on my days off, waking me up at god knows early in the morning when I need not be awake. It meant I was all up and ready to go out by ten though. I went to pick up Wilyum and we went up to the Wenallt and took some photos. I'll put them on my photoblog in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventured home and watched the football. Well, part of it. I never seem able to stay awake for an entire football match. Pathetic is what is it. Boo. Chelsea won anyway. I was impartial and wasn't really awake to pay much attention to it. Wilyum left soon after and I went to bed and had a proper sleep. Awoke later to fussle round and clean my room and put more things in boxes. In bed and trying to sleep by half past eleven. My life is so damn exciting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=chelsea-FA-Cup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/chelsea-FA-Cup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-86610353432184602?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/86610353432184602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=86610353432184602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/86610353432184602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/86610353432184602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1148.html' title='1148'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2815367567288739251</id><published>2010-05-14T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:11:01.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1147</title><content type='html'>Woke up feeling a little sick. Quite unlike us, we didn't get out of bed until about nine in the morning. Caught up on our Eastenders, got showered and went out. We went to the old antique shop that I've been wanting to visit for years but could never find because it's hidden away behind some buildings. The place is huge and smells like damp. In a good way, like the smell of old books and dust. I'm not sure what the point of that shop actually is. None of the junk is really in good enough condition neither is it special enough to be sold at a good price yet a lot of the stuff in there was quite heavily priced. That said, I would easily fork over £200 for a second hand grandfather clock. I was very tempted to get a kitten plate for £1 but it had a little chip in the corner... and I realised I didn't have any place to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit ill but had to go home for work. Parted with Wilyum and then did my 5 hour shift. It very nearly killed me. Everyone at work was feeling a bit shite so we all decided to go out to the pub for a meal. A different pub this time, it's about a mile walk away but it's so much more cosy and I didn't get IDed, which is always good. We sat and chatted and ate pizza and it was a truly good time. Plus I was home and in my bed by midnight. Winners :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=4193088689_7bdcbfbf2c_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/4193088689_7bdcbfbf2c_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2815367567288739251?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2815367567288739251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2815367567288739251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2815367567288739251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2815367567288739251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1147.html' title='1147'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6325798545169685535</id><published>2010-05-13T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:04:25.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1146</title><content type='html'>Yet again I got all behind on my blogs. Bollocks. Today is Thursday and I can't even remember what I did with myself. I probably went to go see Wilyum. In fact, I did. Ah yes! I spent the day around the house and then I went to the pub with Wilyum's uni friends. They're all so lovely. Wilyum kept playing George Harrison on the jukebox. Some awesome man sitting in the George Harrison-esq chair was air guitaring along. Now he's christened as the most awesome man ever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kzgm5wfenN1qaaowno1_400_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kzgm5wfenN1qaaowno1_400_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6325798545169685535?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6325798545169685535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6325798545169685535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6325798545169685535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6325798545169685535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1146.html' title='1146'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3062928296461769083</id><published>2010-05-12T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:14:24.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1145</title><content type='html'>I don't really understand relationships based on lies. Just watching Eastenders  and every one is lying about everything. Eastenders is more real-life then it might seem. I don't understand why people lie, even tiny white lies. Lies for no reason. If you're doing something that you need to lie about- just don't do it. Granted, I lie. There's only one person I don't lie to, because I never need to. I never do anything to upset him or anything I need lie about. Almost everyone lies, or even if they don't they twist the truth. As sappy and lame as they are, I want a relationship like my parents have. They're so sweet. They argue like any couple sometimes but they never lie about anything, even when keeping surprise secrets about parties or gifts. Every story is always cheating and lying. No wonder everything has gotten all screwy with people and their lives. It's why Skins has made me so cross. I can't think of one relationship where someone hasn't cheated on the other. Hmmm. I don't know why I really felt the need to write about that, I guess blogs are here to write shit on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has somehow worn me out. Crazy. I did four hours of work today and came home and had a little sleep. I met up with Bethan in Starbucks for a little chat and a coffee. Afterwards I went to see Wilyum and stayed there all evening. I came home earlier than I planned, so tired from the &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; that I've done today. I really don't understand the way my body works. Mah. I could ramble on about how I don't understand but that wouldn't get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day off. I'm gonna go to the gym, call the Amber Project and go to Wilyum's for the night. Sounds like a good day to me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kv2v4b9l6Q1qzz3tno1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kv2v4b9l6Q1qzz3tno1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3062928296461769083?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3062928296461769083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3062928296461769083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3062928296461769083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3062928296461769083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1145.html' title='1145'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7693998570426322689</id><published>2010-05-11T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:11:22.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1144</title><content type='html'>I hate on days off when I wake up stupidly early for no reason. It's like my brain is teasing me- the bastard. But yeah, I was up at five and just lay in bed trying to sleep and make the most of the fact that I didn't need to be in work until eleven. No such luck. So I watched some House and L Word and got up and went to work which was just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wilyum's straight after work and we sat around and watched Life On Mars. I quite like it, never seen it before but I might download some. I cooked pasta for tea that was actually really nice. That's been pretty much it with my day. You may not think so, but that's what I'd count as a super productive day. Two places? AND cooking? Crazy times. Too much effort for me at any rate :P &lt;br /&gt;It's rather upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kwyzlw6bXS1qahyheo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kwyzlw6bXS1qahyheo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7693998570426322689?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7693998570426322689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7693998570426322689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7693998570426322689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7693998570426322689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1144.html' title='1144'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3979633854137876462</id><published>2010-05-10T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:06:15.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1143</title><content type='html'>An early start is never really the best, but we had tea and it was all cool. Xena and I left the hotel at twenty past six in the morning with hope that it wouldn't take long to locate the bus stop. Oh, so very wrong. It took us over an hour to find the bloody thing. We had to ask over five people and if the bus had been on time, we would've missed it. Luckily, it was ten minutes late and we managed to find it just before it was about to leave. Journey home wasn't particularly fun. Xena got sick and I was just really uncomfy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home and in my bed by eleven o'clock and just went to sleep. Spent the rest of the day flopping around the house. Well, it's what I do best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l1yxm9Rmfr1qbn4n5o1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l1yxm9Rmfr1qbn4n5o1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3979633854137876462?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3979633854137876462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3979633854137876462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3979633854137876462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3979633854137876462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1143.html' title='1143'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4741977673609908315</id><published>2010-05-09T23:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:58:35.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1142</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he does have his mind set on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_niy2ZM5Jo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_niy2ZM5Jo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Hole day. After work I met Xena at the station and we started on our Birmingham adventure. The bus journey was a bit boring. I tried to sleep but that didn't work. We arrived at about six in the evening and went to McDonalds for a drink and to eat our sammiches. Headed to the o2, luckily knowing where it was this time. Saving many a mile walking around trying to find it... like last time. We were in academy 2 I think, it was nice and new. There was a sofa by the merch stall and Xena and I commandeered it for the first two acts. We truly suck :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hole took forever to come on but it was rather worth it. A good selection of the new and old classics. Celebrity Skin, Malibu, Doll Parts :) I'm not the hugest fan of the new album but it was good to hear. Courtney was tired, quite obviously. Either that or she really couldn't be bothered, but then, neither could I :P&lt;br /&gt;She showed her bum right at the end too :P She's so cool. Paha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the hotel without getting raped or attacked or such like. £19 for our room was pretty damn good. It was a big room, nice bathroom and free tea and coffee. Compared to the last time I went away and it cost £40 to get a room without a bloody window- our room tonight was just great. Fell asleep to the Johnny Depp movie &lt;i&gt;Blow&lt;/i&gt;. The bed was comfy too. A good day all round :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l1ioalxSoP1qzm7s5o1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l1ioalxSoP1qzm7s5o1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4741977673609908315?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4741977673609908315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4741977673609908315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4741977673609908315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4741977673609908315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1142.html' title='1142'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3254049124739703612</id><published>2010-05-08T21:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:42:50.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1141</title><content type='html'>So it's the penultimate day of the 30 day quiz thing. Months go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have dreams or plans for anything. I'm dead annoying like that. I'd like to say I take every day as it comes but I really don't. I sit around until I find the motivation to do something productive. Normally doesn't even result in me leaving the house. I know in the summer I'm going to Scotland, I hope to get back to school in September. And a few weeks after that I'm 18... I don't even know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=34636510_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/34636510_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3254049124739703612?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3254049124739703612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3254049124739703612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3254049124739703612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3254049124739703612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1141.html' title='1141'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5143893607864003289</id><published>2010-05-07T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:17:52.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1140</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 28 — This year, in great detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January, I got a boyfriend :D February, I dropped out of school and got a job. March, I went to gigs. April, I worked a lot. May, is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up intermittently throughout the election night. I don't really know what I was expecting. We're not as quick and efficient as America and almost 24 hours after the polls have closed we've still got one constituency to declare. We've got a hung Parliament anyway. No party has a majority which means, if we stick with a minority government, legislation is going to take forever to get through. David Cameron got 306 seats, Labour 258 and Lib Dems got 57. Still one to declare though, not that it'll make a slight bit of difference. Even if Labour decide to stay in power and form a coalition with the Lib Dems, they still won't have enough seats for a majority. I don't think Nick Clegg will take that risk. I found this on the BBC website. Sums up what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=hoc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/hoc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cameron has made him an offer and I think he'll take it. It makes sense to. That'll be 363 seats for them which is 37 above the majority line. No party is perfect but I think a Lib Dem/Conservative coalition will be good. If Clegg can push through electoral reform that'll be even better. My constituency went to the Conservatives and my parents aren't pleased. I'll be honest, I'm rather indifferent. Cardiff North has always been a Labour seat for as long as I can remember and Julie Morgan was good. This Jonathan Evans guy better be good. I might look him up on the internet... Okay, I'm done :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to snuggle with Wilyum for the morning and we stayed there for a few hours. He still felt a bit ill :( We went up to the Deri and Wilyum bought buns and I got a Euro Millions and some seed for the birds. He left to go back to Bristol around midday and I've spent the rest of the day flopping around and really not doing much. I finish packing up all my books and started taking down my posters. I got about 1/4 of the way through when I just got bored of it. I didn't quite realise how much shit I had on my walls. Well, it's night now and I'm gonna read a book and go to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kxqwsbKV3g1qasbnm_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kxqwsbKV3g1qasbnm_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5143893607864003289?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5143893607864003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5143893607864003289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5143893607864003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5143893607864003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1140.html' title='1140'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6363619696029988875</id><published>2010-05-06T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:37:50.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1139</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do much with my days except work. That's really it. Work, visiting boyfriend and the occasional hospital appointment. Oh, I went to the cinema this month... I need to get out more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a very important day in the UK. Election day. I can't even vote but I take a very big interest. I'm sure I'll update y'all tomorrow about what's happening/happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum and I didn't get out of bed for ages this morning but we did eventually and came back to my place. I went out to work and Wilyum slept and watched House :P&lt;br /&gt;After my shift, I came home, showered. We had tea and then started our election night 'party' as it were. It was all set out to be a party. We had pizza and crisps and popcorn but turns out, we're not made out for such stuff. We both felt ill and went to bed before half past eleven :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Apathy-in-the-UK-600x334_large.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Apathy-in-the-UK-600x334_large.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6363619696029988875?