<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6076005252825007673</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:27:37.289-08:00</updated><category term="Florence"/><category term="party"/><category term="work"/><category term="bored"/><category term="friends"/><category term="going out"/><category term="hamburg"/><category term="job"/><category term="cupcakes"/><category term="first"/><category term="italy"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="concert"/><category term="day"/><category term="home"/><category term="justin"/><category term="money"/><category term="nozuka"/><category term="pink"/><category 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href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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night.&lt;br /&gt;I did go out.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night I went to an Irish pub with the F. and L. (the other two dutch girls).&lt;br /&gt;It was karaoke night and we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d never been to anything like that so I laughed my ass off at the ridiculous people.&lt;br /&gt;And the Irish bartenede J., was vey cute.&lt;br /&gt;Might try to make a move on him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;8 bucks for a drink and free buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Since we&#39;re Dutch, we just went all you can eat on them.&lt;br /&gt;After that, a short stop at the pub and than off to the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;The first one was extremely lame, bad music and young boys.&lt;br /&gt;But the second one was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;When we first came in it looked a bit shabby.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy came up to us and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;We instantly saw he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;He did the little had thing, you know.&lt;br /&gt;We spend the entire night dancing with him and his (boy?)friend.&lt;br /&gt;He was so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was lame.&lt;br /&gt;And now it&#39;s amazing weather, so I&#39;m completely happy.&lt;br /&gt;I went on a little tour of Florence yesterday, that was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So, that&#39;s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sunny - ?)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/296414701987128627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunny-yesterday-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/296414701987128627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/296414701987128627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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time I was online, so I&#39;ll try to make up for it now.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I&#39;, allready making major progress in Italian.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s so cool, I learn a lot each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don&#39;t feel very italian, since the weather is crappy and I spent most of my time inside.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that about to change thouhg, since I&#39;ve met the other two dutch girls at my school and we&#39;re going out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And tommorow night.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we&#39;re going an irish pub wich has karaoke night, I&#39;m very curious.&lt;br /&gt;And tommorow we&#39;ll be going out to dinner and after that hit the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;ve warned me for the italian guys, apparatnly they&#39;re grabbers.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the kind of guy that sneaks up behind you and grabbes you.&lt;br /&gt;Scary, but I can stand my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about the most exciting thing for me all week, it&#39;s been a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;I did see an incredibly cute guy yesterday when I was taking a walk.&lt;br /&gt;( I try to keep busy) He was jogging and omg, he was so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life isn&#39;t very interesting so far, but I&#39;ll try to keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you&#39;ll excuse me, I&#39;ve seen the cutest jacket at H&amp;amp;M and I have to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Noisettes - Never Forget You )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/7392749090475486210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-update-on-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/7392749090475486210'/><link rel='self' 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s A Start</title><content type='html'>So, it&#39;s my first day in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;All very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;My trip went fine yesterday and I arrived savely at my appartement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appartement is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Just to bad it&#39;s so far from the centre, but it&#39;s pretty big and I have it all to myzelf.&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks another girl will come, but till then I&#39;m on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of great and also kind of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I don&#39;t really know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first class.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in the beginner class with two korean guys.&lt;br /&gt;We communicate in poor englisch and italian.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a little rocky as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s all very groundschool level, with lots of pictures and funny assignements.&lt;br /&gt;But it&#39;s also harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;There supposidly two other Dutch girls at the school, but they&#39;re in higher classes so maybe I&#39;ll meet them tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t eaten anything all day, cause I had to catch my bus.&lt;br /&gt;I should really rent a bike or at least get a monthtocket for public transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Either way I&#39;ll look for a supermarket later today, cause I need food for diner.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure what to do with the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Except for calling my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I meet some interesting people soon.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there won&#39;t be any pictures to brigthen up the posts.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in an internetcafe and that&#39;s just too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gavin Degraw - Free)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-1839884932196876551</id><published>2010-03-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:08:41.899-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="airplain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lugage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s A Little Girl To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3onl9HrgSzvGPnnE3P7dd6Rb8T6euBKgdHH3T2XAcIhMXXxzFRvHSMMKPH4lLI_fT8-NTm6SWOx3MCCeetyFYh7vxYMFO8VgStQwzcwz5Z4R9e6UGzKvE-nIkqoGSESGHMbkHCMw_LTo/s1600/Airplane.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453361421681979570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3onl9HrgSzvGPnnE3P7dd6Rb8T6euBKgdHH3T2XAcIhMXXxzFRvHSMMKPH4lLI_fT8-NTm6SWOx3MCCeetyFYh7vxYMFO8VgStQwzcwz5Z4R9e6UGzKvE-nIkqoGSESGHMbkHCMw_LTo/s200/Airplane.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m leaving for Florence tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I&#39;ve mentioned over and over before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m just so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve barely slept in the past couple of days, but even though I&#39;m so tired I can&#39;t seem to sit for more than a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making blogposting extremely difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend over two, maybe even three hours packing today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to figure out what to take with me and most importantly, what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryanair has this absurd lugage restriction, so my suitcase can weight no more than 15 kilo&#39;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I&#39;m a girl, I need loads of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s genetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, the hardest thing was trying to balance my handlugage with my suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, as a compromise for the suitcaserule, you&#39;re handlugage can be 10 kilo&#39;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now 25 kilo&#39;s in total would be fine, only now my handlugage is a weekendbag and 8 kilo&#39;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I will be carrying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m just a little girl, that&#39;s going to be tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope they don&#39;t give me a hard time at customs, because it just barely meets the size restrictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I&#39;ll take a quick look at my bags tommorow and then just risk it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I have to try to figure out what to wear tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my friends, T., N. and M. are going to a town nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A slightly bigger town with more clubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off course tonigh summertime sets in, so we have one hour less to party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Dutch cheapness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I&#39;m excited though, it&#39;ll be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can&#39;t wait for tommorow, but I&#39;m sad to leave my parents, sister and friends at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BoB - Nothing On You)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/1839884932196876551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-little-girl-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1839884932196876551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1839884932196876551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-8819127034512843398</id><published>2010-03-23T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:37:31.132-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarassing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="younger"/><title type='text'>Little White Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLAciBkoCJjotPwjwlc8rV8wEZqDUz11Dn0jPdE3PXy8BE-oJx_i59sURVE1h8rYVXm4cBH_vROttcMhHqNbpM-2uTfIF_797jJ9keDv0Z-gFlM3kYUuwyGZU7KCzv8Ej0LLIXen59vE/s1600-h/tequila+shot.