<?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-2579903572129130144</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:13:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1550198056097396339</id><published>2012-08-27T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-27T07:24:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks later...</title><content type='html'>Hey, well I&#39;ve not posted in a while, especially since I&#39;ve started my new diet. I&#39;m on weight watchers currently and 10 weeks into the plan I am nearly a stone lighter. I&#39;ve lost 11 pounds and I&#39;m 1 pound away from my 5% weight loss. I&#39;m really quite confident that it&#39;s working for me even when I&#39;ve have numerous ups and downs in between. I&#39;ve been introduced to new foods, and a totally new lifestyle altogether. It&#39;s strange looking back and imagining myself eating as I did. Working in a shop I often find it difficult to not just grab a bag of crisps or a chocolate bar, and so far I&#39;ve coped well. I haven&#39;t eaten any chocolate that isn&#39;t part of a weight watchers/tesco light choices food, and I stick to the low calorie choices of crisps such as French Fries, Quavers and Skips. It&#39;s really amazing how so far into this diet I feel so guilty about attempting to binge occasionally, I just can&#39;t do it to myself anymore. I have to religiously work out the pro points for everything I eat and make sure I stay within my allowance. Just recently my friend Rebbie introduced me to the &quot;My fitness pal&quot; app, I&#39;m gonna give it a try this week and see if it reflects in my weigh in. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading guys!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1550198056097396339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/08/10-weeks-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1550198056097396339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1550198056097396339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/08/10-weeks-later.html' title='10 weeks later...'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Scarborough Scarborough</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.282611 -0.403203</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-4687294921993652553</id><published>2012-06-26T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T07:25:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I enjoyed everything else as much as video games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So, according to my Playstation 3 I have spent 151 hours playing Skyrim, that&#39;s like 6 and a half days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What on Earth can compel someone to spend that much time of their lives on a video game, I mean, it is just a game right, none of the characters are real, none of the missions are real and you don&#39;t really gain that much from playing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I guess it&#39;s all about escapism, it certainly is for me. Whenever I&#39;m feeling like a big pile of crap, I stick my Playstation on, and play a game, once I&#39;m into it, I don&#39;t feel as though I have any problems, and I could just sit there for the rest of eternity... If you&#39;re in the body of somebody else it&#39;s easy to just relax and take on their problems, and lead their life. Because, let&#39;s face it, if you get shot in the face and killed, you just load your last save and it&#39;s like it never happened! You can make your character whatever gender you feel like, you can give them really ridiculous hair you&#39;d never dream of having, and make them have the perfect figure with big muscles that yourself would find unattainable. You have no friends, no family, nobody, but that&#39;s okay, because you&#39;re this mysterious stranger who undertakes all these missions for people and is pretty much just the good samaritan of wherever you may be setting this game. You can kill whoever or whatever you want and not have to suffer with the consequences (not that I regularly do this in real life). You can earn incomprehensible amounts of money from selling useless pieces of tat in shops, and not have to pay bills, tax, or in fact, pay anybody any money at all. Everything you earn is your own, and although it&#39;s not earnt in the most fashionable of ways (killing and stealing) it&#39;s your money! If you wanna buy some fancy clothes, go ahead and buy those fancy clothes, if you wanna buy a 6ft long sword, you buy that sword! Nobody can stop you because well let&#39;s face it, it&#39;s not their money, and you as a video game character don&#39;t exist.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d imagine you&#39;re aching for me to get to the point of this blog, well I hate to break it to you but there isn&#39;t a point to it, I just love video games, and they love me and we&#39;ll live happily ever after in my dark little bedroom forever and ever &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/4687294921993652553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-wish-i-enjoyed-everything-else-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4687294921993652553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4687294921993652553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-wish-i-enjoyed-everything-else-as.html' title='I wish I enjoyed everything else as much as video games'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3476970031839576110</id><published>2012-06-18T05:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-18T05:49:40.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Pleasure Seeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;As you&#39;ll be pleased to know, I&#39;m writing a blog for the first time in months, I literally have no idea why I haven&#39;t written in such a while, I think i just fell out of the swing of things! So, what can I update you on? Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;Millie&#39;s moved in with me, whilst we attempt to save for our own flat, which is surprisingly going well considering I&#39;m not actually that skilled when it comes to saving... whereabouts we&#39;ll end up living, I have no idea, ideally I&#39;d like to live up South Cliff, mainly because I&#39;m a lazy fat ass who wouldn&#39;t rather walk that little bit extra to go to work and Uni... I make myself sick! :&#39;) We haven&#39;t actually bought anything for this flat we&#39;re meant to be getting, so that&#39;s also going to be an issue, may have a flat, but no furniture to put into the flat... &lt;br /&gt;What else has happened?&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first year of Uni, how the hell I managed that I literally have no idea! The last few weeks began to drive me slightly insane, but I still got all my work done before the final day and I could actually go to sleep the days before all the hand ins! I must admit the most irritating part of the hand ins was how we actually gave them the work, can&#39;t just hand it on a memory stick or on a disc, or just print it out. No. We require you to author at least 17 different DVD&#39;s with your work in 32 different formats, oh and we need all the images/audio/video that you used to create each video as well, in 87 different formats, on a floppy disk. Alright, I&#39;m taking the mick with that last one, but seriously?! Why do we need to do that?! It was irritating enough to have to use tapes to record our &#39;How-to&#39; videos, I mean who actually uses tapes for anything anymore? Apparently my Uni is still in the Stone Ages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve also began a diet, which many of you that know we well will probably already know, at nearly 17 stone I think maybe it&#39;s time I took a few pounds off that number before I consume the entirety of Scarborough&#39;s cake population. Slightly exaggerating, but I literally feel huge most days now, and although many people are like &#39;Why are you on a diet, you&#39;re fine?