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6363619696029988875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6363619696029988875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6363619696029988875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6363619696029988875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1139.html' title='1139'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-421143260661150393</id><published>2010-05-05T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:32:37.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1138</title><content type='html'>I need to get my head around this blogging. I'm behind again. Actually writing this on Friday. It's all been crazy. I should just blog at boyfriend's house rather than get behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the need for doing this. One, because I can't remember and two, because it's all on here anyway. And... because I'm lazy and can't be bothered :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday today and early works. All done by midday though and Steve was around which always makes a shift more fun. I skipped off to meet Wilyum after work and we trailed around Roath in the charity shops for a bit. I bought a Welsh rugby jersey for £3 and &lt;i&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/i&gt; which I need to read. That said, it's in a box now, as I've started to pack up my room. We went home and had a sleep and pottered around the flat for the rest of the day. Watched &lt;i&gt;Bring It On&lt;/i&gt; and I'm quite sad that I never had it in my life earlier. Damn you and bless you Kirsten Dunst :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kvhloup8Tc1qzcdx6o1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kvhloup8Tc1qzcdx6o1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-421143260661150393?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/421143260661150393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=421143260661150393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/421143260661150393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/421143260661150393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1138.html' title='1138'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3001527999240508818</id><published>2010-05-04T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:21:29.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1137</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at very different times during the morning. I was at my boyfriend's house and we were listening to The Gaslight Anthem. I had a lot of little weird dreams during my snoozes in the morning. I got up and out of bed at about 07:30 to make a cup of tea because I had to leave at 8am because of new stupid parking rules. So I got dressed and left Wilyum's at 8:00. He gave me some sweets to eat on the way. They were super yummy. I took the back route home, by Gabalfa roundabout and up through Birchgrove and into Rhiwbina. My journey only took me twenty minutes, which is really good for a school morning. I dumped my stuff upstairs and turned my laptop on. I went to get a bowl of frosties and a glass of orange juice and consumed them whilst I caught up on my tumblr and my blogs. I read a letter my boyfriend wrote to me and ripped the CD's given to me by Steve. His bands &lt;i&gt;Punks Not Dad&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Calum Ross &amp; The Scarlets&lt;/i&gt; are pretty damn good, especially the latter. I bought 3 tickets for &lt;i&gt;Lights&lt;/i&gt; on the 27th of May for myself, Wilyum and sister. I made a smoothie with fruit juice, orange juice, blueberries, strawberries, pineapple and soya yogurt. The pineapple was a bad idea and made the smoothie taste a bit bad. I then tidied my room a little bit and listened to Kate Nash.&lt;br /&gt;I headed out for work at about 10:53 after making myself some juice. I spent my shift sorting crisps, putting wine on the shelves, serving customers, putting cigarettes in the cigarette rack and price checking. I also ate some quavers and some soft mints and a chocolate mouse. At 15:32 I left with some big boxes, which I'm going to use to put books in when I re-decorate. I came home, sat down at my laptop and started downloading House and eating an even bigger bag of quavers.&lt;br /&gt;I curled up in bed, switched on House and fell asleep. Woke up at 19:38 and had a chat with mother. Wilyum and I arranged our election night party, which will essentially consist of us in a den, drinking a bottle of wine and probably falling asleep by 1am. I went downstairs to get my tea, despite still feeling full of crisps.&lt;br /&gt;After House I decided to take a shower, then I sat down and watched Desperate Housewives. I also noticed a little thing on the floor. Turned out to be one of my newts. Dead. I honestly didn't think there was a way they could get out. At least 5 inches of space between the water and the top of the tank... I went out to the garden to go and empty the tank and put the newts back and turns out they've all gone. I went around and tried to find them for a bit and watched a bit of Eastenders. I still feel bad about that. Every pet I have seems to just die. I take good care of them, feed them and clean them. They always die or people kill them or they're rouge :( It makes me so upset.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched Eastenders and then I got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bed now and I will sleep. Oh so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Enough detail? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l1vr4bPbeK1qzwbejo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l1vr4bPbeK1qzwbejo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3001527999240508818?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3001527999240508818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3001527999240508818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3001527999240508818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3001527999240508818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1137.html' title='1137'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8153345184897422425</id><published>2010-05-03T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:33:03.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1136</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest little thing ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lesbanim.tumblr.com/post/570417931/day-24-whatever-tickles-your-fancy-the-cutest"&gt;Hedgehog :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank holiday. And guess who's working? Yeah, me. It's a bit shit for only an extra £1 an hour. I feared it was going to be as dull and horrible as it was last bank holiday when no one came in and it was so boring. Luckily, it was rather busy and I wasn't too bored. Steve was there too and he always makes a shift fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went up to ASDA to buy snacks and took sister into town, drove to Wilyum's house and stayed there. We napped for two hours and then watched Robin Hood Prince Of Thieves. The internet was down so we couldn't watch Glee or anything. Boo :(&lt;br /&gt;Had the nicest pizza ever though. Big-up to ASDA and your cheap but yummy pizza :D Didn't even make it to the end of Robin Hood. We were tired and went to bed. We get lamer by the day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=30641.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/30641.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8153345184897422425?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8153345184897422425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8153345184897422425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8153345184897422425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8153345184897422425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1136.html' title='1136'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8456227896731867562</id><published>2010-05-02T23:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:21:04.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1135</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesn't really count as a video but it's one of my favourite things on youtube. Dubstep is hard to mix with anything, let alone Bright Eyes. I know I've posted this a fair few times but it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - &lt;i&gt;No One Would Riot For Less (dubstep remix)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhAOr7EjKBo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhAOr7EjKBo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having work so stupidly early in the morning. It's such an effort to get up and out of bed. Especially when I didn't really get home until midnight. My own fault I know, but it's a bit of a pain. I told my boss I had to leave early so I got 45 minutes off. Better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother took me to the medieval fair at Cosmeston Lakes. I quite liked it. Wasn't as good as I thought it would've been and all the things to buy were really expensive. I was close to buying myself a dagger... :P I just took a lot of photos which I need to upload to photoblog. They're not particularly great but it's something. &lt;br /&gt;We stopped off to had a cup of tea at Nana's, came home, had my tea and collapsed. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep for a fair few hours and woke up at 8pm a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0122.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8456227896731867562?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8456227896731867562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8456227896731867562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8456227896731867562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8456227896731867562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1135.html' title='1135'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3646861121364678652</id><published>2010-05-01T23:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:19:14.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1134</title><content type='html'>No work. Day off :D&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck is it May already? I refuse to believe it. I ran off to Wilyumses last night. And just fell asleep almost as soon as I got there. Very, very tired. Just bumed around today. Ami, Wilyum and I went to the cinema to go and see &lt;i&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not normally a fan of the cinema but I thought it was pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;That's another eventful day :P Lazed around the flat for the rest of the day, ordered some food and watched a really shit shark film with LL Cool J in it. I can't  remember for the life o'me what it was called. A lovely night of shite TV. Doctor Who wasn't all too bad either. I quite like Matt Smith. He's no David Tennant though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 22 — A website&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really spend time on specific websites that aren't social networking. I'm gonna use this excuse to plug my own tumblr :)&lt;br /&gt;http://lesbanim.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l1t6hsLKjN1qale4do1_500_larg.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l1t6hsLKjN1qale4do1_500_larg.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3646861121364678652?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3646861121364678652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3646861121364678652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3646861121364678652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3646861121364678652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/1134.html' title='1134'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1794013337318602357</id><published>2010-04-30T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:18:08.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1133</title><content type='html'>It seems that I have somehow been distracted by everything in life. It's now Tuesday and I'm trying to catch up on everything. My memory is terrible I forget what I've done the day before, let alone 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to cover work for Claire, came back, slept and went to ASDA. Yeah. That's been my day. Wilyum's finally done with all his work so I might go and see him tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 21 — A recipe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one I know off by heart.&lt;br /&gt;400g butter&lt;br /&gt;400g sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;400g self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have cake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute picture of a duck. &lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIT)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kxns4iZSWU1qaynb1o1_400_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kxns4iZSWU1qaynb1o1_400_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1794013337318602357?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1794013337318602357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1794013337318602357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1794013337318602357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1794013337318602357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1133.html' title='1133'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-270973970765991423</id><published>2010-04-29T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:06:47.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1132</title><content type='html'>I never know what to write with these blogs anymore. I always start with, "oh today was good" or "today was shit" or "I've done fuck all today". I'm sure I'd have more motivation to write something interesting if someone was reading it. Wasn't too bad when I had at least four readers but now I'm sure I only have one. I try and make my blog as interesting as I can. I don't keep a diary or anything like that, so I need a record of what I've been doing. There's a post for almost every day for the past 3 years. It's so lame. Mah. I would promote my blog, write it in my 'about me' and such but it's too personal to advertise but it's still there for people to read. I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these little quiz things. I'm gonna try and find more of them. It's something to post on tumblr and here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is something classed as a hobby? I mean, I do lots of things I like. I read, I knit, I sew, I play guitar, I do art... Most of my hobbies are rather lame and I don't do them as often as I should. I stick on one hobby for seven days or so and then switch. Most recent was gardening, but all the seeds have been planted and there's nothing else for me to do. Lots of random hobbies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=page0q857r7d8f999x5b_large_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/page0q857r7d8f999x5b_large_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-270973970765991423?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/270973970765991423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=270973970765991423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/270973970765991423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/270973970765991423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1132.html' title='1132'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8259117041233987969</id><published>2010-04-28T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:18:24.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1131</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it sounds odd and pathetic, I don’t really think I have many talents. I mean, I’m reasonably good at knitting and swimming and guitaring but no where near good to call it a talent. A talent is something you excel at. Unless I can get a talent medal in ‘brutal honesty’ I can’t think of what else.&lt;br /&gt;It’s somewhat upsetting really. I’m just mind-numbingly average :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in comparison with those previous, has been a very productive day. I woke up and put washing in the machine. Went for a 2 hour walk and took lots and lots of photos. They're on &lt;a href="http://teka-zuri.blogspot.com"&gt; photoblog&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna have a peak. I came back, put the washing on the line, cleaned the bathroom, went to hospital, had a little sleep, went to ASDA and picked up sister from trampolining.&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered how to make smoothies the right way. Omg. So lush. I've had so much fruit today. I love it. Kiwis and apples and strawberries and blueberries and grapes. Nomnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dell man should be coming tomorrow to fix my laptop. Although I've had no email, and no phone call, so I don't know when or if that's ever going to happen. Meh. I've got work tomorrow and not a lot else. I might start getting my room ready for decorating. That'll come round sooner than I'll expect it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l0gcy0x1cW1qzcz6fo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l0gcy0x1cW1qzcz6fo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8259117041233987969?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8259117041233987969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8259117041233987969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8259117041233987969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8259117041233987969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1131.html' title='1131'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5182435933060643686</id><published>2010-04-27T22:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:01:00.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1130</title><content type='html'>I deliberately didn't get out of bed until quite late this morning. I woke up early but I was just lying there being comfy. I didn't have work until 11am so I thought I'd make the most of a lie-in.&lt;br /&gt;Work went fast enough and I came home and watched House. I ate tea and went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've done with my day. 4 things. Work, eat, watch, exercise.&lt;br /&gt;It's not good. I know I should really do something else with my time but hey.&lt;br /&gt;I went for a drive after the gym. I wasn't feeling so great but driving at night when the roads are quite clear is quite a nice feeling. Window open, stereo blaring- it's soothing in a way. Yeah, I'm strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I called Dell about getting my laptop fixed. Turns out it's going to be £90 to get a new screen bit and a new harddrive. Despite having a job, I really can't afford it. Stupid laptop. You run my liiiiife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to see this. Eddie Izzard is one of my favourite comedians ever. I love him and his mannerisms and he's just hilarious. Incidentally, my boyfriend met Eddie Izzard yesterday. As much as I love my boyfriend with all my heart- God damn him!