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451776128798819106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLAciBkoCJjotPwjwlc8rV8wEZqDUz11Dn0jPdE3PXy8BE-oJx_i59sURVE1h8rYVXm4cBH_vROttcMhHqNbpM-2uTfIF_797jJ9keDv0Z-gFlM3kYUuwyGZU7KCzv8Ej0LLIXen59vE/s200/tequila+shot.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something quite embarassing happend to me last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night started out fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went to M.&#39;s house, who just got back from Vancouver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had some great stories about wierd Canadians, no offence, you&#39;re just a little wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went out and T. came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She&#39;s doing a lot better now and was ready to party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though she&#39;s only alowed two alcoholic consumptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had a couple of tequila shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where it kind of started going wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because I was drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, I can hold my liquor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was looking around when I saw a cute guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say cute, I mean cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blond hair, a little baby face, but strangly enough, that seems to be my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always go for guys that look a little younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this means, I´ll become a cougar later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope not though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I started flirting with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very obviously as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the drill, looking over, smiling, playing with my hair, gigling with my friends&lt;br /&gt;So finally we were standing close and the idiot poors his beer over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have known better at that point, than to keep flirting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of the beer, that happends all the time, but because he didn´t use it to his advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I would have made a joke and offered him a drink or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use it as an ice-breaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe throw in a bad line, like: &quot;I&#39;m sorry, I always get clumsy around cute guys.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, after another while of flirting, he came over and we started dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a little shy, something felt a little off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We&#39;re almost there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He askes me &quot;where do you live? how old are you?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say: &quot;18 and you?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;I&#39;m 16.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I told him it wasn&#39;t going to happend and went back to my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who all laughed at face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel a little wierd about it, but I&#39;m glad I didn&#39;t make out with him or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends, J., said he should have just lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she&#39;s right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here&#39;s some advice to guys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a girl tells you she older than you, you don&#39;t tell her your real age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if she doesn&#39;t really believe you, you&#39;ll still have a shot with her and she won&#39;t feel like a pedofile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls don&#39;t come to clubs to find a boyfriend, so you don&#39;t have to tell her the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s for her own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Boys Like Girls - Two Is Better Than One)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/8819127034512843398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-white-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/8819127034512843398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/8819127034512843398'/><link 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-5837577708961063999</id><published>2010-03-20T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T06:04:24.550-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="excited"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nervous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stress"/><title type='text'>Working Out The Details Or What To Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIIyA9CktAA_-fz502xO0oBJC5EM5IC4Lcj9NqJcLLeMWk42pZnzuD-IxCWyeQJQvOCLcIokUUGZ9xDmCHJVskjWkdJVgXFR3BT6HcJS63TdYq-FmY_NSMSme0XPI51XUC6xN8mHZydg/s1600-h/suitcases.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450701155605823954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIIyA9CktAA_-fz502xO0oBJC5EM5IC4Lcj9NqJcLLeMWk42pZnzuD-IxCWyeQJQvOCLcIokUUGZ9xDmCHJVskjWkdJVgXFR3BT6HcJS63TdYq-FmY_NSMSme0XPI51XUC6xN8mHZydg/s200/suitcases.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, well, my life isn&#39;t any more interesting these days.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m still exhausted from working a double shift last thursday, but that&#39;s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m also constantly a little nervous. I&#39;m leaving in 8 days and I have to take care of the last details.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s such a wierd feeling, it&#39;s finally getting real.&lt;br /&gt;I heard where I&#39;ll be staying in Florence yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly not very close to the language school or the centre, but I can manage 20 minutes by bus or bike every day.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know where I&#39;ll be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Google for inventing streetview.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been walking around Florence all day.&lt;br /&gt;A genius invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all I have left tot do now is plan and pack.&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of little things I need to take care of when I have arrived, like getting a buscard and timetable and renting a bike and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All things I sort of need to plan now.&lt;br /&gt;The most important queation however still remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;What to pack?&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve allready made a list, but I haven&#39;t decided on the clothes and shoes yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&#39;m such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s my biggest problem and a little sad, but I find it so hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take all my clothes, but I&#39;d need three extra plain tickets.&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s not really an option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see I&#39;m very excited and a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don&#39;t miss my flight or get robbed or something...&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jesse McCartney - Right Where You Want Me)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/5837577708961063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/working-out-details-or-what-to-pack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/5837577708961063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/5837577708961063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/working-out-details-or-what-to-pack.html' title='Working Out The Details Or What To Pack'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIIyA9CktAA_-fz502xO0oBJC5EM5IC4Lcj9NqJcLLeMWk42pZnzuD-IxCWyeQJQvOCLcIokUUGZ9xDmCHJVskjWkdJVgXFR3BT6HcJS63TdYq-FmY_NSMSme0XPI51XUC6xN8mHZydg/s72-c/suitcases.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-4816442674616417842</id><published>2010-03-06T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:44:24.410-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italy"/><title type='text'>Creeping Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjxqrFsfD1YC0UBCSAfoLpeKaibGYexliQ5QeA6FAlkGmxWMObwfbByah50bYQyWji5v7U5aTECH81O369J7uC6p42j4HCjX9aWNIJjDfh9LaSBe9yM0rnTYBJqtiWs8WYzI6dGKntRI4/s1600-h/florence.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445469881452229970&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjxqrFsfD1YC0UBCSAfoLpeKaibGYexliQ5QeA6FAlkGmxWMObwfbByah50bYQyWji5v7U5aTECH81O369J7uC6p42j4HCjX9aWNIJjDfh9LaSBe9yM0rnTYBJqtiWs8WYzI6dGKntRI4/s200/florence.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just three more weeks before I go to Florence...&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m starting to get very, very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Excited too, but mostly just nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to be in Italy and finally see the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand I&#39;ll be completely on my own in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;Where I don&#39;t speak the language yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it&#39;s going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It just has to be.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&#39;m ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve allready been to Hamburg semi on my own.&lt;br /&gt;So I know I&#39;ll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s just feels so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s it.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing going on in my life really.&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting thing I did all week was buying a new parfume.&lt;br /&gt;God, I&#39;m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tired, I had to delivere 43 kilo&#39;s of mail last Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AJ Rafael - Showstopper)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/4816442674616417842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/creeping-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/4816442674616417842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/4816442674616417842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/03/creeping-up.html' title='Creeping Up'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjxqrFsfD1YC0UBCSAfoLpeKaibGYexliQ5QeA6FAlkGmxWMObwfbByah50bYQyWji5v7U5aTECH81O369J7uC6p42j4HCjX9aWNIJjDfh9LaSBe9yM0rnTYBJqtiWs8WYzI6dGKntRI4/s72-c/florence.