&#39; I&#39;m just stood there like, have you not actually seen me? I&#39;m just getting to that point now where I&#39;m uncomfortable with the way I look, sick of looking for all the biggest sizes in clothes, and just really couldn&#39;t be doing with that! I think I want to get to a Size 16, currently a 20 and that really isn&#39;t ideal for me anymore. I&#39;m on the Weight Watchers diet, and those of you that have been trying to tell me that Slimming World is better, it may be for you but you have to keep in mind, I don&#39;t eat red meat, I don&#39;t eat vegetables, and I don&#39;t eat much fruit... So really in theory, I&#39;d just not lose anything because I&#39;d just occasionally stock up on carbohydrates, and let&#39;s face it, they&#39;re really not going to reduce my waistline! &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m already bored, it&#39;s meant to be a really long Summer, and with another 4 months to go of doing nothing, I can&#39;t imagine how I&#39;m going to feel in September, I&#39;m aiming to fill my holiday with working, working, working out, working, losing weight, and that&#39;s where the story ends kids! I really have nothing that exciting planned for Summer, and with this diet, it&#39;s not like I can go out much either because every single drink contributes! I am going to have a very sober summer so to speak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&#39;ve just totally filled this page full of crap, so I hope you enjoy looking at and reading my crap. &lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Boy x&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3476970031839576110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/06/pure-pleasure-seeker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3476970031839576110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3476970031839576110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/06/pure-pleasure-seeker.html' title='Pure Pleasure Seeker'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1364005515741888547</id><published>2012-04-13T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T02:28:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Twenteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Okay, so I recently turned 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing how one little birthday can make you think so much, I have like a photo wall in my room, and it spans from pictures of my parents before my birth, right up until last years events. So, I&#39;m looking at them and I&#39;m just thinking that shit, 4 years ago it was my 16th birthday, look at everyone that was there, I don&#39;t even speak to a couple of these people anymore. Then, I get a little sad when I think about that this person moved away, or this person doesn&#39;t speak to any of us anymore. I guess I&#39;m feeling a little too nostalgic at the moment, if I could rewind and do it all over again, I more than definitely would. I&#39;m not trying to say that what I have right now doesn&#39;t make me happy, and I&#39;m pretty sure there&#39;s certain aspects of my life I wouldn&#39;t really appreciate repeating... I just want the happy times when there literally wasn&#39;t a care in the world, and the most dramatic thing that happened was you falling out with your best mate at school, or finding out the person you fancied didn&#39;t feel the same. Now it&#39;s a case of not having enough money to pay the rent, or not being able to celebrate your birthday properly because of working or something stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Either way, I miss everyone, and everything that I had 4 or 5 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll probably think I&#39;m being pathetic writing about this as I can&#39;t do anything about it and I probably should just grow up and get over it, regardless of this I thought I should just get it off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1364005515741888547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/04/turning-twenteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1364005515741888547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1364005515741888547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/04/turning-twenteen.html' title='Turning Twenteen'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-8415897125783712465</id><published>2012-03-05T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T09:28:37.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gays, Homos, Dykes, Puffs, Lezzas, Fairies, Queens, Muff Divers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can imagine what you&#39;re all thinking this blog might be about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;These names will probably all make you think of one thing only, homosexuals and lesbians. So, why have they been given these names? Is it just another way of stereotyping homosexual and lesbian people?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For example, you see the word fairy. Typically this is used to describe a gay male, but why? Well, of course it must be the way they mince around and flail their arms and squeal like little girls when they see the MUST HAVE shoes this season in the shop window. Or maybe it&#39;s just because they wear pink and some wear make up like pretty fairies do too?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now, let&#39;s take the word, dyke. No, I&#39;m not referring of course to an artificial slope or wall to regulate water levels. I am in fact talking about a lesbian of course. You see the word dyke and what comes to mind? A well built, burly woman, probably with short hair, and she&#39;s wearing mens trousers, and boots. Don&#39;t forget of course she&#39;s probably got tattoos and piercings too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;You can probably see the point that I&#39;m getting at, where have these stereotypes come from?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;The name Queen, used to describe gay men, originally it came from the name Drag Queen and often described a man that was particularly effeminate. Other examples from what I found include -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Queen, as in drama queen, as in ridiculously over the top behaviour&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Another person a victim of stereotyping. Also, one person suggested that it was because of the band Queen, and the homosexual lead singer of the band, although both incorrect, you can see the thinking. Either way, gay males are often produced by the media to be incredibly feminine, and to act &quot;camp&quot; so to speak. But, of course not all gay males are camp, or feminine even in the slightest, but after being judged by the media, you can imagine the pressure to almost have to fit in with the rest of the people. Or maybe, I&#39;m just assuming that&#39;s the way they feel, they could in fact just be generally more comfortable within themselves acting feminine. But stereotyping has in fact probably encouraged many to take this on as their &quot;suggested&quot; personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Now, let&#39;s take a look at the word Dyke, this is a name that is being used to describe a lesbian woman, and in fact did evolve from a derogatory term for masculine women. Surely, using a derogative term to label yourselves isn&#39;t right? I&#39;d imagine not many lesbian women may know that it was intended to be used as derogatory once upon a time, and just in fact use it as they would call any other group of people that fit into a certain clique. Before the word dyke, the word bulldyker was prominently used to describe