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sv5iEK-IEzw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sv5iEK-IEzw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5182435933060643686?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5182435933060643686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5182435933060643686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5182435933060643686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5182435933060643686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1130.html' title='1130'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2844412337584659231</id><published>2010-04-26T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:47:31.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1129</title><content type='html'>Is Monday. Workyworkyworkyworkwork.&lt;br /&gt;Mah. Stoopid. I've not done anything productive at all today. It's crap.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't think of anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Canova - &lt;i&gt;Amor and Psyche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite pieces. I saw it at the Louvre and it was just lovely. I bought a print of it too. Despite my total love of art, it's really the only poster of it I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Amor_and_Psyche.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Amor_and_Psyche.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2844412337584659231?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2844412337584659231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2844412337584659231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2844412337584659231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2844412337584659231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1129.html' title='1129'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1112135250374504184</id><published>2010-04-25T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:17:31.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1128</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it's almost the end of April. Well and truly insane. Work was shit today and I've been feeling well and truly sick up to about an hour ago. So today's been a bit spoilt. I wanted to go out walking or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;I moved my newts into a tank, thought it would be better than a lunchbox. I've got three now instead of two ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Mother isn't very happy. She thinks they should be free, out in the pond. Explaining to her that a pond is also rather restrictive for fifty or so newts took a lot longer than once thought. Regardless, they're in there, swimming away like crazy fuckers. I'll go down the pet shop tomorrow and buy them some blood worms. I doubt they'll last long, they look like pretty full grown newts. Dad put all the baby ones back in the pond before I had a chance to newtnap them. I don't know how long they live. I'm guessing not longer than a month or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saeglopur&lt;/i&gt; by Sigur Ros.&lt;br /&gt;It was used in an awareness advert for something close to my heart and it moved me to tears. I can’t listen to the song without shedding a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to write about. I haven't really done much. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;My new newt is called Billy Ray, courtesy of Wilyum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_00022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_00022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1112135250374504184?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1112135250374504184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1112135250374504184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1112135250374504184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1112135250374504184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1128.html' title='1128'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5021713277501730136</id><published>2010-04-24T21:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:58:09.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1127</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a lot better this morning. Last night Wilyum, Ami and I stayed up and watched some telly. It was lovely. I like being there. We have a laugh and I just feel better about stuff. Sitting there, cuddled on my seat of the sofa, sipping a cup of tea and it's totally lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been spent really doing nothing. Wilyum had is essays to do so I sat around and tidied and listened to my audiobook. Lord Of The Rings feels like it's going to be a fantastic story- if not a bit over detailed. I want to be an elf damnit. An elf living in a little town like Hobbiton *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from Wilyum's to find my father cleaning out the pond in the garden. He'd found a few newts and some huge mayfly larvae and put them in a little ice cream box. I was very intent on rescuing every single teeny, tiny newt that I could find and managed to gather a collection of some fifty newts and five frogs in the old plastic sandbox filled with water. I've got two newts in a little plastic box in my bedroom. They're so much better than fish. I might get my old fish tank down from the loft and keep a frog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5021713277501730136?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5021713277501730136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5021713277501730136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5021713277501730136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5021713277501730136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1127.html' title='1127'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-849617834805926794</id><published>2010-04-23T22:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:47:12.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1126</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wasted&lt;/i&gt; by Marya Hornbacher. Up there in my favourite book list. About her personal journey through anorexia and depression. So beautifully written you can't help but feel her pain. It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been alright. Work for 4 hours, a tiny nap and then somehow it was evening and time for pub. Seriously. That's all I've done with my day.&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to the pub at about 8 and drank a bit before being kicked out at 10. Not even Steve or Pat could get me to stay. I know the barmaid was concerned about her licence, but no one knows I'm 17 and I was just sitting having a laugh. Damn, fuck, whatever like. I don't know why I even bother doing anything. I'm just a fucking child- any way you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Screw this. I'ma go to Wilyum's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=4536921251_36fbe4aa91_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/4536921251_36fbe4aa91_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-849617834805926794?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/849617834805926794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=849617834805926794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/849617834805926794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/849617834805926794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1126.html' title='1126'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6608751801383469418</id><published>2010-04-22T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:46:41.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1125</title><content type='html'>I appeared to have run off to Wilyumses last night n'all. I really like it, although I think parents are getting a bit pissed. They don't believe in any type of unmarried cohabitation. Is a bit bull shit. It was lovely not having to wake up at stupid early in the morning. I was home by half 10 and went to pick up Bethan and take her to college. I'm considering doing art again for A level. It doesn't help that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I could do English, Biology and Art. That sounds good. Hum. I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life... anything at all. Everything is too hard or will make me too tired which is stupid because I'm pretty sure if I wasn't all ill I'd be able to do it. Kinda takes the piss a bit :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been doing too much with my day. Haven't been feeling too great so I lay down for three hours, slept for one. I really haven't done much with my day at all. I tried watching a bit of the debate but I'm finding it hard to concentrate on anything let alone anything that I can't do anything about. I want a Lib Dem sticker. Everyone used to laugh when I said I was liberal, "No chance of them getting to power" they said. Oh, we'll see :P Aha. I'm so bored. I might just spend the rest of the night downloading music and stuff. I wonder if my new iPod plays videos... hum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to pick a fictional book of any kind, let alone my favourite. I think the undisputed winner has got to be Harry Potter- hands down. When I think about it, I’ve read all the books more than any other. At least 3 times each. Out of them, I’m pretty sure &lt;i&gt;Prisoner Of Azkaban&lt;/i&gt; is my favourite, or &lt;i&gt;Chamber Of Secrets&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Earth Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20090425112136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20090425112136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6608751801383469418?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6608751801383469418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6608751801383469418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6608751801383469418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6608751801383469418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1125.html' title='1125'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6460687072109147254</id><published>2010-04-21T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:47:53.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1124</title><content type='html'>Spent last night at Wilyumses too. Had to get up stupidly early for work which wasn't the best. Had my 6 hour shift and came home and slept for something insane like 5 hours. Then I went to the gym. That is pretty much all I've done with my day. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I bought a new iPod. 160GB for £135. I don't think that's too bad. Plus, I listed my old 8GB on ebay and got an instant buy for it :) Good day for shopping times :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Callum Ross and the Scarlets&lt;/i&gt;. I honestly couldn’t think of anything else to put up. The second of my mate Steve’s bands (il est le.. drummer). These guys are playing Reading and other crazy huge concerts this summer. I genuinely like them n’all :) *grooves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlB_KXkVPU0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlB_KXkVPU0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6460687072109147254?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6460687072109147254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6460687072109147254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6460687072109147254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6460687072109147254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1124.html' title='1124'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1139201671689952387</id><published>2010-04-20T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:13:11.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1123</title><content type='html'>So last night at half past 10 I decided to run off to my boyfriend's. It was really nice. Just to turn up and sit on the sofa watching telly and relaxing. Much nicer than sitting in my bedroom all night long by myself. I was back by 9 and watched House MD before hospital. Went, came back and collapsed into more sleep. I haven't really done much with my day since. I went to ASDA with Hannah and watched a million episodes of House. Managed to finish &lt;i&gt;L4yer Cak3&lt;/i&gt; which I quite enjoyed and now... I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get my photo taken much any more. I rarely take my camera anywhere and I really should. This photo was taken on Sunday when I was doing the gardening, in my pyjamas. The baggiest clothes ever :P I was watering my mothers feet singing a song like a crazy person. She wasn’t too happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l16x90iCGT1qaq6tt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l16x90iCGT1qaq6tt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1139201671689952387?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1139201671689952387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1139201671689952387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1139201671689952387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1139201671689952387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1123.html' title='1123'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4452205225777730574</id><published>2010-04-19T19:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:10:12.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1122</title><content type='html'>So much productivity before midday completely took it out of me. I had an early morning and was gardening by 9am. Took the car to ASDA and to B&amp;Q, bought some seeds and planted them all up by midday. Decided to go and watch &lt;i&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/i&gt; which I've never seen before. That said, I agree it's overrated. I got bored after half an hour and went to bed. Woke up in a confusion thinking it was the morning. Ate dinner, cleaned my room and now I'm sorting out my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might spend my evening watching films. Dear me. I complain about not having enough time to myself but as soon as I have time I have no idea what to do with myself. I bought &lt;i&gt;L4yer Cak3&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Green Street&lt;/i&gt; in ASDA today. I was like, £3 so I didn't see why not. Hospital tomorrow and then... nothing again. I'm sure if boyfriend wasn't busy I'd spend the time with him. I might just read my book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken a month or so before we moved to Africa. 1997. I was almost 5 and my sister almost 3. I think it’s a cute photo. Back in the day when I wore amazingly awesome dresses and my Dad wore picture frames for glasses :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l14zvhxjU41qaq6tt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l14zvhxjU41qaq6tt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4452205225777730574?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4452205225777730574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4452205225777730574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4452205225777730574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4452205225777730574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1122.html' title='1122'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-267061614730280648</id><published>2010-04-18T21:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:37:43.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1121</title><content type='html'>Today's been good. Work went okay and I got sent home because I felt and looked ill. I'm supposed to work tomorrow, although Mary said it wasn't the end of the world if I didn't make it. So I might not go, I'm sick *cough cough* Boo, you whore etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and had a sleepy and then started some gardening. 10 years after I decided I wanted a tiny bit or garden to myself, I've finally started working on it. Mother's agreed to fund it as a hobby. She thinks it'll be a good therapeutic hobby for me. That's what they to with guys like us in prison. So that'll be what I'll do tomorrow. It doesn't matter if it's only a week-long hobby. Because by the time the seeds are sewn they just grow by themselves. I might have a little herb garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 09 — A photo you took&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a lot of photos. Is hard to decide upon a favourite or something even close to a favourite. I think this is one of the most recent photos I've taken, so I'll pick this one.&lt;br /&gt;It's the fat pigeon that regularly comes into our garden to eat the food left out for the little birds. Not that I mind. It might not even be a pigeon. I get them ever so confused with collared doves.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, ain't he pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-267061614730280648?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/267061614730280648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=267061614730280648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/267061614730280648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/267061614730280648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1121.html' title='1121'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5449586441366629882</id><published>2010-04-17T21:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:13:02.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1120</title><content type='html'>Today has also been successfully uneventful. That's what days off are for. I like waking up next to my boyfriend. It's the best :)&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping in Tescos to get food. I got very lost and I was in control, or not so, of the trolley from hell. But I felt productive. I like doing stuff like that. Feeling helpful. Got home and made Wilyum lunch and ate lunch and then sat around. I can't quite remember what we even did. But it took the time up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a pointless episode of Doctor Who. I also went to pick up sister and managed to bash the car into the house on the way back. A lovely massive scratch on the left hand side bumper. I win :)&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow. Not particularly looking forward to it. Work is draining my days in a way I don't think is good for me. I don't really understand how my head is working these days anyway. Plus, I need money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard. It's taken me ages to find this and I'm not entirely sure why I've chosen it. Well, yes, I do. I think it'll only be significant to one person and that's fine with me. It definitely doesn't make me angry, and sad really isn't the right word. Sad about how I never changed things before. Sad that I think things might've been better sooner if I had just realised myself a bit earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=P1030181-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/P1030181-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5449586441366629882?