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-7529721800696294323</id><published>2010-02-24T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:48:20.270-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iceskating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kramer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="olympics"/><title type='text'>Are You Kidding Me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3NC1o43EVemsTOes0hJGJjRe6ECBefPtrimLgJuuQmWANwAY83qYhkS3ZRBo5THytTX-HI1o5wHYpF8RE42r4hVvwu4DGUvWJlT_Z7NO7RkSJ8oBVgME6JhVYBPqEduzLLP313a-z40/s1600-h/sven+kramer.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441744328906591954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3NC1o43EVemsTOes0hJGJjRe6ECBefPtrimLgJuuQmWANwAY83qYhkS3ZRBo5THytTX-HI1o5wHYpF8RE42r4hVvwu4DGUvWJlT_Z7NO7RkSJ8oBVgME6JhVYBPqEduzLLP313a-z40/s200/sven+kramer.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can&#39;t believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching the Olympics last night (10 km iceskating men) and it was horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sure shot at another gold medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful race ever and the moron screws it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iceskating is the only sport I get excited about, because it&#39;s the only thing we Dutch win at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m still so pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was jumping up and down the sofa swearing like a sailor when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, what idiot. switches. to. the. wrong. track?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your a worldchampion iceskater for godsake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&#39;d imagine you&#39;d know how these things go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sven Kramer has been my favourite athlete since he won his first Olympic Gold medal on his 19th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, a mistake this stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would have beaten Lee by four seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four f#cking seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee broke the olypic record and Sven would have broken that record&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By four seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can&#39;t believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I&#39;m a little embarassed about getting so wound up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this doesn&#39;t even deserve a song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/7529721800696294323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/7529721800696294323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/7529721800696294323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are You Kidding Me?!'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3NC1o43EVemsTOes0hJGJjRe6ECBefPtrimLgJuuQmWANwAY83qYhkS3ZRBo5THytTX-HI1o5wHYpF8RE42r4hVvwu4DGUvWJlT_Z7NO7RkSJ8oBVgME6JhVYBPqEduzLLP313a-z40/s72-c/sven+kramer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-6088349846571346711</id><published>2010-02-21T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:36:17.417-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhw26mueImk1YCbCSpSyr8e2CimZIuwqeRYVkhKTNP3Qcuc2oURkhD6NClWHcNG-JeMUmvlV_vKW1W3s1WMirgyTBKWo79I8wBL80y5Peb_Fcy4qrfKNHU-Ik-m_B1rK3RUcg8StO98I/s1600-h/party+club.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440658927092077682&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhw26mueImk1YCbCSpSyr8e2CimZIuwqeRYVkhKTNP3Qcuc2oURkhD6NClWHcNG-JeMUmvlV_vKW1W3s1WMirgyTBKWo79I8wBL80y5Peb_Fcy4qrfKNHU-Ik-m_B1rK3RUcg8StO98I/s200/party+club.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, now that was a lame birthday party yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out okay, but it ended in awkward boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend J., was celebrating her 19th birthday and because we broke the front door last time, she didn&#39;t buy a lot of booze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which isn&#39;t neccesarily a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially since her friends from college managed to get tipsy on the little beer and wine there was anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was nice at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking, chilling and mainly hanning out in her livingroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until we went to the only club in our shitty little town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That club always used to be fun, but somehow the crowd there has changed and it&#39;s not so great anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went there, my buzz completely wore off and I was starting to get a little uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, a lot of people were &#39;tired&#39; or &#39;not feeling great&#39;, so they went hom early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There just weren&#39;t enough of my close friends left to really party with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a little left out, so I was holding back and getting bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And J. had all close friends there, after all it was her party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I went home with two other people around 2:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is early for me on a saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just to damn awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, I&#39;m not hungover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&#39;s kind of nice for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do wish S. and T. were there last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would have been so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Laura Jansen - Single Girls)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/6088349846571346711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-now-that-was-lame-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6088349846571346711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6088349846571346711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-now-that-was-lame-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhw26mueImk1YCbCSpSyr8e2CimZIuwqeRYVkhKTNP3Qcuc2oURkhD6NClWHcNG-JeMUmvlV_vKW1W3s1WMirgyTBKWo79I8wBL80y5Peb_Fcy4qrfKNHU-Ik-m_B1rK3RUcg8StO98I/s72-c/party+club.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-1456446329616702798</id><published>2010-02-11T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:49:41.998-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trombosis"/><title type='text'>You&#39;ve Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhQMLfV1Eig81HksgzHbVAP5FGVadUuboG1H96KjAuoGQMSF5CLAltv4zrOE8taWxkgNdywUKWbVS03x3wEJe02_2mETuyepsQXq2dtnvd6h7sRwCywWhdNZIHhMe2ht9Pib2KKYHFe4/s1600-h/post.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438049505168682290&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhQMLfV1Eig81HksgzHbVAP5FGVadUuboG1H96KjAuoGQMSF5CLAltv4zrOE8taWxkgNdywUKWbVS03x3wEJe02_2mETuyepsQXq2dtnvd6h7sRwCywWhdNZIHhMe2ht9Pib2KKYHFe4/s200/post.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first day as mail delivery person today.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s my job since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I&#39;m not proud of it, but money is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it&#39;s only once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course it&#39;s just my luck that it started snowing here again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t let it bother me too much though.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it&#39;s not 25 inches or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it&#39;s been a long hard day.&lt;br /&gt;And awefully cold too.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve walked so much that my knee hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn&#39;t all bad.&lt;br /&gt;And now I kind of know the area so it won&#39;t take me 3 hours next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don&#39;t have trombosis in my leg, like poor T.&lt;br /&gt;The girl can&#39;t catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;She was doing a lot better since her accident, but her leg hurted so bad she went to the doctor today.&lt;br /&gt;Who found out she&#39;s got bloodclogging in her leg.&lt;br /&gt;So now she&#39;s have to inject herself with bloodthinning medicin and wear special supportsocks for the next six months.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being 18 and having to wear a special sock all summer?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a thankfull that it isn&#39;t me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my other friends are celebrating carnaval this weekend down south, but I can&#39;t afford it.&lt;br /&gt;And I don&#39;t really like caranaval either.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I&#39;ll be alone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night in front of the t.v....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James Morisson - Call The Police)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/1456446329616702798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/youve-got-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1456446329616702798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1456446329616702798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&#39;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhQMLfV1Eig81HksgzHbVAP5FGVadUuboG1H96KjAuoGQMSF5CLAltv4zrOE8taWxkgNdywUKWbVS03x3wEJe02_2mETuyepsQXq2dtnvd6h7sRwCywWhdNZIHhMe2ht9Pib2KKYHFe4/s72-c/post.