lesbians, however even in this context it was considered crude. A dyke, being a ditch in other terms may have been used to describe the vulva. Either way, you hear the word dyke, you presume certain things about the way that woman looks. Dyke, being a term used for masculine women, brings the thought about by itself. But, why should lesbians be considered to look masculine? Is it because of their feminist manner, they shouldn&#39;t conform to look the way the average woman does etc. Or is it just a matter of a woman being more comfortable in her own skin? Either way, this shouldn&#39;t be encouraged just because of your sexuality. I know many women, that before they came out as a lesbian, had long hair, more make up more frequently and dressed themselves in a more feminine way, why should your sexuality have to change that? It probably doesn&#39;t have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Either way, we&#39;re probably never ever going to break these stereotypes, and a lot of people probably think they shouldn&#39;t have to if they&#39;re happy. Well no, you shouldn&#39;t have to change who you are to suit everyone else, but if you think about it, you might have already done that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/8415897125783712465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8415897125783712465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8415897125783712465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/sheep.html' title='Sheep.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-4064956865452873830</id><published>2012-03-03T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T15:50:17.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin&#39; La Vida Scarborough</title><content type='html'>As requested I am going to write a blog about Scarbados.&lt;br /&gt;
I probably won&#39;t be able to include everything I want to write about this interesting little town, but I&#39;m sure as hell going to give it a good go.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the town of Scarborough alone there are over 50,000 people. I just found this out myself and quite frankly, you would think that were about 30 people alone in the entirety of Scarborough as I personally find it quite difficult to know someone without knowing someone who knows someone I know, who is friends with my Dad and has had a baby with someone I used to work with and is in fact my Mum&#39;s old friend. You get my point? Even though we are considered a town, I would certainly not be one of the first to say that Scarborough is an overcrowded village, and being an overcrowded village, everybody knows everyone, and every single little bit of their business.&lt;br /&gt;
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You all have your opinions on everybody, and you probably have an idea of what they think of you too. However, whether these people know you or not, they probably have some reason for judging you for whatever they&#39;ve heard about you, this can lead to dirty looks from people you&#39;ve never met in the middle of the street, people laughing behind your back, or people that you know telling you exactly what they heard about you on Saturday night on the piss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this town can be a nasty place, whether you want to be involved or not. If you&#39;ve spoken to anyone in Scarborough, the fact of the matter is, you&#39;re going to be part of somebodies business. As an example, my ex girlfriend after we split up, got with someone else, who happened to be seeing someone else I knew previous to her. When I met this person, I heard first hand that apparently my ex girlfriend had told the lady she was seeing that I used to beat her up in the bedroom and strangle her, so of course, the lady that she was seeing told her previous partner who I&#39;d just met that I had been like this with my ex girlfriend, and was actually told to delete me off Facebook for apparently being this &#39;bad person&#39;. I&#39;d never met this woman in my life, but knowing that people were spreading something untrue about me made me furious... If this had been said, what else did people know? Was I going to be judged for being a person I wasn&#39;t before even knowing people?&lt;br /&gt;
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I know for a fact that throughout this town gossip is pretty much the life and soul of it, and if you don&#39;t know any gossip then, well... where have you been? Something is always going down in this town, whether you&#39;re involved or not, you&#39;re always going to know about it. This place is full of vicious circles of people who would strike you down if you ever crossed them based upon what so and so told them on that night out 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s probably all bullshit what everyone thinks they know about people in this town, but that&#39;s irrelevant, they know it, and that&#39;s all that matters to people.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not going to lie and say I don&#39;t know my fair share of gossip or not get involved, it just worries me the way it gets nasty when it doesn&#39;t need to. I know that it&#39;ll never probably stop, and things will probably just get worse, but hey, what happens in Scarbados, stays in Scarbados, and don&#39;t worry, your neighbours already know about it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/4064956865452873830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/livin-la-vida-scarborough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4064956865452873830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4064956865452873830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/livin-la-vida-scarborough.html' title='Livin&#39; La Vida Scarborough'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-2688556746311454714</id><published>2012-03-03T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T11:27:22.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Blogging!</title><content type='html'>This shit just got real! &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, this is a totally pointless blog and is literally only for the purpose of trying out the mobile app! &lt;br /&gt;
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Rather looking forward to going hold and actually managing to write a proper blog, I think I&#39;ve decided on the topic of my wonderful hometown of Scarborough, expect lots of joy from that blog! &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, over and out! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/2688556746311454714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/mobile-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2688556746311454714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2688556746311454714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/mobile-blogging.html' title='Mobile Blogging!'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-2991317255773266999</id><published>2012-03-02T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T15:03:40.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I guess I should probably follow up my previous blog so you don&#39;t think I&#39;ve disappeared into the oblivion without any news on how it went!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can literally tell you, I posted the blog onto my Facebook wall, and my stomach dropped. I thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do people really need to know this about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do I just take it off and pretend it wasn&#39;t real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was absolutely petrified at the thought of someone reading it and thinking &quot;What an absolute freak, what are they talking about?