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5449586441366629882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5449586441366629882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5449586441366629882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5449586441366629882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1120.html' title='1120'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4437104410681537710</id><published>2010-04-16T21:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:58:17.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1119</title><content type='html'>My day seemingly ended by about midday. Work started at 7 and I swear, it was the fastest 5 hour shift ever. Didn't stop me from being stupidly tired though. I got home and just napped. So tired. Wilyum got back to Cardiff so I drove around to pesk him at about 20:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being a horrific photo of my face, this photo never fails to make me laugh out loud. It was taken on bonfire night 2006? May have even been 2005. I went to coopers with Bethan, Alex and Jake. The band Orson were there and I remember it being a fun time. A minus a bazzilion degrees. Also, there's a random man right in the middle of the photo. Maha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=coopersfield.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/coopersfield.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4437104410681537710?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4437104410681537710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4437104410681537710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4437104410681537710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4437104410681537710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1119.html' title='1119'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-9190320485027525798</id><published>2010-04-15T22:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:26:09.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1118</title><content type='html'>As days off go, this one has succeeded in being most unproductive and lazy as possible. Unfortunately, due to the law of sod I woke up at 4am with nothing to do. By 10 I was severely bored and decided to drive sister to the Garden Centre Pet Shop. We were seriously considering buying a tortoise, and would've done if the tanks hadn't been so expensive. By midday I was ready to nap and spent the rest of the day in bed and flopping around. Managed to go to the gym and do an epic workout and came home and flopped around some more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first televised UK political debate happened today. I'm pretty sure I would've been a lot more excited about it if I could actually vote. Plus, I can't seem to give my opinion on anything political without being teased so I just... don't. I'm quite a fan of Nick Clegg though. At least people know who he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tying in with the daily picture; this is my new cactus. I called him Bob. My last cactus was called Brian but he died in the winter. He got too cold. Bob is really pretty and only cost me £4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-9190320485027525798?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9190320485027525798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=9190320485027525798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/9190320485027525798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/9190320485027525798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1118.html' title='1118'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-336966234140424073</id><published>2010-04-14T19:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:56:04.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1117</title><content type='html'>I woke up severely late for work today. I was still totally shattered from yesterday and woke up 10 minutes after my morning shift had started. I ran out of the house with no breakfast, drink or shower and ran up to work. My shift today went really well. I'm getting on better with my boss now so working with her isn't totally unbearable. Steve came in at 9 and we chatted about various things. I came home, once again, very tired and had a little nap. I'm quite at loss of what to do with myself now. I might sit down and read a book. I really want to go walking but I can't be bothered getting dressed. Plus, it's a lot colder than it looks out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a thinky about music in our generation. Don't stop reading, I'm not gonna be that lame. I was listening to Holly Johnson from &lt;i&gt;Frankie Goes To Hollywood&lt;/i&gt; talking about forming his band saying how he was "open with sexuality and that was different, outrageous". People wonder why we don't have these bands like there were in the 70s. Bowie, Metallica, Ozzy and even the Beatles. They were great because they were outrageous and crazy and new. We're lacking the shock factor. Every other film is about someone tearing out their own eyes with a spoon or something like that. No one cares about violence, homosexuality or murder anymore. Well, they may do, but not enough to make the same impact on our media that it once did. I guess, a bridge once crossed... We had the punks and the goths and the mods and the rockers. You don't really get anything like this anymore. Kinda makes me sad. One of the very many reasons I wish I lived in the 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 05 — Your favourite quote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not generally the type of person to live by quotes or have quotes. I quite like the famous quotes from &lt;i&gt;Perks Of A Wallflower&lt;/i&gt; and other stuff like that. It depends on what type of inspirational point you're trying to put across :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing crisp display :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Image0137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Image0137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-336966234140424073?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/336966234140424073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=336966234140424073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/336966234140424073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/336966234140424073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1117.html' title='1117'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-480877961986604918</id><published>2010-04-13T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:52:36.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1116</title><content type='html'>Today has been my insane day of work. A total of about 8 hours on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I came home, had my dinner and pretty much fell straight asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 04 — Your favourite book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an insane question. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kyoyg7ppgb1qav18qo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kyoyg7ppgb1qav18qo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-480877961986604918?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/480877961986604918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=480877961986604918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/480877961986604918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/480877961986604918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1116.html' title='1116'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2443283698599274667</id><published>2010-04-12T21:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:46:34.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1115</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 03 — Your favourite television program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tie between House MD and The Mighty Boosh. The West Wing is close to the top but I’ve seen every season about 6 times so I’m giving it a break.&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Boosh is the type of thing I can sit down and watch or just have on in the background. It’s funny, original and arty.&lt;br /&gt;House MD. Hugh Laurie. Nuff said :P I’ve seen every episode of House to date. I’d like to think I’m a little closer in developing my skills of diagnostics :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today started off with my driving test. A lovely sunny day. And I passed :D :D with only 4 minor errors. I don't think that's too bad seeing as you're allowed 16. But yeahhh. I spent pretty much the rest of the day driving around everywhere. I went to ASDAs and to a McDonalds drive thru. To the gym and then to my old school. Drove Xena and Emilin around for a bit, came back and picked up my sister and Beth and drove them home. I got my GCSE art back too which has been on my list of things to do for ages.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much been my day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad it's gone and done and out of the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Image0138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Image0138.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2443283698599274667?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2443283698599274667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2443283698599274667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2443283698599274667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2443283698599274667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1115.html' title='1115'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1708797535313152672</id><published>2010-04-11T21:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:23:59.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1114</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 02 — Your favourite movie&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very hard. Like I said, I don't really have a particular favourite. It's a tie between Mean Girls, Fight Club, Requiem For A Dream, Trainspotting, V For Vendetta, Billy Elliot and This Is England.&lt;br /&gt;As well as the Ghibli films.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't chose. They're all brilliant in their own way. And I think film preferences change depending on mood and company.&lt;br /&gt;But if I had to pick one, at this very moment in time it's &lt;i&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/i&gt;. I think it's a gorgeous story and so very real. Plus the soundtrack is ace and 70s/80s set films seem to be my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been lame. Seriously lame. Work was okay. Owen wasn't around so I spent about 2 hours writing up charts for the temperatures. Yeah, super fun like. Came home, ate, slept. Since, I've just sat around and read my book. I've tried to do what I can to revise for driving tomorrow but I haven't been paying much attention. You can't really theory practice for a practical test any way. I just hope I pass because driving lessons are just a pain to do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to say. Picture and then I'm going. Wish me luck for tomorrow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture today is Kurt Vonnegut related (if you wondered). As reluctant as I am to be a fan of his, I've read a lot of &lt;i&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/i&gt; and today is his birthday. Plus, I couldn't think of anything else for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20080923220808.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20080923220808.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1708797535313152672?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1708797535313152672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1708797535313152672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1708797535313152672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1708797535313152672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1114.html' title='1114'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-486573264509682086</id><published>2010-04-10T20:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:34:31.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1113</title><content type='html'>I had a bad sleeping in the night. I slept about 2 hours and was awake by about 4am. Wilyum was still out at his house party so we met up in town at about half past 7 when I'd just given up on sleeping completely. He was so drunk it was really funny just to watch him. Bless 'im. He's been feeling rough all day.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day lying in bed and I had a big glass of vodka and pink lemonade which was really nice. Resulted in being drunk by about half nine and feeling sick for the rest of the day- never quite a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum's back in Yate now until next weekend. I've not been doing much. I watched Dr Who and quite enjoyed it. It also turns out my parents have decided to redecorate my room in 6 weeks instead of the 12 that was originally thought about. It wouldn't be so much of a pain if it was just a paint but I need to decide on paint, wallpaper, carpet, furniture and all the other stuff you need. And I was going to do it all properly. Now it may end up rushed and not as good :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started &lt;i&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/i&gt; today. A book that I've been reluctant to start for a few months. The very phrase &lt;i&gt;"so it goes"&lt;/i&gt; is a joke in itself, which it really shouldn't be. It's a shame that the book has been somewhat ruined before I've even started it. Oh, I also added a little 'currently reading' bit thing on the side because this blog is really lame and I'm just looking for ways to jazz it up. I really would like a blog with two side panels so I could just add loads of shit but I can't seem to find a template for it. I hardly ever blog about anything interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I might start doing the &lt;B&gt;30 Day Challenge&lt;/b&gt;, it's rather hot on tumblr right now. That way my blog is slightly less boring... or at least there's something to read on it. Ever so slightly different to the &lt;b&gt;30 Day Song Challenge&lt;/b&gt; which I can't be bothered with because I don't really link music to things. Plus, this is a bit fun.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm pretty sure I started this a few weeks/months ago but gave up after a day or so. This time I shall do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 01 — Your favorite song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a person to have favourite anythings really. At the moment I think it's the Bieber/Swift/Derulo mix of &lt;a href="http://lesbanim.tumblr.com/post/508622201/d"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby's Love Song In My Head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but that will probably change within a week. It's so damn catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20090702162859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20090702162859.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-486573264509682086?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/486573264509682086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=486573264509682086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/486573264509682086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/486573264509682086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1113.html' title='1113'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8674248230725970299</id><published>2010-04-09T19:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:28:03.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1112</title><content type='html'>Listening to the radio whilst you sleep gives you seriously weird dreams. The news about the Carlsberg workers only allowed to drink at lunchtime got into my dream. Very, very accurate with the details as well. I woke up thinking I'd had a super weird dream until I heard the news again. And a Paramore song was in my dream too, so I guess that was on the radio too.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep so good. My back and my tummy were hurting a lot.  We woke up well too early for no reason but listened to the radio for a while. Managed to get home in time for my driving lesson too. I've got my test on Monday and I feel seriously unprepared. I mean seriously. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum slept whilst I drove. And then we watched &lt;i&gt;The Hunt For Red October&lt;/i&gt;. I was very tired and fell asleep a few times. Then Wilyum went back to the flat. He's going out tonight, the popular sod :P&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going out somewhere? Someone take me to the pub :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spent my evening watching &lt;i&gt;The Mighty Boosh live&lt;/i&gt; first DVD, and cleaning and such like. Fun times all round. Not really :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20081203223101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20081203223101.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8674248230725970299?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8674248230725970299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8674248230725970299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8674248230725970299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8674248230725970299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1012.html' title='1112'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4365879551506495722</id><published>2010-04-08T19:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:28:09.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1111</title><content type='html'>I do so love to be in Yate. So many cups of tea. We spent the morning dozing around. The carpet men were in and making a load of fucking noise. Boo to loud noises in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We trundled off back to the 'Diff around 13:00. The train journey was spend just shouting &lt;i&gt;AYE CAN SEE YER BEWBS!