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-4023507607146452866</id><published>2010-02-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:08:23.975-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car accident"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><title type='text'>By Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LJz5TreAS8C7xv1eREYwWejH0cLY9YFBr7XlmsFGWi5t-b8a9tXg4mluU0Jnnm6KReLrqNlKlmffcGNjt_ixx4LyqbQwRqupbnJN2RS0QWItBOKtZSm_kf1Ec71l8Wk_904CqJxtoFE/s1600-h/totalloss01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433647558732718946&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LJz5TreAS8C7xv1eREYwWejH0cLY9YFBr7XlmsFGWi5t-b8a9tXg4mluU0Jnnm6KReLrqNlKlmffcGNjt_ixx4LyqbQwRqupbnJN2RS0QWItBOKtZSm_kf1Ec71l8Wk_904CqJxtoFE/s200/totalloss01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got home from visiting my best friend T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned before she was in Africa and supposed to come back this friday, but she returned a week early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like N. to suprise us, but because she was in a car-accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, that&#39;s horrible, I was in complete shock when I read her e-mail last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was in a taxi somewhere in Senegal when the driver lost control of the car and they crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car accidents are one of the main causes of death to tourists in Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roades are crap, the cars are crap and the drivers are crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had so much luck though, she&#39;s relatively unharmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her leg has a giant cut in it and she has stitches on her forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she&#39;s mostly just bruised and she has troubles moving, cause her muscles took a huge blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she has hardly energy, so I couldn&#39;t stay very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She described everything really bad, but the swelling in her face subsided, so now it&#39;s just greenisch and her right eye lookes like a 4 year old goth girl put make-up on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything aside it was great to see her again, even though I couldn&#39;t hug her it was amazing to just sit and chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she still has her spirit, she was mostly bummed out, cause now she has to wait another before she can go out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Jamiroquai - Love Foolosophy )&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/4023507607146452866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-accident.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/4023507607146452866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/4023507607146452866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-accident.html' title='By Accident'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LJz5TreAS8C7xv1eREYwWejH0cLY9YFBr7XlmsFGWi5t-b8a9tXg4mluU0Jnnm6KReLrqNlKlmffcGNjt_ixx4LyqbQwRqupbnJN2RS0QWItBOKtZSm_kf1Ec71l8Wk_904CqJxtoFE/s72-c/totalloss01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-810640898106372793</id><published>2010-01-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:07:04.966-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traveling"/><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8BE27DSnFQQ6GkIANXV9lxnhsBxN4r7lq86-e_JTIQmHjIKGadfp0-oJg7xZql5Uk8cV6kP-QUM9ExRffUCnMOPhI1Ls4gQkpwO47scxYU8IeVPOOSngOsv4h_eh1vbECE7rkx2qbEg/s1600-h/new-york.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431807027250291154&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8BE27DSnFQQ6GkIANXV9lxnhsBxN4r7lq86-e_JTIQmHjIKGadfp0-oJg7xZql5Uk8cV6kP-QUM9ExRffUCnMOPhI1Ls4gQkpwO47scxYU8IeVPOOSngOsv4h_eh1vbECE7rkx2qbEg/s200/new-york.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend N. returned from New York last week and decided not to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she had been planning it since december, cause she thought it&#39;d funny to suprise us.&lt;br /&gt;I was allready wondering for the past weeks when she&#39;d come back, but I did&#39;n&#39;t ask her.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I&#39;m such a good friend that I hadn&#39;t talked to her for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn&#39;t want to, I just kept forgetting to e-mail her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great suprise.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s so awesome to see her again and she&#39;s got these amazing stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Right now she&#39;s trying to decide wether to go back next month.&lt;br /&gt;Her millionair boyfriend (that kind of stuff only happends to her) bought her a plane ticket, because he want&#39;s her to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She only wants to come if he gets her an appartment and a job first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to be sure she won&#39;t be depending on his charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she isn&#39;t sure she likes him enough too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m curious to see what she&#39;ll decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And N. isn&#39;t my only returned friend. My best friend T. is coming back from Senegal next week and I&#39;m so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fun as it is to have N. back, I missed T. more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She&#39;s my party-buddy and the one I go to when I&#39;m bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can sit in her kitchen for hours eating cookies, drinking tea and completely analysing the past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really missed her, so I can&#39;t wait to see her again and hug her senseless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s really a roullette with my friends this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime one persons comes back another one goes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As N. and T. come home, S. is going off to Ghana in two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in two months I&#39;ll be in Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only one who stays all year is M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to go to New Sealand or Russia, yeah those two have nothing in common whatsoever, but she can&#39;t come up with the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can&#39;t save anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And besides that she wants to go to Dramaschool next year, so all her time and money are spend on auditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her new boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s a good thing though that not everybody&#39;s gone at the same time, I&#39;d be bored out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there&#39;s allways someone to hang out with or party with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even without T., though it&#39;s not as much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m still having job and money issues and I&#39;m really bummed that I can&#39;t go anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of wanted to go back to Hamburg for a week or so and visit friends in different towns, but I can&#39;t afford it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least I&#39;m going to Italy, I can&#39;t wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cold weather is staring to piss me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I constantly have a cold, it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Racoon - Love you more)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/810640898106372793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/till.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/810640898106372793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/810640898106372793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/till.html' title='Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8BE27DSnFQQ6GkIANXV9lxnhsBxN4r7lq86-e_JTIQmHjIKGadfp0-oJg7xZql5Uk8cV6kP-QUM9ExRffUCnMOPhI1Ls4gQkpwO47scxYU8IeVPOOSngOsv4h_eh1vbECE7rkx2qbEg/s72-c/new-york.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-6307169805140976658</id><published>2010-01-21T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:54:34.735-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cupcakes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="next"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pastry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet"/><title type='text'>Holy Mother Of All That&#39;s Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdxgRoE_-V0CAL-y9FyWHzcP2NzBKiJ_dfZelxWy0nemaC5iWG9NbrWa-nn56f4neY9jfvW6QFh2bCP8kC6LSojkBbH89QFMr6sbb-XIY-F6F-ifDexlAXJj6pxpGgXh_yzkvmanp7sY/s1600-h/cupcake-wedding-cakes02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429917705701456786&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdxgRoE_-V0CAL-y9FyWHzcP2NzBKiJ_dfZelxWy0nemaC5iWG9NbrWa-nn56f4neY9jfvW6QFh2bCP8kC6LSojkBbH89QFMr6sbb-XIY-F6F-ifDexlAXJj6pxpGgXh_yzkvmanp7sY/s320/cupcake-wedding-cakes02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I&#39;d be fun to check where &#39;next page&#39; get&#39;s me now.&lt;br /&gt;You know, that little thing in the top corner of your screen that you never use, that takes you to a related weblog.&lt;br /&gt;I think it&#39;s funny just to see in what category my weblog is.&lt;br /&gt;I tried it before and it got me to all these wierd bookreview pages.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do so many people write weblogs about other peoples books.&lt;br /&gt;Dont&#39;get me wrong, I have nothing against books or useless weblogs (mine isn&#39;t that interesting).&lt;br /&gt;But why, oh why, so many?&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, why am I amongst those?&lt;br /&gt;I hate bookreviews. I judge books on it cover and I haven&#39;t writen a report since Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I decided to try it again today and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;I landed on some incredibly impressive pastry pages.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like they categorise you on the topic of your last post, cause I only wish I could bake like those people.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m suprised my keyboard still works, cause I drowled all over it.&lt;br /&gt;No just kidding, but hey were some gorgeous pictures of cupcakes and frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those kind of cookbook pictures that make food look like art.&lt;br /&gt;Though mine never resemble them.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a good cook though.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m only eighteen, but I think it&#39;s save to say that I have a talent for cooking and baking.&lt;br /&gt;Some of that might have to do with the fact that I love eating as well.&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s something about good food that can just make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I had the supplies to make those kind of amazing looking cakes and cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I&#39;ll just have to do with great tasting, but plain looking food.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday, there&#39;ll be people drowling over pictures of my pastry.&lt;br /&gt;Would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, try the &#39;next page&#39; button.&lt;br /&gt;Either from my page, very recommendable.