&quot;, before posting it I had none of my friends&#39; views on transgender issues, only two people in the entire world knew before I posted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well, so what had I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d come out in theory right? I&#39;ve been here before, it&#39;s not a fun place, but the world has never been a fun place for anyone really. I thought what I&#39;d thought when I came out 6 years ago, I am who I am, and nobody can make me feel bad for it or change that. Of course I cared about everyones thoughts on what I wrote, but if they thought negatively of me for it, it wouldn&#39;t change the way I felt, nothing could.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Did I need to tell people, or was it private?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A lot of people probably are thinking, why is this going to change what we think of you as a person, and does the entire world really need to know about it? I don&#39;t like keeping things from people, and that I ever managed to keep this recurring thought in my head for so long, is a miracle. I think because I&#39;d believed it was all madness and suppressed it for so long, I&#39;d denied myself it in fear of coming out to people once again. So, I do believe I had to share it, I&#39;m not ashamed of myself, I don&#39;t think that anyone who knows me will think any differently of me regardless, but I wouldn&#39;t feel as though I&#39;d been true to myself if I hadn&#39;t told them. It&#39;s just the same as trying to hide homosexuality from your friends or family, it just becomes unbearable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Everyone who read my blog has spoken positively, it&#39;s even inspired some people to write about themselves, which really makes me feel honoured. I don&#39;t feel particularly brave, like some have said, I just feel as though I had to share something with the world that years ago I would&#39;ve passed off as a fleeting phase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/2991317255773266999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2991317255773266999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2991317255773266999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/03/revelations.html' title='Revelations'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3666274713590705743</id><published>2012-02-27T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T12:32:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Right, okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can safely say that writing this blog has terrified me for quite some time now. I genuinely didn&#39;t know how to tell everyone something that&#39;s been on my mind for a long time now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s this guy, that many of you might know without realising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve known him for quite some time now, but I didn&#39;t realise how important he actually is to me, and without him perhaps I would probably be denying a part of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I suppose the best way of putting it is that there&#39;s a boy trapped inside my body, there probably always has been really. I kinda always knew he was there, but I never realised that he would be that important, in the last few months he&#39;s certainly started to become more prominent and there will be days that go by where I don&#39;t feel like anything but him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not trying to say I want to change my gender, it&#39;s nothing quite as drastic as that and I doubt it ever will be. I just know he&#39;s there, and I want you all to know he&#39;s there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m still Amy, but then again, I&#39;m now Buddy too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll probably not be able to tell when I&#39;m Amy, or when I&#39;m Buddy, the way I see it is that I&#39;m both, and although they&#39;re in the same body, each have their own characteristics, and be quite different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t want any special treatment and I don&#39;t want you to treat me any different, because at the end of the day, I am still the same person, and Buddy has been here all along, I&#39;ve only just accepted him being there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you for reading, it means a lot :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3666274713590705743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-goes-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3666274713590705743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3666274713590705743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing...'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-8155043621928601538</id><published>2012-02-03T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:03:34.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Right, it&#39;s about time I wrote a blog about something well, worth writing about. I finally settled on a topic, so I&#39;m going to write about stereotypes in lesbians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;If lesbians are attracted to women, then why do they all look like men?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can safely say that there is nothing more irritating than hearing someone say that. You always hear that there are two types of lesbians, the butch, and the femme. The butch are considered the most &quot;male&quot; of the two. Is this because of the way they dress, the way they act, or more than this? Lesbians dressing or acting like men isn&#39;t just a case of having to because they&#39;re lesbians, it can be a definitive part of their personality which they express using men&#39;s clothing, or even styling their hair the way a man would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If a woman wears men&#39;s clothing, or carries themselves in that manner, it doesn&#39;t mean the person inside is male. The person inside this exterior as a general rule, is a woman. They still have breasts and the genitalia of a woman. So, just because of the way they dress or act, they shouldn&#39;t be judged any differently, because at the end of it all, they are a woman. As a majority, they all think, and feel like a woman does. This is what most lesbians see when they look at a woman, they see who&#39;s inside them, not this exterior. It&#39;s all too simple to look a butch woman and think immediately that they act like a guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In some cases, the personality does coincide with the way that they dress and present themselves, this could be to do with what makes them more comfortable, or deeper rooted thoughts and feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On a personal level, I usually feel more comfortable behaving like a male, as opposed to female. I do see myself as female, but I do feel as though my characteristics are particularly male. Being &quot;girly&quot; has never been my kind of thing since I was young, and I don&#39;t particularly feel comfortable enhancing the female part of my character as a general rule. I am comfortable in the body that I am in, but I can see the appeal of dressing and acting as a male. It&#39;s a lot easier to throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on a night out, than pick out a dress, heels and wear make-up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To conclude, as a general rule, the way a lesbian may act and/or dress, does not necessarily mean that they&#39;re dressed as &quot;men&quot;. They dress and act as they do because that&#39;s the way they feel most comfortable, and if it&#39;s their choice to do so, we should respect that rather than raise questions about their sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/8155043621928601538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/butch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8155043621928601538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8155043621928601538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/butch.html' title='Butch.