&lt;/i&gt; and Wilyum shouting about Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gots home and had a sleepytimes and had an evening of watching telly. We watched t3h fussball and Liverpiillll won. I watch at least 3 football games a month now. I quite like it. Now I know what aggregate means, I take myself to be a total football pro :) Torres got two goals. I like him. He's one of ma favourite footballers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some fun telly and that's really it. Another line in the wonderousness that is our fullfilled lives of adventure and... comfortableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cXKYH7N4aoeb34mzX83PuUxko1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/cXKYH7N4aoeb34mzX83PuUxko1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4365879551506495722?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4365879551506495722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4365879551506495722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4365879551506495722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4365879551506495722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1011.html' title='1111'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3116289160857042526</id><published>2010-04-07T22:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:28:22.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1110</title><content type='html'>I somehow didn't manage to get home from the pub until about 1am this morning. Steve, Pat and I chatted for hours and hours and it was just really nice. I do like pubs. We came second in the quiz. It wasn't close, we lost by 10 points but we did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this morning, woke up feeling a bit poopy but went and gots ma blood test done and wents to town and gots the train to go to Yates. And I got to Yates and I walked to Wilyumses house and then I had a drink and then I had a sit down and then we spent the entire day doing fuck allll.&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum and I have a talent for doing nothing. We're amazing at lying around and just being.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we did. Nothing, nothing for many hours. I actually don't know where the time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=False_Advertising__by_HONEYandSALIV.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/False_Advertising__by_HONEYandSALIV.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3116289160857042526?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3116289160857042526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3116289160857042526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3116289160857042526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3116289160857042526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1010.html' title='1110'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6406562446970834484</id><published>2010-04-06T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:18:46.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1109</title><content type='html'>Last day of worky works for almost a week :D Happyhappy. Then I did some driving. The last few days have been oh so boring and lame. I essentially get home from work and am too tired to do anything so I just... sit around and watch my TV schedule and nap intermittently. It's a bit shit and a bit pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;The next few days are going to be good. Somewhat busybusy but in a good way. Tomorrow I've got my blood test and then I'm going to see Wilyum. Thursday, Wilyum and I are coming back to Cardiff. Friday... we're... doing something. I don't know. I haven't planned that far yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gots pub tonight. Quite looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever manage to afford my own car in the next few years, I want it to be cool like this ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4292179940_480341b7f8_b_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/4292179940_480341b7f8_b_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6406562446970834484?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6406562446970834484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6406562446970834484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6406562446970834484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6406562446970834484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1109.html' title='1109'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2371347274684993827</id><published>2010-04-05T19:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:59:13.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1108</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday. Bank holiday and I have to work. This makes me sssaaaaddd :(&lt;br /&gt;I worked until 14:00. It turned out to feel like the longest 5 hours ever. It was terrible. I got home and then drove to Newport with famililamily to go for a walk. I took ma camera and took some nice photos which should be on my &lt;a href="http://www.teka-zuri.blogspot.com"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt; by now... or soonish anyway. I gots very muddy but I managed to take some nice photos.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and did a sleep. Very tired. Sleepy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2371347274684993827?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2371347274684993827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2371347274684993827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2371347274684993827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2371347274684993827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1108.html' title='1108'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3062916066832656558</id><published>2010-04-04T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:41:04.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1107</title><content type='html'>It's getting late and I'm feeling rather sick. I miss my boyfriend and I feel really sad. I'm currently watching &lt;i&gt;Out Of Africa&lt;/i&gt; with my parents. It's making me reminisce of my times there. They can't be replaced by anything. I think we're going back next year for a few weeks. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hasn't been the best of all. No one is feeling particularly brilliant and we're all a bit sad. It's work the next two days and then I might just run off to my favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0d9kp1RHT1qawrwto1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l0d9kp1RHT1qawrwto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3062916066832656558?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3062916066832656558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3062916066832656558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3062916066832656558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3062916066832656558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1107.html' title='1107'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7074464037940239215</id><published>2010-04-03T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:35:14.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1106</title><content type='html'>"Are you going to go out today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to get dressed today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to leave your room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bought this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Untitled.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7074464037940239215?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7074464037940239215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7074464037940239215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7074464037940239215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7074464037940239215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1106.html' title='1106'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4299325820135805018</id><published>2010-04-02T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:51:26.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1105</title><content type='html'>Today I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sad all day. I can't sleep. I feel sick. I might go and walk in the rain. I miss you. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l09ok06F0d1qawrwto1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l09ok06F0d1qawrwto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4299325820135805018?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4299325820135805018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4299325820135805018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4299325820135805018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4299325820135805018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1105.html' title='1105'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5994133787858287759</id><published>2010-04-01T21:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:21:14.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1104</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say today's been productive. It doesn't feel it though. I spent a good 4 hours in B&amp;Q and Ikea with mother and sister picking out colours and furniture for my room re-do. I got a tonne of free stuff which I hope to turn into a mood-board kinda thing at some point.&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to make it to the gym today. I need to start going again. Maybe it'll make me feel a bit less sluggish. We'll see. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN4269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSCN4269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5994133787858287759?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5994133787858287759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5994133787858287759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5994133787858287759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5994133787858287759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/1104.html' title='1104'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7011051693456007280</id><published>2010-03-31T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:39:24.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1103</title><content type='html'>Omg. How is it the end of March already? Not cool. Time just seems to be passing my by like nothing. I've really only done 2 things with my day which was working and driving. All of that took up 5 hours but I've been awake for 14 hours. It's terrible. 4 hours of that was spent lying in bed semi-sleeping and the other 5 have just been wasted slowly moving from one room to another with no real intention or purpose. It's horrible. I need some motivation, or something. These days I don't even get an impulse of motivation. The little spark that will stay for just a few hours, just so I get something done. No, now it's like I'm in a daze, never really knowing what I'm doing or what's really going on. There are so many projects I've left half done. I should write it on a list to do tomorrow but I'll only wake up to think "&lt;i&gt;fuck it&lt;/i&gt;" and then proceed to do nothing again. I need to get started on a plan for my room. I know what I need and how I'm going to do it, but I'm sure plans and thoughts will be thwarted by budget or my pure inability to draw and design. Plus, it only makes me sad that I know I can never make something perfectly how I want it. I know it sounds totally pathetic but I'd much rather never imagine how I want things to be, rather than do so and get disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is what I'd like my room to look like. It's only a small snippet but you get the picture. I'd like to be lacy clean and crisp. With my books on antique bookshelves and white pine draws and cupboards. That said, I'm perfectly happy to live in a dump. My desk is a mess with years of abuse and random acts of arson. I like to burn things. My carpet is covered in paint stains, blood stains, burn marks and bits of stuff that I have no purpose or reason to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm so erratic I'll probably change my mind after a month or so and want it done a different way. If I were better at art I could just draw it out and be happy for it to be there, but I can't. I need to create, to do it, to live it. I don't know where I'm going with this tonight, sorry for my rambles. I might go to town tomorrow, or finish off some of my creations. Go to the gym or go driving. It's so pathetic that just the very thought of that is making me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_l0546gIYC01qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_l0546gIYC01qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7011051693456007280?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7011051693456007280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7011051693456007280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7011051693456007280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7011051693456007280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1103.html' title='1103'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5688827756506263778</id><published>2010-03-30T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:05:20.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1102</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday and I'm back at home and trying to catch up on all my blogs. These past few days have been amazing, although I'm totally exhausted. I find that strange, I've slept a fair bit but I haven't been this tired in a long time. Regardless, it was nice to wake up and go snuggle with Wilyum this morning. I aced &lt;i&gt;Where Am I&lt;/i&gt; today n'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work dragged a bit and I came home and napped for about 3 hours. I'm watching some CSI and will have to tidy my room. It seems to have gotten messier when I haven't been here. I don't know, my head is all fuzzy. I'm gonna go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shirt smells of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kykob7TEDh1qb7uxco1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kykob7TEDh1qb7uxco1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5688827756506263778?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5688827756506263778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5688827756506263778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5688827756506263778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5688827756506263778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1102.html' title='1102'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7343535398344360684</id><published>2010-03-29T22:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:08:26.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1101</title><content type='html'>Still in Birmingham in the hours of the morning. I managed to get an hour or so of sleep but not much. Wilyum slept an hour on my lap, all curled up in his coat. Cute thing :P I was cold so Wilyum put socks on my hands and we sat around and giggled about Mrs Okumindje and Mr Wu. Yeah, we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went for breakfast in McDonalds at 5am. We had porridge and tea and sat around for about an hour. It was raining which was horrible. We trundled to tescos and then to get our bus. I was lucky and managed to sleep most of the bus journey home but Wilyum didn't :(&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Yate around 11am. I decided I didn't want to go to work and called in 'unavailable'. We showered and got into our pyjamas and flopped into bed. So I slept, and I slept for a long time. Woke up, had some tea and watched some telly and set off to go home. My train didn't turn up so I walked back to Wilyum's. We watched a bit of telly and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some photos :)&lt;br /&gt;The first is a very cold me stuck between two chairs at the bus station. Yeah, with socks on my hands. The second and third are Wilyum and I on the bull in Birmingham. The last is us tramping in McDonalds at 5am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP3063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMGP3063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP3059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMGP3059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP3056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMGP3056.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP3070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMGP3070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7343535398344360684?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7343535398344360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7343535398344360684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7343535398344360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7343535398344360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1101.html' title='1101'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4055169507971632348</id><published>2010-03-28T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:55:40.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1100</title><content type='html'>1100 posts. Crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;So today starts the crazy Birmingham adventure :) In town by 13:00 and in Brum by 15:30. I'm not a fan of bus journeys. Too little space is just very horrible. Don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wilyum and I walked around for a long time. Lots of walking. Lots and lots of walking. We planned the day so we'd get to the venue about an hour early to sit out a bit. It was a shame that the venue had moved without telling us. It took us a good 90 minutes, what must be about at least 4 or 5 miles of running around and ended up with us having to ask a police officer. We also ran into this crazy man who decided to draw a picture of Wilyum and then call him Spartan. He freaked me out. Argh. We almsot bumped into him again and we ran away :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Motion City were amazing :D So were the supports. I felt really sicky so stood at the back for half of MCS's set which was annoying but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I'd definitely go and see them again. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;After that Wilyum and I walked around Birmingham. We saw a rat and chased it trying to get a photo. And we climbed the bull outside the Bull Ring and went to the bus station to try and get warm and have some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum took this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP3021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/IMGP3021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4055169507971632348?