&lt;br /&gt;Or from your own, and check out where you&#39;re categorised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kelis - Milkshake)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/6307169805140976658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-mother-of-all-thats-sweet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6307169805140976658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6307169805140976658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-mother-of-all-thats-sweet.html' title='Holy Mother Of All That&#39;s Sweet'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdxgRoE_-V0CAL-y9FyWHzcP2NzBKiJ_dfZelxWy0nemaC5iWG9NbrWa-nn56f4neY9jfvW6QFh2bCP8kC6LSojkBbH89QFMr6sbb-XIY-F6F-ifDexlAXJj6pxpGgXh_yzkvmanp7sY/s72-c/cupcake-wedding-cakes02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-246210873714767987</id><published>2010-01-20T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:56:49.433-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sick"/><title type='text'>If Even Baking Doesn&#39;t Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny9gIvDr0kzIY1BYeA3_0Vo6RA9p-alU6467LpT6Sl-9iwflVBrf2glXbbENaiTeLrndzX6YQsv2sUMpqh5FAd20dxBW5uTEfmNx0JzpxZtMt1fu5PiSWNfxUCtpgIesQfMsgpSudch8/s1600-h/baking.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429918434338097138&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny9gIvDr0kzIY1BYeA3_0Vo6RA9p-alU6467LpT6Sl-9iwflVBrf2glXbbENaiTeLrndzX6YQsv2sUMpqh5FAd20dxBW5uTEfmNx0JzpxZtMt1fu5PiSWNfxUCtpgIesQfMsgpSudch8/s200/baking.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love baking.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know why, but I have a thing for food that&#39;s oven baked.&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s something about baking that comforts me and off course, it smells great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s why I was baking jelly filled muffins yesterday even though I&#39;m ill.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&#39;d try as some kind of therapy.&lt;br /&gt;It didn&#39;t really help though, because I can&#39;t really taste anything due to my severe cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks being sick, especially because I haven&#39;t been healthy for that long.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t usesully get sick and I had the swineflu in Hamburg.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Though I&#39;m doing a lot better allready.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a mean cough and my head&#39;s filled with bugger, I don&#39;t have fever.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I&#39;m also on my period so I&#39;m completely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing never come alone I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I&#39;m wondering if saying that I&#39;m on my period in a weblog is kind of tacky.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you don&#39;t know who I am and it&#39;s all natural after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job search hasn&#39;t had a lot of result yet.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody recession.&lt;br /&gt;I left my CV in a shoe store in town that&#39;s hiring, but I haven&#39;t heard from them yet.&lt;br /&gt;And I applied for a job as receptionist, but they needed someone for at least three months and I&#39;m leaving in two so that didn&#39;t work out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m definitly starting to get frustrated, I have to make some more money and I&#39;m starting to get very bored.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, life sucks from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caro Emerald - A Night Like This)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/246210873714767987/comments/default' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny9gIvDr0kzIY1BYeA3_0Vo6RA9p-alU6467LpT6Sl-9iwflVBrf2glXbbENaiTeLrndzX6YQsv2sUMpqh5FAd20dxBW5uTEfmNx0JzpxZtMt1fu5PiSWNfxUCtpgIesQfMsgpSudch8/s72-c/baking.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-2639102311635685329</id><published>2010-01-13T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:04:19.367-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="university"/><title type='text'>Get The Job Done</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I&#39;ve been searching for a job.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this little town I live there&#39;s just nothing for young girls with no actual training.&lt;br /&gt;I have a highschool diploma, but that doesn&#39;t get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m finally feeling the results of the economic-crisis and it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s just noone who hires through a jobagency anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s exactly how I want to work.&lt;br /&gt;A little light administrative work, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is starting to get on my case about earning some of my own money and doind something beside sitting at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s got a point, but it&#39;s not like I don&#39;t want to work.&lt;br /&gt;I just don&#39;t want to work at a supermarket again.&lt;br /&gt;Or something crappy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I&#39;m going to sign in with a couple more agencies.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I saw a shoestore that was looking for salespeople.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I could try that.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a girl, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m working on the sitting around thing too.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I&#39;ll be visiting some friends in college.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;ll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to write a letter of motivation to the University.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study Liberal Arts and Sciences next year and they have a personal procedure.&lt;br /&gt;So, I&#39;ll be working on a at least one page essay on why I want to study that.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I could write it in 3 or 4 lines, but I don&#39;t think they&#39;ll go for that.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna have to write some crap around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very good news:&lt;br /&gt;I am definitly going to Italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally organised the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be doing a languagecourse in Florence from 29-03 till 22-05.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I definitly have to earn money, because it&#39;s kind of expensive.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that I&#39;m going though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coldplay - The Scientist)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/2639102311635685329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-job-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/2639102311635685329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/2639102311635685329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-job-done.html' title='Get The Job Done'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-1977958709310435884</id><published>2010-01-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:18:49.920-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Boredom is starting to take me over.&lt;br /&gt;Which is like a downward spiral to me.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I don&#39;t really have something to do, I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;And when I&#39;m bored there&#39;s nothing I want to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Leading to even more boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week I&#39;ve been sitting at home doing pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a job, but I&#39;m kind of half-assing it.&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s plenty of things to do, like cleaning out my room or going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;But I just don&#39;t feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I&#39;ve watched the entire first season of Glee.&lt;br /&gt;Which is amazing, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I&#39;ll clean up today.&lt;br /&gt;I have to, I can&#39;t really see the floor in my room anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And than... I don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;Watch some t.v. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waylon - Wicked Way)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/1977958709310435884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1977958709310435884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1977958709310435884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-1122370746042557224</id><published>2010-01-02T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:49:49.718-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="resolutions"/><title type='text'>New Year&#39;s Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I can never stick to my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;I have no selfdiscipline.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, one of them just is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;You see, you can&#39;t starting to drink less on New Year&#39;s Eve.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s insane.&lt;br /&gt;And once you broke one, why even try the others, right.&lt;br /&gt;I always have the same resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) work-out more&lt;br /&gt;2) stop eating so much candy&lt;br /&gt;3) drink less alcohol&lt;br /&gt;4) work harder&lt;br /&gt;5) actually organise stuff I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever been able to see any of those through for longer than a week.&lt;br /&gt;A little sad, but I don&#39;t really care that much.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I drank a lot on New Year&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes resolution #3.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I got drunk. I drank twice what my friends drank and still I was the only one who was remotely sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to eat away my light hangover, I had a lot of left-over christmas cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault, they are just way to good.&lt;br /&gt;Exit #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t go to the gym today, but watched Glee instead.