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-8029777806460447486</id><published>2012-01-30T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:44:10.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we have here then?</title><content type='html'>This is really fucking irritating. I&#39;m absolutely knackered, but I don&#39;t want to go to sleep, and I&#39;m hungry, but there&#39;s no food, and I have fuck all motivation for anything and I&#39;m in a really shitty mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway. I should probably cheer the fuck up and write something relatively interesting in here I suppose... I started back at Uni today, which I didn&#39;t appreciate considering I did a 9 hour shift at work last night, went home and then had to get up at 7 this morning, however it turned out to be 10 to 8 before I actually surfaced out of bed, which is rather bad really. One 2 mile walk later, I&#39;m at Uni, sweating profusely, tasty.&lt;br /&gt;
Our first lecture was in Media, Culture &amp;amp; Society, it&#39;s our second assessment of the module, the module itself which I don&#39;t find particularly thrilling however contains a lot of written work, written work, I am good at, practical, I am not. Our second assessment is a group presentation which we have to present in class by 16th April, so in other words I am not celebrating my 20th birthday until after then, which is rather fucking depressing. In this presentation, we have to pick one of the themes which we were given in the first semester. I have picked the games theme, of course, and plan to produce some sort of voiceover Sim/Fallout/Skyrim footage explaining the subject!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m in a very pissy mood this evening, and I have no idea why... I&#39;ve had a good night if I&#39;m honest and have nothing particularly to complain about. Just had a lot of niggling thoughts in my head recently and I guess they&#39;re just taking over me a little more than I&#39;d prefer. Let&#39;s just say, I have a certain feeling someone from my past may be coming into my future slowly but surely, and I&#39;m becoming increasingly paranoid about this, especially since this situation arose originally at the point of not speaking to this person anymore. I just feel as though they&#39;re constantly out to get to me, in some way or another. I think everyone else around me thinks it&#39;s probably just me exaggerating the situation, but the thought of her being anywhere near me literally makes me panic and scares the shit out of me. I don&#39;t know whether to tackle the situation, or just let myself adjust to it and get over myself. I sound stupid if I read this back, but I thought I&#39;d vent all over here!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I&#39;m bored of writing this now. I need topics for my blogs, I never have anything whatsoever to talk about in them other than myself, and only a certain amount of things happen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/8029777806460447486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-we-have-here-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8029777806460447486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8029777806460447486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-we-have-here-then.html' title='What do we have here then?'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>46 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5PU, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.2787542 -0.4178005</georss:point><georss:box>54.276436700000005 -0.422736 54.2810717 -0.41286500000000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-4791632253130934502</id><published>2011-12-19T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:38:51.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rapture</title><content type='html'>So, here I am once again writing and shit.&lt;br /&gt;
I promised myself I&#39;d be a lot more efficient with writing my blogs and then I realised I&#39;m absolutely terrible at keeping anything up so just expect them sporadically.&lt;br /&gt;
So, it&#39;s approximately a week before Christmas, I have bought absolutely no presents for friends, family, or my girlfriend. Clearly, I fail on epic proportions and do not deserve a good Christmas. I genuinely do not feel as though I&#39;ve had enough time to even breathe in the last few weeks, what with all my deadlines with Uni, and working every god forsaken weekend, all my days appear to have blurred into one massive collection of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
I was planning last night, as like all nights... to go out for a couple of drinks with my friends and girlfriend, but as always... nothing I ever do goes to plan and I ended up rolling in at Millie&#39;s at whatever time it was, completely hammered.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m bruised, I&#39;m hungover, I ache, and I might have broken my finger. Furthermore, I feel like I&#39;ve rolled about in a pool of my own sweat. Probably not the best I&#39;ve ever felt I&#39;m afraid. I was supposed to be cutting down on the going out recently, clearly it has gone well. I have absolutely no money for presents and I just can&#39;t work out where it&#39;s all disappearing! I&#39;m beginning to wish that we got another loan payment just before Christmas, however that might end horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been in a bit of a predicament lately... I&#39;m considering venting about it anonymously on here, but then again I can&#39;t seem to do anything these days without someone finding out. I would really just enjoy one stress free day, but I clearly am not allowed a stress free day leading up to Christmas. I can&#39;t even say that I&#39;m in the spirit for it if I&#39;m honest. People are really right when they say that Christmas changes as you get older, I&#39;m really not looking forward to it like I used to, which is quite depressing. I guess that&#39;s relatively acceptable considering I&#39;m almost entering my second decade of life.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s actually quite strange beginning to think I&#39;m going to be 20 soon... Also rather exciting though!&lt;br /&gt;
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Christ, I&#39;ve just realised I&#39;ve actually talked total bollocks in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;How about an idea, you give me a topic and I&#39;ll write about it?&lt;br /&gt;Post on my Facebook or on here and I&#39;ll get writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;