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4055169507971632348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4055169507971632348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4055169507971632348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4055169507971632348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1100.html' title='1100'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7302652238127369565</id><published>2010-03-27T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:11:39.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1099</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning feeling quite a bit sicky. I do my work, eat some lunch then I'm off t'Bristol City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally be Ke$ha. Anyway, yes, bit ill. Damn drink mixing and curry :( Blerugh. Work went fast enough and I was in Yate by 15:00. It was so nice to see Wilyum after a week. A week isn't that long but it's dragged so badly. We watched Harry Potter and flopped around. We sorted things out for our trip to Birmingham tomorrow. It was nice to just be with him. Be comfy and it was just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kzsidmmCla1qa8hqko1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kzsidmmCla1qa8hqko1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7302652238127369565?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7302652238127369565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7302652238127369565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7302652238127369565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7302652238127369565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1099.html' title='1099'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-65472357976580443</id><published>2010-03-26T23:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:10:51.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1098</title><content type='html'>Today's seemed to slip away without me realising. I tried to go to town with Mother but felt sick and had to come home. I didn't even buy anything. I came home and lay down but managed to get myself up and out to skittles.&lt;br /&gt;I never realised skittles only had 9 pins, I got ever so confused. Either way, it was so fun. Everyone had a few drinks and Steve got so drunk his ears turned red :P&lt;br /&gt;We went out for Indian around midnight and I didn't get home until 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Tipsy. Sleep time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20090228214301.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20090228214301.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-65472357976580443?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/65472357976580443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=65472357976580443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/65472357976580443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/65472357976580443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1098.html' title='1098'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6403259150445881822</id><published>2010-03-25T21:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:16:22.799Z</updated><title type='text'>1097</title><content type='html'>Today has been spent watching films set in the 70s/80s and not much else. I didn't leave my bed until 11am because I just couldn't be bothered with the day. I watched &lt;i&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/i&gt; and finally got round to watching &lt;i&gt;The Full Monty&lt;/i&gt; and now I'm on to &lt;i&gt;This Is England&lt;/i&gt; which I've seen loads of times but still love. I'm pretty sure I was born at the wrong time. These are the times I wish I could just spend my days watching films and then writing about them. I'm pretty sure people do that for jobs... That said, my observational skills have never been that good when it comes to films and books. I always read/look too much into it and forget the thing that staring me in the face. I have that problem with life n'all I'm pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverz like. The weekend is soon approaching and thank fucking God. Life is driving me nuts and I miss my boyfriend. 1 day, 5 n'half hours o'work an' then I can fucking piss off up boyfriend's.&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I need to stop watching films from t'North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kuaw03sHYV1qawzv0o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kuaw03sHYV1qawzv0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6403259150445881822?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6403259150445881822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6403259150445881822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6403259150445881822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6403259150445881822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1097.html' title='1097'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1859757045932661501</id><published>2010-03-24T19:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:30:32.590Z</updated><title type='text'>1096</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been strange. Weird dreams, doing and saying weird things. Starting projects and giving up after a few hours. Thinking it would be a good idea to buy this, or buy that. Forgetting what I've eaten and what I've said to people. Eating too much and caring and then not caring and then caring again and getting very upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I might shuffle off to town tomorrow before work to just clear my mind or lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Saturday already. I do. I do.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad and I miss you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=3497509265_329bf95c58_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/3497509265_329bf95c58_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1859757045932661501?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1859757045932661501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1859757045932661501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1859757045932661501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1859757045932661501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1096.html' title='1096'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5495790380671214713</id><published>2010-03-23T22:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:26:14.107Z</updated><title type='text'>1095</title><content type='html'>Oooo, nearly at 2000 posts. Exciting times.&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud to say that despite being awake half the night, this day has been very productive. I spoke to a really nice girl from America studying in Glasgow on Chatroulette last night. We shared a lot of the same interests in books and art- was just nice to have a no strings conversation for an hour or so. I'll probably never see her or speak to her again in my life. I don't know why but the whole concept of that just feels very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hospital this morning which was just a fucking waste of time. I don't know what to do about it. Mother is insisting she comes next time. I'd much rather her tell my Doctor he's crappy. Anyways, I only had 3 hours or work today too which was nice. It went well fast because I was very busy. Came home shattered and slept for 2 hours. I've pretty much spent the time from then watching TV. It's been relaxing. I like not having to think sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've spent the past couple nights watching at least 3 episodes of CSI or NCIS. I've never much been into it before, I never watched telly but now I've got a website that I can watch television on, it's nice to just sit back in bed and watch a few murders :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA DeviantART)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=2cd605f0b4d0554af59321423ec3d698.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/2cd605f0b4d0554af59321423ec3d698.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5495790380671214713?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5495790380671214713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5495790380671214713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5495790380671214713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5495790380671214713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1095.html' title='1095'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5116223067971181676</id><published>2010-03-22T20:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:16:14.223Z</updated><title type='text'>1094</title><content type='html'>So today's been an okay day. I've done a fair bit of productiveness despite not leaving the house. I managed to finish &lt;i&gt;Anything Goes&lt;/i&gt; by Barrowman and I shall start &lt;i&gt;Choke&lt;/i&gt; when I get more free time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my night watching NCIS, Glee and the Cleveland Show in that order. It'll be fun. I wish boyfriend was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some news that my Auntie and Uncle are getting divorced. I guess that I'm lucky that my family hasn't been totally rocked by divorce. My parents are still together and I'm happy about that. This has made me really sad though. They got married at 19 and it was the cute teenage love story that was working. Ho hum. Bless my baby cousin though, she's 15 and not exactly the most mature of all people. My Nana's going to have a field day n'all. Her daughter getting divorced- the shame, the shame. It's disgusting. Stupid woman. There are seriously more important things.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for this loveeeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0002-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0002-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5116223067971181676?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5116223067971181676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5116223067971181676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5116223067971181676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5116223067971181676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1094.html' title='1094'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4846093587188802454</id><published>2010-03-21T21:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:23:24.609Z</updated><title type='text'>1093</title><content type='html'>Another day, another day. Truth be told it really doesn't feel like a Sunday. I had to go out for work on little sleeps but I felt surprisingly fresh and the 5 hours passed quite quickly. It would seem I'm only working 3 days this week- I'm down with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from work all ready to collapse in a heap but mother suggested we go to the farm so we did and it was totally lovely. Not as good as it used to be, even mother agrees with that but it was lovely none the less. Saw some really cute lambs and piglets and such. We sat in the play park and had snacks and it was just a really nice day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and then I slept for about 3 hours. Very tired. And now I'm here. I may just watch films for the rest of the night. My collection has spanned to over 80 films now. It takes forever because I'm only allowed a 15GB download each month which really isn't that much. I might ask if my gym membership money can be exchanged for unlimited internet... I can run in the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be spent running errands. I need to make a list of what I need to do during the day. It seems to work well for Wilyum. For the meanwhile, I shall drink my tea and rest my eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=24803_393487976968_517216968_419981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/24803_393487976968_517216968_419981.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4846093587188802454?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4846093587188802454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4846093587188802454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4846093587188802454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4846093587188802454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1093.html' title='1093'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-506695162921183795</id><published>2010-03-20T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:17:28.213Z</updated><title type='text'>1092</title><content type='html'>So Frank Turner was pretty cool last night. We were a bit late and had to stand right at the back, and I swear to God, Bristol O2 is the hottest place in the world ever. Regardless, Frank didn't fail to pull off a good show and even did a bit with Chuck Ragan who seems a very cool dude. Afterwards we found ourselves wandering around Bristol waiting for the bus. Went to Cabot Circus and sat around. It was pretty cool. How we're going to negotiate the 8 hour wait around Birmingham next weekend I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wilyum went to S'ton to see Ms Sarah J and I came home and slept. Had to go out for a family friend's party so got ready, went out and barely stayed for 2 hours. I was just feeling a bit rubbish. I came home and tried to get an early night but it didn't happen. It's still late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0029-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0029-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-506695162921183795?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/506695162921183795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=506695162921183795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/506695162921183795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/506695162921183795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1092.html' title='1092'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8389919196033122</id><published>2010-03-19T12:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:44:04.697Z</updated><title type='text'>1091</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna blog now because I won't get chance to until Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Frank day. FrankyFrankyFrankFrank :D SO excited. I said I'd be better this morning. I've been waiting for this as soon as he finished when I saw him last. There's something irrevocably provocative about his lyrics and his songs, despite appearing to be your regular average Joe. Freedom and love and life and just struggling on. And of course- irony :P&lt;br /&gt;I hope he plays &lt;i&gt;Barbara Allen&lt;/i&gt;, that's one of Wilyum and my favourites :) It's kinda a shame that last time I saw him I had only heard one or two songs and the only lyrics I knew were "&lt;i&gt;me and my friend Dan&lt;/i&gt;" and "&lt;i&gt;songs about our friends in E minor&lt;/i&gt;". Bit different now. In the past 6 months he's been my most listened to artist by over 400 plays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's enough Frank ramble for now. I'm sure I'll be all blabbing about it in tomorrows blog. It's a shame you're not allowed cameras in the o2. Last time I was there was last February to see Alk3, who incidentally I'm seeing again in May. This has been an ace year for gigs already. MCS next weekend n' all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go run errands and wash and actually get to Yate. Wilyum has to go to a funeral so I'll be by myself for a while. I'm sure it'll be ok. I'll just help myself to tea and maybe have a little nap. It's a shame we'll be missing Chuck Ragan, oh well, there are always other times. I'ma go make some beans on toast and then actually do something. I did jog this morning though. I should do that more often. Okok. I'm going, I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get up and get down and get outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kzethyebNZ1qzokago1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kzethyebNZ1qzokago1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8389919196033122?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8389919196033122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8389919196033122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8389919196033122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8389919196033122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1091.html' title='1091'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7843680970182378467</id><published>2010-03-18T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:25:08.993Z</updated><title type='text'>1090</title><content type='html'>So today is my second official day off. All the wining I do about work it really is something to do. Not even by midday and I'd watched two films, done some sewing and done some tidying. I'm sure being at home all the time would drive me to insane boredom. I might quit by summer, give myself time to go to Yate some more and stuff. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the moviefilms I watched with my spare day was &lt;i&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/i&gt;. It's good. Very good. Very long, very pointless but good directing, good characters. Although Quentin Tarantino annoys the fuck out of me almost more than anyone in Hollywood, there's no denying he is a good director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Snow White&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;American Beauty&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Velvet Goldmine&lt;/i&gt; and quite a strange &lt;i&gt;Suicide Girls&lt;/i&gt; film. And Skins- twice. As well as Eastenders.&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten the house and flomped around all fucking day. Just feel quite shitty I'll be honest. Frank Turner tomorrow. I'm so empty and tired I'm not even excited. That makes me well and truly sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be better in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=pulpfiction.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/pulpfiction.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7843680970182378467?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7843680970182378467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7843680970182378467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7843680970182378467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7843680970182378467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1090.html' title='1090'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-166273521889955455</id><published>2010-03-17T21:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:13:10.462Z</updated><title type='text'>1089</title><content type='html'>An official day off.