&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sure the other two of my resolutions won&#39;t make it to the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;Who needs &#39;em anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good luck to all of you in 2010 and hopefully you made some better resolutions than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/1122370746042557224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1122370746042557224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/1122370746042557224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&#39;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-780241865947137173</id><published>2009-12-28T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:59:49.961-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crap"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>Christmas Crap</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to be able to tell you guys soem hilarious stories of christmas with my family, but unfortunatly it wasn&#39;t all that great this year.&lt;br /&gt;Which especially sucks, because it&#39;s my favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I love christmas with my family, all the food and presents and just hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going to be different this year, because my grandparents moved to a retirement-home so we couldn&#39;t celebrate at their place, like we allways do.&lt;br /&gt;It started off great though with my mom and aunts who have this DNA mallfunction that leads to buying unbelievable amounts of food.&lt;br /&gt;They allways devide certain things, but then don&#39;t trust the others to buy it, so they bring some themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I swear we could have fed the entire town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at Christmas eve is was starting to get bad, because my grandma was sick so she and my grandpa couldn&#39;t come.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got over that as I got lots of cool presents.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so spoiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate fewer than usual, missing my granparents apperently mixes up your appetite.&lt;br /&gt;I was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was brutally wakened by my mom, who told me she was going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma had a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;So that what screwed up my christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doing better now, but she&#39;s paralysed on her left side and very weak.&lt;br /&gt;I visited her in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;That was so wierd. Seeing her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my worst Christmas yet, but it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun despite all the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria Mena - Fragile)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/780241865947137173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/780241865947137173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/780241865947137173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-crap.html' title='Christmas Crap'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-6266931182749636471</id><published>2009-12-24T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:19:39.146-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes I&#39;ll be on my way to celebrate christmas with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Our car is fully packed and I&#39;ll probably come home about 5 kilo&#39;s heavier.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be back home on Sunday, so I&#39;ll tell you guys than about christmas with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Untill than: Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Sophie</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/6266931182749636471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6266931182749636471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6266931182749636471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-6564334452740200314</id><published>2009-12-21T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:09:38.839-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hamburg"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hangover"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow"/><title type='text'>Two Days, Three Parties, Giant Hangover</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m a little late with this post, because of my enormous hangover yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a computer screen made my head feel like it would burst.&lt;br /&gt;Highly unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, you know you had a great night when you&#39;re still dizzy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Although I hate feeling like I don&#39;t remember everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I had a farewell/christmas party from my inturnship.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d never been to one before, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what&#39;s not to like about gin&amp;amp;tonics on the company&#39;s bill?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should have stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;That way there could have also been a slight chance of hooking up with D.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t told you guys about him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. is 25 and one of the guys who worked on the set.&lt;br /&gt;The kind who walks around with an earpiece doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He was older, cute, nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;And he had that amazing aura of a guy who is unaware of how sexy he is.&lt;br /&gt;I liked him, but he never showed any interest in me.&lt;br /&gt;Why would he? If I was a 25 year old guy, I wouldn&#39;t be into a 18 girl either.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I would be, can&#39;t say with certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I left the christmas party to go to a club with friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing cold outside and I spend half an hour in line with open shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously worried I might have frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;And it so was not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the club it was so full I could hardly move, my previous G&amp;amp;T buzz had worn off in the cold and my friend S. was complaining about her feet hurting.&lt;br /&gt;If you wear heels going out, that entirely on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, my other friend L. and his friend (my crush) S. didn&#39;t get in.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re kind of a loser when you&#39;re 18 and still can&#39;t get in.&lt;br /&gt;So I left early and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning I was in a lot of stress, because i couldn&#39;t get all of my stuff into my suitcase and was running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;It all worked out though.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the massive snowfall here, I had a total delay of three hours.&lt;br /&gt;On different trains.&lt;br /&gt;I was so done for when I finally got home, but I went out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I hadn&#39;t seen my friends in 6 weeks. I had to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m glad I did, it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, I don&#39;t remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;As tradition I had a lot of tequilla. We always drink tequilla.&lt;br /&gt;Later on i had beer, which turned out to be a very bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;I puked my guts out when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was hammered.&lt;br /&gt;It never happened to me before that I was ever more drunk by the time I got home, than I had been in the club.&lt;br /&gt;A whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I had beer was a good one though.&lt;br /&gt;Or a pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;See, my friend has got a new boyfriend and he turned out to have a very cute and generous friend.&lt;br /&gt;Who started hitting on me and buying me beer.&lt;br /&gt;He was very impressed (and a little annoyed) when I turned out to be a better drinker than him.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just glad he didn&#39;t see me when the alcohol kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a little dissapointed though that even while he came up to me and was very flirty, he didn&#39;t kiss me or even ask for my number.&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I&#39;m sort of snowed in. There&#39;s so much snow, it&#39;s gorgeous, but you can&#39;t really get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No public transportation or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beyonce Knowles - Halo)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/6564334452740200314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-days-three-parties-giant-hangover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6564334452740200314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/6564334452740200314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-days-three-parties-giant-hangover.html' title='Two Days, Three Parties, Giant Hangover'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-851595387122619551</id><published>2009-12-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:20:53.174-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hamburg"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought it was about time to post something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I&#39;ll admit, I&#39;ve been thinking that for over a week, but I just couldn&#39;t get myself to actually do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have such little selfdiscipline I&#39;d be ashamed of it. If I wasn&#39;t too damn lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, there hasn&#39;t been much going on in my life since my last post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve spend last week in bed, so that wasn&#39;t very excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have used that time to post, but again, I&#39;m lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last week in Hamburg, so I&#39;m a little sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don&#39;t feel like going home yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Particially because of S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually supposed to go out with him last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off course, my fate turned against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I send him two textmessages, but he didn&#39;t react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spend the weekend being a little pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to spending quit some tim epissed off because of him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I talked to him, he told me the memorycard in his phone had been full, so he couldn&#39;t recieve any messages all weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m not sure I