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Amy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/4791632253130934502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rapture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4791632253130934502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4791632253130934502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rapture.html' title='rapture'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>46 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5PU, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.2787542 -0.4178005</georss:point><georss:box>54.276436700000005 -0.422736 54.2810717 -0.41286500000000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1723673377384536664</id><published>2011-12-04T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:42:34.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebottles</title><content type='html'>Well, hi there!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I totally failed the other day, I started writing a blog, and then by the time I&#39;d gone back on my MacBook to carry on, I realised that it was in fact, 2 days earlier that I had started it, so everything I had written was totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You see, my friend Rebbie has recently started writing blogs (this is very good I may add), and it has totally enticed me into starting writing again. I haven&#39;t written properly in so very long, and if I&#39;m honest, I always forget that I&#39;m really into blogging. Shame on me I know! Well, the date is the 5th of December and I am currently sat on my bed in a vest top, thinking to myself... why am I sat in a vest top? More to the point, why haven&#39;t I got up off my sorry arse and got a jumper. Wow, I really do talk a load of shit in these blogs of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
So, today I had to work, as usual on every blessed Sunday that I come across. As you can imagine, I am thrilled by working a 9 hour shift on a Sunday. But, I will tell you what I am even more thrilled by, the shop over the road, Sainsburys, closing. Please, tell me if you can sense the sarcasm? So, because they clearly can&#39;t cope with the fact that we actually have a decent business over the road now, they have to get a refurbishment, and if I hear correctly they&#39;re getting a bakery, not that we only just recently got one. Funny that, isn&#39;t it? So, they closed at 3pm this afternoon, and well... All I can say is, shame on you Ramshill. It really shows how mainstream companies can take over the poor defenseless local shops. We ended up earning takings nearly 3 times as much as usual, in the space of 7 hours. As you can imagine, with it being the weekend and me being pretty busy during the week and working the previous evening, I was rather tired. I pretty much went onto auto pilot all afternoon and night, my Mum ended up coming in and poor Leia, bless her heart, had to stay on till 10. Never in all the 7 wonderful years that I&#39;ve worked there have I seen such a massive influx of people at one time. Not that I&#39;m genuinely complaining about the situation, because if I&#39;m honest it was bloody brilliant that we finally got back what we all have worked so hard for over the years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So, as I can imagine you are all incredibly thrilled about my ramblings about my very uneventful day at work. So I may have to tell something equally as wonderful... It&#39;s a shame I can&#39;t think of anything really!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! Realisation has struck. I have my first Uni assignment to hand in tomorrow, and I am absolutely nervous as hell that I&#39;ll fuck up some aspect of it, although in theory I already have. At the beginning of my course we were all given a welcome pack, with like, our timetables for that week, a map and various other things. In that welcome pack was a sheet of barcodes on stickers. But of course, me being Amy, I lost it. Sat in a lecture a while back now, the lecturer brings up the importance of these very barcodes. &quot;Do not lose them&quot;, he says. Meanwhile, I&#39;m sat in the back of this lecture scurrying through my brain for some sort of hindsight as to where my barcodes are. Much to my avail, I found nothing. I still haven&#39;t found anything, and my assignment has to be handed in in the morning. Hoorah. As for the rest of my assignments, we&#39;ll just see about it I guess. I came to the conclusion that I won&#39;t be seeing outside of my MacBook screen for at least the next week, which is of course fantastic for my eyesight and suchlike.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I think I may have sufficiently bored you all to absolute death so I shall conclude this. Thank you for reading, if anyone has. If you think it&#39;s a pile of shit that I&#39;m writing blogs again, also feel free to tell me and I&#39;ll stfu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodnight!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1723673377384536664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bluebottles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1723673377384536664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1723673377384536664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bluebottles.html' title='Bluebottles'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-6553401921713190155</id><published>2011-09-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:12:41.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m on the edge of glory</title><content type='html'>Hiyaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I&#39;d pop back in for another blogging good time :)&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I genuinely feel like shit. I was working all afternoon and night yesterday, and about half 9, a few of my friends turned up at my work and asked me if I wanted to come for a couple of drinks at the pub down the road... I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;
A couple of drinks then turned into 4 pints, and me getting in at around 2am this morning, soaking wet, sweating, and bruised. I was still in my work uniform, so I&#39;m hoping that I didn&#39;t see anyone that knows me from the shop because they most certainly wouldn&#39;t appreciate the state I was in. It was weird really, I didn&#39;t think I was that drunk and then I got home and then I just seemed to get a hell of a lot more intoxicated. I then got woken up this morning at 7am with my Step-Dad asking me where the keys were for the newspapers at the shop. I was half asleep and possibly still drunk and I was sat trying to think where they were. Turns out, they were in my bag. Embarrassing much?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I&#39;m having the laziest day possible today and I&#39;m gonna go grab something to eat from downstairs shortly because I think I might die if I don&#39;t eat soon.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m going out for a meal with Rachael tonight, which should be good. She&#39;s going away to Uni at the end of this week so I&#39;m trying to see everyone before they go, which is kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;
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SO!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think I have much more to say...&lt;br /&gt;
I need a bath too, wicked.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/6553401921713190155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-on-edge-of-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6553401921713190155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6553401921713190155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-on-edge-of-glory.html' title='I&#39;m on the edge of glory'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>1-49 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.278931 -0.4174567</georss:point><georss:box>54.2766135 -0.4223922 54.2812485 -0.41252120000000003</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1165242655872437157</id><published>2011-09-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:02:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate thinking of post titles.</title><content type='html'>So, I&#39;m sat watching Saw 5? Maybe 6? I don&#39;t know, or care. I don&#39;t like Saw, I always say that I wanna watch them but I actually never do and now I&#39;m sat having witnessed a woman being decapitated on a giant razor blade simply because the rest of the people in the group were too selfish to help her.