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Wilyumses, didn't sleep too great but it was ok. Had cuddles in the morning and a brunch nap and went out to do things. Wilyum went to get forms for his new flat and I went to the bank and browsed around shops. Came home early, downloaded House and had a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tea coming out of my eyes. I swear I've never been this tired in my life despite always eating and sleeping more during the day than I ever have. I'm getting fatter by the day but don't have the energy or motivation to do anything about it. It's annoying and a pain and it's turning me into a seriously grumpy bum :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since getting back from town I've done nothing but watch films and sleep. Oh, and eat. It makes me sad. I designed a little felt flower for my bag and tidied my room a little. I'm all exhausted again so I'm gonna watch &lt;i&gt;Erin Brockovich&lt;/i&gt; and go to bed. I doubt I'll sleep but I'm still so tired. It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=erinbrockovich-jj-001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/erinbrockovich-jj-001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-166273521889955455?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/166273521889955455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=166273521889955455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/166273521889955455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/166273521889955455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1089.html' title='1089'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4793722710880267215</id><published>2010-03-16T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:13:03.497Z</updated><title type='text'>1088</title><content type='html'>So last night I buggered my back by stretching around. Woke up for work at about 6am and decided not to go in... partly cause of my back and partly because I really didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my day was spent mooching around and snoozing. I headed off to Wilyumses in the evening and it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Back is a lot better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Via WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kz920v22VI1qabglko1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kz920v22VI1qabglko1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4793722710880267215?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4793722710880267215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4793722710880267215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4793722710880267215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4793722710880267215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1088.html' title='1088'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4878730564911653353</id><published>2010-03-15T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:17:44.624Z</updated><title type='text'>1087</title><content type='html'>So today wasn't too bad. Work went ok despite the dead early start. I watched &lt;i&gt;The Birds&lt;/i&gt; during my break and it was alright. I still haven't read up about how it was so ground-breaking although I can understand why. I haven't napped since coming back from work, I'm building up my sleeps for tonight. 7 hours tomorrow and then the whole week off. The week! Maaaahhhh. I think work have cheated me out of £20 too. Not having a diary and a poor memory is making it seriously hard to work out. I shall chase it up... at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;The Men Who Stare At Goats&lt;/i&gt; this evening. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect but I enjoyed it. It was a totally "what the fuck" kinda film but I liked it. I wish people were more free, people these days don't know how to be free. Neither do I for that matter. Dancing around naked with flowers in my hair is probably a good start. It's what the hippies did. It's not just life I need to be free from, it's my mind more than anything. Yes, liberate your mind you muthafucka. Good times ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kr7za0HJ0h1qzlyyro1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kr7za0HJ0h1qzlyyro1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4878730564911653353?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4878730564911653353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4878730564911653353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4878730564911653353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4878730564911653353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1087.html' title='1087'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1227242088510119803</id><published>2010-03-14T20:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:06:28.759Z</updated><title type='text'>1086</title><content type='html'>I'm bored and ever aimless as usual. I've got a room to tidy, books to read, blogs to write and a scarf to knit but I never seem to have the attention/effort/motivation for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;White Oleander&lt;/i&gt; and it confused me a little. Not the plot, how I felt about the film as a whole. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally downloading &lt;i&gt;(500) Days Of Summer&lt;/i&gt;. I think I'm the only person over 16 in the western world not to see it yet. I hope it doesn't make me too sad. I do very much like J.G.L and Zooey Deschanel. I've got &lt;i&gt;The Birds&lt;/i&gt; on download too. I wish the DVD drive on my laptop worked properly, I've got CDs to rip and even more DVDs to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appear to have not blogged on the night for a few days now. The blogs for the 12th and 13th are being written today. I don't know why that is. Lack of motivation and words I guess. Effort for life is becoming increasingly hard to get hold of and I seem to be slipping away from what little pieces of myself I had. I don't want to do, don't feel like doing anything. Yet, there's something there. The yearning inside my head that groans at the thought and process of laziness and wants me to go out and do things. It's a shame that's not my dominant mind. I'm so lucky to be only working tomorrow and Tuesday. Then I don't have to work again until Sunday morning. I've got Frank Turner on Friday and the farm on Saturday. I'll probably see Wilyum on Wednesday and get my self rested and sorted on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go to bed at least once feeling fulfilled about something. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;That said, most days I'm happy just to see you smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kyurf90clo1qasbnm_large.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kyurf90clo1qasbnm_large.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1227242088510119803?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1227242088510119803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1227242088510119803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1227242088510119803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1227242088510119803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1086.html' title='1086'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8774274697726853693</id><published>2010-03-13T23:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:06:21.680Z</updated><title type='text'>1085</title><content type='html'>I woke up early and lay in bed for some time. I went to the Olive Branch to do my volunteering and quit. I told them I couldn't handle all the work, which is true. Saturdays are pretty much my only days off now.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Wilyum in town and we attempted to watch the rubgy but neither of us were feeling it. Went shopping for Mother's presents and we bought bags. Went back to the flat, slept and cut up magazines.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and watched &lt;i&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/i&gt; with mother. I can't believe it's taken me 17 years and 5 and a half months to see that film all the way through. It was cute. Julia Roberts and Richard Gere are so great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kpsolciwWv1qzoaqio1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kpsolciwWv1qzoaqio1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8774274697726853693?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8774274697726853693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8774274697726853693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8774274697726853693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8774274697726853693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1085.html' title='1085'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2287111271052228607</id><published>2010-03-12T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:03:11.444Z</updated><title type='text'>1084</title><content type='html'>At least work didn't start until 15:00 today.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be going out to Wilyum's but he got some bad news and rathered to spend the evening alone. Which is fair enough to him. Mother and I went to ASDA and bought DVDs, ice cream, chocolate and pizza.&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;i&gt;Two Weeks Notice&lt;/i&gt; and then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=two_weeks_notice_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/two_weeks_notice_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2287111271052228607?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2287111271052228607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2287111271052228607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2287111271052228607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2287111271052228607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1084.html' title='1084'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6743134456371547670</id><published>2010-03-11T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:15:07.485Z</updated><title type='text'>1083</title><content type='html'>So I appear to have died around 20:30 tonight (now last night) before I could blog or do anything with my evening. Work dragged til 7 and just took it out of me. Came home and just zonked out. Just a very tiring day in general. Wilyum left for uni at half eight in the morning and I stayed at the flat, showered and fell back asleep again. I didn't get home until nearly midday. Started work at 14:00 and that's all I've really done with my day.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepsleepsleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20081021202250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20081021202250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6743134456371547670?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6743134456371547670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6743134456371547670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6743134456371547670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6743134456371547670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1083.html' title='1083'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2388518576875402549</id><published>2010-03-10T21:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:14:32.511Z</updated><title type='text'>1082</title><content type='html'>So I'm at boyfriend's house. This makes me happy. Work was totally shit today but this evening has made up for it. Everything and everyone annoyed me today for some reason. I was just ready to burst into tears. I fucked up the till and ran away before I could get told off for it. I'm sure I'll get in the shit for it tomorrow but I really don't give a bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and changed, threw a few things in a bag and headed to Wilyums'. We've really been sitting here watching telly since I got here. I missed &lt;i&gt;Lambing Live&lt;/i&gt; but boyfriend and I watched a pretty ace game of football instead. God bless Manchester United and their amazingness. I'm kinda sad I never got into football, that said, it's just another thing to be cross/confused about.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna catch up on my lambing whilst Wilyum sleeps. As much as I'd like to drop off this early, no way is that ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be up and out early tomorrow. I've caught some eye death and should really go to the doctors before my eyes go all gross. I'm so tired, I'm ready, willing and able to sleep for days. I'm working 7 days this week. I don't really agree with that. Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_ksptf3HZVK1qzxupto1_400_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_ksptf3HZVK1qzxupto1_400_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2388518576875402549?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2388518576875402549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2388518576875402549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2388518576875402549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2388518576875402549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1082.html' title='1082'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6660906165842206448</id><published>2010-03-09T22:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:58:06.296Z</updated><title type='text'>1081</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't class today as particularly good really. I didn't sleep well but it was lovely to wake up with Wilyum. I was home by about 9am and slept for a bit, went out for work, came home and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired all the time now and I have no idea why. I've spent the evening and most of the day in a bit of a daze. I'm not really sure what's going on. I just seem to be waking up, working and then sleeping again. It's all I seem to do now. I don't know what's changed because I never did much before but I feel ever more drained over the past few weeks. Strange. I wish I had more energy. More energy to spend on fun things or just anything. To go to the gym or knit or even just read. I'd like to spend more time going out and having fun with boyfriend or just alone.&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticker gun at work. Yeah, I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Image0118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Image0118.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6660906165842206448?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6660906165842206448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6660906165842206448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6660906165842206448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6660906165842206448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1081.html' title='1081'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-7521974775435619887</id><published>2010-03-08T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:53:03.595Z</updated><title type='text'>1080</title><content type='html'>Today ended up being a lot more tiring then I first thought. Work was ok and Newton Faulkner was amazing. I would blog more about it but no one really cares and I don't have the energy. I took some photos on my phone but they didn't turn out very well. It was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night and Wilyum's and didn't sleep very well. It was nice to stay though. Lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Image0123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Image0123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-7521974775435619887?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7521974775435619887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=7521974775435619887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7521974775435619887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/7521974775435619887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1080.html' title='1080'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-2670212921221224955</id><published>2010-03-07T20:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:31:10.575Z</updated><title type='text'>1079</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't believe I'm still blogging. It's nuts. I have no idea what compels me to write every day but whatever it is works because I'm nearly at 1100 posts. Strange times. It's nothing much interesting, just a little insight into my life. An insight that I think doesn't really reflect me at all. As a person I mean. I don't know. I'd like to think what type of person I come across through in my blogs. Ho hum. That said, do I really? I guess I'm just really paranoid because I know a great deal of tools that blog. I'm well aware I'm terribly lame, that's no news to me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a good day. Relaxing. I had to start work at 07:30 which wasn't so fun but the 5 hours went quick and I was back and fed up with Sunday lunch in no time. I went to bed then and rested until late evening. I've also been house hunting. Yes. I'm lame. I've found a one bedroom house in Lybester Scotland with 3 acres of land and views of the North Sea. It's only £25,000. I'd like to live up in Scotland, it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;i&gt;Lambing Live&lt;/i&gt; tonight with Kate Humble. I want a farm and a lamb so bad. I might go up to the farm this week or next. I love animals ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=2506022298_e9d3abe235_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/2506022298_e9d3abe235_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-2670212921221224955?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2670212921221224955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=2670212921221224955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2670212921221224955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/2670212921221224955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1079.html' title='1079'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5648714266934574844</id><published>2010-03-06T23:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:04:43.082Z</updated><title type='text'>1078</title><content type='html'>Saturday. A day off. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;The weather wasn't as nice as I'd hoped but Wilyum and I went out to Roath Park and took photos anyway. A nice quiet day spent walking and napping and it was lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;Is very tired and needing of yet more sleeps now.