belive him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess it doesn&#39;t really matter wether I believe him or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m leaving soon anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I go I have two party&#39;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are this friday, so it&#39;s going to go out with a bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up is a christmas/end party from my inturnship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it&#39;s going to be fun, I&#39;ve never been to something like that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems excited, so I&#39;m expecting good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I&#39;m going to take a cab (leftover money) and drive to the next party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is ironicly enough, F. 18th birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironicall, because it&#39;s my last chance to hook up with S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to, but I also think that hooking up with him at her birthday might be a little too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I&#39;m going to be there to have fun, so I&#39;m going to try not to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, enough to do the last couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven&#39;t even started to pack yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ll keep you guys updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sara Bareilles - Morning Side)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/851595387122619551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/851595387122619551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/851595387122619551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down The Days'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-7763087990151167108</id><published>2009-12-06T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:53:10.080-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crush"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drunk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Dissapointments And Confusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have flexible workhours don&#39;t plan things for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This will save you a lot of dissapointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;To explain: my friend S. (the girl) called me up on monday to ask me if I wanted to come to this huge party on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;My answer is obvious. Somewhere between a &#39;hurray&#39; and a &#39;thank you god&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I almost died of boredom last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So, she promised she would get me a ticket and I could decide later wether or not I would come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This wasn&#39;t completely sure yet, since I would have to work on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;As soon as I dicided to go either way (to hell with work, I&#39;m young and I like to party), I heard that we would be doing a night shooting on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This meaning I&#39;d probably be home by one in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I was pissed off all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I tried to plan around it, because I really wanted to go. I ever got a L. to promise he&#39;d come to get me at half past one or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I was completely sure that god or someone upo there must really hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;As you can see, I was seriously dissapointed and pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;But my luck turned as the always nice garderobiere promissed I could go early if it didn&#39;t rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve spend the entire saturday wishing it wouldn&#39;t rain and my prayers were heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So, I was home by ten. Picked up at ten thirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Walking the streets with three tipsy guys by twelve and at the party by half past twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It was an obvioushighschoolparty, but I had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Could have been better if  had been drinking more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Or better said, started earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;And if I had danced with S. (my semi-crush) longer and not been a little scared of what S. (my friend) would say or if F. would be hurt by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;He was more drunk than I at that moment thought, so maybe it was a good thing I pulled away when S. came over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;But I really liked dancing with him and if it had been a little longer I so would have kissed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m kind of glad I didn&#39;t now. Somewhere at the end S.(girl) was talking to S.(crush) and seemed a little pissed. I wasn&#39;t sure if that was about us dancing or something so I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;You know what she said: &#39;that&#39;s a long story...&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;What kind of an answer is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So I asked F. yesterday what that was all about, but she didn&#39;t really know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Apparently S. tried to dance with S. (my god, this is getting complicated) all night and was sort of coming on to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;F. herself had been completely wasted all night, to my entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;She was a little shaken up, cause S. had ignored her all night and then all of the sudden talked to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m also very curious what that was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;In case you don&#39;t understand the story anymore, read the last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;That should explain a lot of the backgrounds here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Oh, and after S. talked to S., he ignored me all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Which was very annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;L. on the other hand was also drunk and getting touchy and flirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This was a little disturbing to me,  since I don&#39;t find him attractive at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I think I should avoid him when he&#39;s drunk, so there won&#39;t be any awkwardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Either way, I&#39;m very confused and feel left out on important information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m dissapointed that S. apparently has no real interest in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Unless he&#39;s drunk. I should take advantage of that when we all go out again next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;He and F. broke up over a month ago, that&#39;s long enough right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;And it&#39;s my last weekend here next week, so we have to all go out one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Wait, stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t get exited now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Something will just come up and ruine everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I learned that allright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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 style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Have you ever had a monday off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Well, I never untill today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;A strange thing about working in television is the always shifting workhours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Since we shot last Saturday, I have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt; day off today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I must say, it&#39;s a very strange feeling not to work on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It was a strange feeling to work all day on a Saturday, but this is even wierder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I slept untill eleven o&#39;clock. Briefly interupted ar seven by my aunt and uncle&#39;s alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Had breakfast, got dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Realised I still had a advent-calendar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This turned out to be a great suprise: it indeed was the chocolate kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;After eating two of them, I sat down behind this laptop to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;for a cherry pie recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve never made one before so it took a while to find one that was understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Made the pastry and went to the supermarket to get canned cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;When I rolled out the pastry it turned out I didn&#39;t have enough, so I had to make more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Put the pie in the oven, set the timer and got b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;ack behind the laptop to find an awesome blog i saw yesterday that I can&#39;t find back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t remember the name and &#39;next blog&#39; is only getting me to the some lame-ass blogs over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I really don&#39;t get why they are all about bookreviews and poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I dont&#39; have poetry in my blog and I haven&#39;t written a bookreview since highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Very, very frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Gave up and decided to write a blogmessage of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;The timer just went of so I took the pie out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s looking super delicious. I&#39;m genius, if I may say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;My cousin just told me I should stay longer so I can bake more pies and cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I guess I&#39;ll just bake another one next week, when i have monday off as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-EkrbfE6TbOgckW4_VEg9TljVlQV9lM_q5XS000-sam7ZRKbaJR1HhNTG816tmv1d0kX-Zo3tjLRTMui5i6FGwCj5Xm39cr1XN62Dyl9mxqZlKG0Ihv58UeZDpJ-RWD1GbuhM90cC_E/s320/P1010938.