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I haven&#39;t actually updated this in quite some time. Okay, so since January is a little too excessive for my liking but I just never remember I have a blog to be totally honest. I start University at the end of the month, and if I&#39;m totally honest I&#39;m shit scared. I can&#39;t wait to start but I know it&#39;s gonna be hard as fuck and I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m gonna be actually any good at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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My girlfriend starts next Saturday, well... she goes up to Sunderland next Saturday but doesn&#39;t start till the Monday. I&#39;m really scared about her going but then again what can I expect? I&#39;m gonna miss her like hell and if I had my own way she wouldn&#39;t be going anywhere. I want her to be happy and she won&#39;t be happy unless she goes to Uni and has a good life ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve just been looking to see that Dead Island has been released and now I can&#39;t decide whether I wanna buy it or not. I was gonna buy it for my mac but I think it&#39;s only playable on PC which means I&#39;m gonna have to buy it for my PS3. I have this horrible sinking feeling that my PS3 isn&#39;t going to last much longer. It&#39;s one of the older versions and I&#39;ve heard of them pretty much dying of age and I don&#39;t want mine to, I can&#39;t afford to replace it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, back to watching horrific Saw now.&lt;br /&gt;
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YAY.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1165242655872437157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-thinking-of-post-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1165242655872437157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1165242655872437157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-thinking-of-post-titles.html' title='I hate thinking of post titles.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Stoke-on-Trent, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>53.0265053 -2.1766359</georss:point><georss:box>52.9501043 -2.3345644 53.102906299999994 -2.0187074</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-5126522768977223038</id><published>2011-01-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:06:41.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm.. homemade cookies.</title><content type='html'>now then now then.&lt;div&gt;i thought i&#39;d write a new blog, as i am bored, and have nothing better to do. just watched silent witness with my dad and vicky..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just recently managed to have a laughing fit which ended up in me foaming at the mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, my dad always takes the piss and tries to get me and his girlfriend to look like twats by doing things such as making farting noises when he convinces us to lift a leg up, doing so by saying you&#39;ve stood on your shoelace, there&#39;s something on the bottom of your shoe, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to make him do the same, got so excited about getting to embarrass him that when it came time for me to blow a raspberry, i started to do so and began laughing and made a weird &quot;BLERRGHHHHAHAHA&quot; noise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, he takes the piss, over, and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i start to laugh, over and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then makes a joke about my girlfriends boobs looking like footballs under her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laugh more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i then go to to take a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laugh halfway during the drink and the fizz starts to fizz in my throat, then in my mouth, then out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO SMOOTH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, had a nice day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bridlington so daddy could go to the dentists, which was an absolute thrill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to tescos and i got mini eggs and was very happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have college tomorrow, i have this feeling i&#39;m meant to be doing this filming thing and interviewing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, i&#39;m going to avoid it and do my work. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can&#39;t be arsed to write anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my girl, 8 days until i see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it&#39;s all i can think about &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye bye bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/5126522768977223038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmm-homemade-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5126522768977223038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5126522768977223038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmm-homemade-cookies.html' title='mmm.. homemade cookies.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-2987147033791614965</id><published>2011-01-10T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:50:36.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya Hiya Hiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I thought I ought to write a little bit on here because I haven&#39;t in quite some time. I had quite a shitty day now, thinking on it. Well, my walk to college was shit. I ended up inhaling a piece of chewing gum halfway down Scalby Road, then proceeding to cough it up in a rather unattractive fashion. It was actually alright once I got to college, when Ben finished talking about, literally anything he can talk about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I got on with some game design work which I am becoming quite excited about doing my design now. A zombie killer, within a city in which he takes his revenge on the people that killed the rest of his infected family. YAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, lunch was pretty reet, rang the lovely Charl &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Then I seriously enjoyed the bitta macro photography we had in the afternoon, got some good pictures so going to be having a play with them tonight I think. Ben put one of my pictures on the board, which went down a treat with me of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, happened to see a certain someone on the way out of college, which of course made me an absolute wreck as usual, which made me feel pretty shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;BUT! Enough doom and gloom I hear you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I am going through to Man Chest Hair (Manchester) on Thursday, and I am very much looking forward to it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Seriously looking forward to meeting Charl and having a good day. Going to be a long one though, up at 6.30 and I won&#39;t be home till at least 11.45pm :/ FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&#39;ll be worth it though &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, I&#39;m off to piss about with pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;LOVE &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/2987147033791614965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiya-hiya-hiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2987147033791614965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2987147033791614965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiya-hiya-hiya.html' title='Hiya Hiya Hiya'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3261060774010727279</id><published>2010-12-27T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:18:58.