&lt;br /&gt;Braveheart then bed I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5648714266934574844?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5648714266934574844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5648714266934574844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5648714266934574844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5648714266934574844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1078.html' title='1078'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-5774319521604750026</id><published>2010-03-05T22:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:08:06.042Z</updated><title type='text'>1077</title><content type='html'>And so today has been considerably better than yesterday. Work went ok. Claire was working for half my shift and we chatted and planned up next Saturday. Rocky Horror is going to be fantastic. I'm so excited. And Xena and I are talking and we're planning to go and see Hole in Birmingham. It's a shame that everyone can't go and have a fun time. That said, Wilyum and I have just decided to go and see Motion City Soundtrack in a few weeks. That should be ace even though we've no way of getting home. We're also going to see InMe again in May ^-^&lt;br /&gt;It would appear that out of no where, I'm suddenly £70 out of pocket for gigs- not including travel.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;That's what a job's for ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Wilyum for a bit today. 2 hours were spent shopping and 2 hours were spent sleeping. I've got a new teapot and it's very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=5_kurtcour_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/5_kurtcour_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-5774319521604750026?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5774319521604750026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=5774319521604750026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5774319521604750026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/5774319521604750026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1077.html' title='1077'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1853584621792911241</id><published>2010-03-04T23:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:38:13.547Z</updated><title type='text'>1076</title><content type='html'>Today was so shit there's hardly any point blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my room since I've gotten back from work and I've just scoffed chocolate and drunk juice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to date with my Skins and my Glee and now I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kys92qLrCE1qa02keo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kys92qLrCE1qa02keo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1853584621792911241?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1853584621792911241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1853584621792911241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1853584621792911241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1853584621792911241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1076.html' title='1076'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3419216021652974340</id><published>2010-03-03T23:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:45:01.758Z</updated><title type='text'>1075</title><content type='html'>Very tired. Oh so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've only worked for four hours but I seem to have wasted the day away sleeping and not doing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and I spent the evening chatting which was nice. She appreciates my insight and teachings of the world. I'm blunt, to the point and honest. I'm planning to take her to her first gig this month. A little trip out to the Barfly. I think it'll be nice :)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be a better sister for her. The type that likes hugs and shopping. I try my best. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=4379508825_be1d0c417a_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/4379508825_be1d0c417a_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3419216021652974340?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3419216021652974340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3419216021652974340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3419216021652974340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3419216021652974340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1075.html' title='1075'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6958326729878589750</id><published>2010-03-02T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:29:55.263Z</updated><title type='text'>1074</title><content type='html'>This morning was difficult. I was comfy and warm and with boyfriend and didn't particularly want to go to work. It was sad times, but I did. And boy, work dragged like a mother bitch. Four hours again today but my God it felt like a lot more. I got invited out to a quiz night by Dan too. Apparently it's a regular thing and people from the Deri rock up every other Tuesday to play quiz. I wasn't too sure about it but I said yes anyway and I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;After work I came home and slept and bummed around doing nothing. Cleaned my room and then got ready to go out. The quiz was fun. Only six of us but it was really good fun. I got some cider and we had some fun chatting. I'd like this to be a regular thing. I'm sure going places is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Wilyum, myself and family might go to the quiz on Sunday night. It'll be a rave. I like pubs. Something about the nice warm atmosphere that I really like. I don't think I've ever had a bad pub time really. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now. So, so tired. Work again tomorrow and on Thursday and most probably Friday. I will spend my Saturday dying and then it's 07:30 start on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad. Well and truly mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA DeviantART)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=pub_interior_by_lambda79.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/pub_interior_by_lambda79.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6958326729878589750?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6958326729878589750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6958326729878589750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6958326729878589750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6958326729878589750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1074.html' title='1074'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-953887074517843702</id><published>2010-03-01T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:24:08.213Z</updated><title type='text'>1073</title><content type='html'>Happy St David's day and all it's Welshness to y'all this evening.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to wear my daffodil to work and got sad about it. Anyway, I spent the morning in bed, making the most of the fact that I didn't need to be in work until 13:00. So I did my four hours and it was alright because Steve was there and he's a laugh. I think I may've been invited out to Rocky Horror in two weeks because Claire's got spare tickets. It would be nice, even if I am about at least 12 years younger than the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I ran from work to Wilyumses and we went out to see &lt;I&gt;Amy Can Flyy&lt;/i&gt;. The Barfly was as empty as I'd ever seen it and it was full of children. Emo children. And it was a dry bar too, not that it would've made a difference to me but it kinda gets across the lameness of the situation. Regardless, it was a fun night. Four bands, nothing too spectacular. Wilyum and I stood at the back for the most part, laughing at drunken fat children dancing like complete idiots.&lt;br /&gt;We got chips on the way home, watched the Cleveland Show and then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA DeviantART)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=Daffodil_by_lanfear_CC.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/Daffodil_by_lanfear_CC.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-953887074517843702?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/953887074517843702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=953887074517843702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/953887074517843702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/953887074517843702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/1073.html' title='1073'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-4188323773687262596</id><published>2010-02-28T22:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:03:06.957Z</updated><title type='text'>1072</title><content type='html'>I don't think there's anything better than waking up in bed next to the person you care most for, with the sound of birds at the window and the light of dawn creeping through the window. Making the most of a relaxing day we didn't get out of bed until 10am. Drifting in and out of sleep being all warm and comfy. Happy times.&lt;br /&gt;We went to town and bought rugby shirts and came home to watch the football. Well, Wilyum watched the football and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and have spent the majority of the evening watching the 1960s version of Pollyanna which may be one of the best films ever.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be a good day. I don't have to be in work until 13:00 and then I'm out again with Wilyum to see &lt;i&gt;Amy Can Fly&lt;/i&gt; which should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go sleepy now. Am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20090531185303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20090531185303.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-4188323773687262596?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4188323773687262596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=4188323773687262596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4188323773687262596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/4188323773687262596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1072.html' title='1072'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-1850546092022177765</id><published>2010-02-27T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:48:16.607Z</updated><title type='text'>1071</title><content type='html'>Today turned out a lot better than expected. Work was hard but bearable. Steve was there and we spent most of the time singing to songs on the radio. I went to Wilyum's and we lay around for a bit and watched some rugby. I showered and then went out to Bethan's birthday meal. I was quite apprehensive about it. I was scared that Xena was going to completely ignore me or something the same. But it turned out alright. I really hope things can be better between us. Despite all this I still love her ever so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed the night at Wilyum's and we stayed up and talked about life and love etc etc. Really, really well and truly lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kplxxxmtUV1qzcso1o1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kplxxxmtUV1qzcso1o1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-1850546092022177765?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1850546092022177765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=1850546092022177765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1850546092022177765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/1850546092022177765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1071.html' title='1071'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6162618348652785289</id><published>2010-02-26T23:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:37:50.129Z</updated><title type='text'>1070</title><content type='html'>Another eight hour day and I'm totally exhausted. Five and a half hours tomorrow and then I shall be free... until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm way tired and ready for bed. I bought a Euro Millions today so I'll wait until it draws and then I shall go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Had a very lovely phone conversation with my boyfriend face. The highlight of my evening really :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kwbqfmocqV1qzyrwvo1_400_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kwbqfmocqV1qzyrwvo1_400_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6162618348652785289?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6162618348652785289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6162618348652785289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6162618348652785289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6162618348652785289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1070.html' title='1070'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-3980106361637061977</id><published>2010-02-25T21:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:40:18.305Z</updated><title type='text'>1069</title><content type='html'>And so I waste the time before Skins comes on. I'm pleased with how this series has played out. It's been a bit tepid but nice, it's not been all horrible. People haven't all been having sex with each other as much as in the other seasons. Anyway. I think tonight or next week may be the last episode... I'm pretty sure there's only 6 this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been shite. I spent 8 hours at work with 2 hours at home in between. I've been in a daze all day. Not knowing what I'm doing, what I'm saying. Like my mind is having a rest and my body is on autopilot. There's no other way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kx62nfbCs41qzz4c2o1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/tumblr_kx62nfbCs41qzz4c2o1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-3980106361637061977?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3980106361637061977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=3980106361637061977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3980106361637061977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/3980106361637061977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1069.html' title='1069'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8342503493872831428</id><published>2010-02-24T20:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:22:47.499Z</updated><title type='text'>1068</title><content type='html'>Today has been good. Productive in the morning, mother took me to ASDA to buy my detox foods. The fridge is now full of fruit juice and vegetables. Although I'm craving coke like way bad :(&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to see Wilyum and somehow we managed to spend almost six hours lying around doing nothing. Well, Wilyum cleaned for some of the time and I made tea... but apart from that neither of us moved.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even 20:30 and I'm exhausted already. Exhausted and full of salad and juice. I hope this detox thing works else I shall be cross. I don't even know why I'm doing it really. A vain attempt to be less full and frumpy. Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outlook for tomorrow is pretty crap. I'm working for eight hours and it's not going to be fun. I'm pretty sure the highlight of my day will be that I get to have porridge in the morning for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=20080521200142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/20080521200142.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8342503493872831428?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8342503493872831428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8342503493872831428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8342503493872831428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8342503493872831428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1068.html' title='1068'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-6038818620490574355</id><published>2010-02-23T22:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:12:53.796Z</updated><title type='text'>1067</title><content type='html'>Today started off promising. I was up and out by 09:45 but back home and in bed by 12:30. I went to Hobbycraft and spent a million pounds on new craft supplies and then went to Shaws and bought a lot of wool.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and slept/dozed/lay around for about 5 hours. Then I ate the house and went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=472685665_25589d3a9d_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/472685665_25589d3a9d_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-6038818620490574355?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6038818620490574355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=6038818620490574355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6038818620490574355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/6038818620490574355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1067.html' title='1067'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063329042579225688.post-8173201299153816673</id><published>2010-02-22T23:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:34:27.771Z</updated><title type='text'>1066</title><content type='html'>I can't function. It's too late and I'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've worked and have seen my boyfriend. The latter made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might go shopping. We'll see, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(VIA WeHeartIt)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/?action=view&amp;current=4305685384_c44f325e54_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h18/fallen--angelx/4305685384_c44f325e54_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063329042579225688-8173201299153816673?l=screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8173201299153816673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063329042579225688&amp;postID=8173201299153816673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8173201299153816673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063329042579225688/posts/default/8173201299153816673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamsofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/1066.html' title='1066'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12143416462924718366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng9q-FnBLyg/TAahzWNT3sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ2nFDseX60/S220/DSC_0059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