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409916184480272994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m definitly getting bored right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I think I might look for that blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Does anyone know how to find blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Is there a search-engine or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;The idea of having to do the same thing next week, working on saturday instead of monday, is highly anoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I never liked mondays to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;(The Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays) &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/9177663104117369106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/9177663104117369106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/9177663104117369106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-EkrbfE6TbOgckW4_VEg9TljVlQV9lM_q5XS000-sam7ZRKbaJR1HhNTG816tmv1d0kX-Zo3tjLRTMui5i6FGwCj5Xm39cr1XN62Dyl9mxqZlKG0Ihv58UeZDpJ-RWD1GbuhM90cC_E/s72-c/P1010938.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-3196538355779438898</id><published>2009-11-25T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:13:59.080-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="set"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t.v."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Little Sophie On T.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Yes, you&#39;re reading this right. I&#39;m going to be on t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;okay, let me verify that: I might be on t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;for a second or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;a blury glimpse of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;And all that, because I got to be an extra on the show I&#39;m working for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;As I have told before, I&#39;m doind an inturnship as costume-assistend at a t.v.-show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So, monday when they needed a couple of extra&#39;s, I got to stand in line for a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;A concert that never took place of a band that doesn&#39;t exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;But still, I might be on t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Well, that&#39;s pretty much the most exciting thing that happened to me this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;my life exists out of getting up early, working all day and going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Work is kind of fun though. Now I have been here for a little while, it&#39;s not so boring anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I know what I can do and I&#39;m starting to really bond with the set-guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;They are the guys that run around the set with earpieces and doing all the hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;While I sit around and teach the directors inturn, C., Dutch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m getting along really good with him, he&#39;s fun and nice and sincerely interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s a lot of fun to teach him, because he has a ridiculous pronouncement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Almost American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Anyway, that&#39;s kind of my life at the moment I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/3196538355779438898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-sophie-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/3196538355779438898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076005252825007673/posts/default/3196538355779438898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleprincesssophie.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-sophie-on.html' title='Little Sophie On T.V.'/><author><name>Little Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15863434631509988243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiYQsAehzEaSV0f3jxyqZbg8wtDMM2Hygv_Yq4suIQYwTvsyMpQDpzV2jCNZXWHBk4gp-AKJgMKXtTj4VCBvjkCZu1lT2a2g1Fu5UZcxQAxF6WkKEAIi1FlrLAmHkGA/s220/sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076005252825007673.post-7075529856473052492</id><published>2009-11-22T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:04:30.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn And Doing The Right Thing Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve got a bit of a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Well, it&#39;s not really a problem, because the answer is obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;But somehow it keeps bothering me and messing with my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll explain the situation, so you get what I&#39;m talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It all started last week when I went to a party of a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;My friend, L., is one of the few people I allready knew here in Hamburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Our family&#39;s go on holiday together and that&#39;s how we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Anyway, it was his birthday last Sunday, so offcourse I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t know anyone there, so it seemed like a great way to get to know some more people here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;At first it was a little awkward. The party itself was more of a get together with some of L.&#39;s friends, so at least it had a relaxed vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;After a while I got to talk with A., a nice girl, who was also a little bit of a stranger there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I was getting more comfortable and everyone was really nice and cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Especially S., the one guy who wasn&#39;t shy and actually showed interest in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I dont&#39;t mean in a obviously flirty kind of way, but his brother has a Dutch girlfriend, so he was really interested in the Netherlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Anyway, he was fun and he wanted to send me a clip of him and L. singing together on a show. So I gave him my e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It was all very casual, but I did feel a kind of spark between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;On monday he added me on facebook and we talked some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Now you have to understand that this is not leading to him being creepy or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m just trying to explain how S. is really nice, funny and charming and kind of cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;A little short, but then again I&#39;m not tall, and half turkisch. He lookes more like half Italian though, which is way more my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Either way, we chatted a little and I promissed I&#39;d go out with L., S. and their friends on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;To fully understand this all, I have to explain, why my friendship with L. can be a little awkward from time to time. You see, there are two people I know from holiday who live here in Hamburg: L. and S. (another S, this one&#39;s a girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;And L. and S. used to be best friends but haven&#39;t been speaking to each other in over two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Which can be very awkward for their mutual friends, including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;This ment I wasn&#39;t planning on telling her about the party or going out with L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Not to hide it, but because she wouldn&#39;t want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Now two weeks ago I went out with S. and her friend F., who I had met before and we had a lot of fun. F. had recently been dumped by her boyfriend and not really happy. Understandably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;She didn&#39;t want to talk about it, so I didn&#39;t know who it was, how long they had been together and how bad it was for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Turnes out, kind of valuable information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So, this Friday I got a text from L., saying he couldn&#39;s come because he had to babysit his little brother. But he gave me S.&#39;s phonenumber so maybe I could go with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;S. was happy to hear from me and invited me to tag along with him and two friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;It was a bit of wierd night, but I had fun just being out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;We talked and danced and he was nice, charming and a little flirty, but didn&#39;t try to pick me up or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s a great guy, very entertaining and sweet and I kind of like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I definitly felt drawn to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;At the end of the night, we were all walking home, he asked me who I knew around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;So I said, L., S. and F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&#39;Oh right&#39;, he said, &#39;F. is my ex-girlfriend&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;At that point I still had hope, because he said it so casually, that I wans&#39;t sure he ment a recent ex-girlfriend. He could have ment somewhere in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Yesterday I wnet to the big birthday party of S.&#39;s mother. I didn&#39;t tell her about Friday, this time because I was also feeling uncomfortable about the ex-girlfriend thing. F. was there and at the end of the night I finally asked her who of the guys at L.&#39;s party was her ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Turnes out, obviously with my luck, it is S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Now I&#39;m in a very sucky situation. I&#39;m no way going to do anything about my attraction towards S., because that would just be wrong and i don&#39;t want to hurt F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;But on the other hand, I can&#39;t stop thinking about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve only just met him and it&#39;s not a big deal to let him go, but I&#39;m not entirely happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;Well, at least I know I&#39;m doing the right thing. And you never know, maybe she&#39;ll get over it in rocket speed. 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