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQC_YDLPQcLebQ9jY3MwjsuClxCpAGfanAnrcRTtwbNrCB1kLu4RsggGO3yheQMNwTQYtDGhbqolJyhzHLGo_vlVgjpFxI_UhWkOfoJispB_YULWJPs4ZzB31sndFaRTAZjw7r3qFeKs/s1600/DSCF1193crop.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQC_YDLPQcLebQ9jY3MwjsuClxCpAGfanAnrcRTtwbNrCB1kLu4RsggGO3yheQMNwTQYtDGhbqolJyhzHLGo_vlVgjpFxI_UhWkOfoJispB_YULWJPs4ZzB31sndFaRTAZjw7r3qFeKs/s320/DSCF1193crop.jpg&quot; width=&quot;237&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just realised, none of you, have seen my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3261060774010727279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-realised-none-of-you-have-seen-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3261060774010727279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3261060774010727279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-realised-none-of-you-have-seen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQC_YDLPQcLebQ9jY3MwjsuClxCpAGfanAnrcRTtwbNrCB1kLu4RsggGO3yheQMNwTQYtDGhbqolJyhzHLGo_vlVgjpFxI_UhWkOfoJispB_YULWJPs4ZzB31sndFaRTAZjw7r3qFeKs/s72-c/DSCF1193crop.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1933272855968789896</id><published>2010-12-24T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:12:17.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got spurs, that jingle, jangle, jingle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I thought I should write another note on here, mainly because they tend to work at getting my anger out, or just relax me in general, as odd as that sounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, so yeah. Kinda pissed off that what went on the other night has just seemed to be swept under the carpet as though nothing has ever happened. I know I&#39;m pretty passive when it comes to stuff like this, but.. I guess last night pissed me off more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;How can you just get away with saying something as rude and demeaning as that? You can&#39;t. That&#39;s the issue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So, when you want to speak to me about this, let me know yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, Christmas shopping is officially done. I say that, but then again I know full well there&#39;s something that I&#39;ve forgotten to buy, none of which is purposeful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I was in town today, and I don&#39;t know how it managed it, but I am absolutely ehausted. I was just pushing past people and snapping at every available oppurtunity and it was absolute hell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I got everything sorted though, so I definitely feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mum&#39;s currently having a nervous breakdown downstairs, so I&#39;m going to leave her to it and get on with wrapping my presents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I have more new music on my iPod, so that&#39;s making me feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But, I&#39;m certainly starting to get into the Christmas spirit.. I think. I&#39;ll probably feel better in the morning, I was going to go out tonight but I don&#39;t have any money left after today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Plus, I don&#39;t particularly want to be hungover for Christmas day, as I have to actually get up and help walk the dog somewhere ridiculous like a field or some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Do you know something?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t believe how happy I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1933272855968789896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-spurs-that-jingle-jangle-jingle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1933272855968789896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1933272855968789896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-spurs-that-jingle-jangle-jingle.html' title='I got spurs, that jingle, jangle, jingle!'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-5090986478599146936</id><published>2010-12-22T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:06:38.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Okay, I&#39;m not going to lie, I&#39;m pissed off. I&#39;m really pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Never in my entire life have I actually ever had to have to decide whether or not I wanted to be friends with someone before, because the majority of my friends never have hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But, I&#39;m not going to lie, you did. You were friends with someone you know I hated, regardless of the fact that we were friends before, and you in fact, bitch and moan about her all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It doesn&#39;t make sense to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I told you all the shit that she does to people, and how much she hurts people, and yet you still wanted to be friends with her, regardless of the fact that you knew it was hurting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Everything I tell you, I tell you in confidence, which means, only you and you ONLY know about it. So, when I get nasty texts, threatening texts off a certain someone. I know full well that it was you who told them what they now know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Even, when you told me you&#39;d fallen out with this person, and that you didn&#39;t want to speak to them anymore, you still had to tell them something I told you in confidence, which made me look like a dickhead again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m finding it really fucking hard to maintain a friendship with you, I&#39;m always there for you. I had feelings for you, but that is irrespective of everything else, because I put it to the back of my mind, as I didn&#39;t want to pressure you into anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I sit there and listen to you talk about someone you fancy, and yeah it hurts. But being your best friend means that I&#39;m there for you, no matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Even after this, I don&#39;t know if I&#39;ll have the balls to fall out with you, because I&#39;m not vindictive like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But everything is on very thin ice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sorry I had to write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sorry if you hate me, and don&#39;t want to be friends with me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But it&#39;s something you need to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/5090986478599146936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5090986478599146936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5090986478599146936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-292375883535070798</id><published>2010-12-21T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:10:06.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Right, I thought maybe a way to express myself would be to write a blog on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It might not be the best decision I have ever made, but hey ho! Shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, I am incredibly pissed off this evening. Various reasons have been made as to why I can&#39;t get my shit back, but to be totally honest with you, it all just seems like a big fat excuse because you can&#39;t be fucking arsed to let me go because you&#39;re a pathetic loser who refuses to get over me. It is apparent I couldn&#39;t give a shit about what you think of me anymore, and it&#39;s also apparent that you&#39;re a total wanker who&#39;s main quest in life is to fuck everyone who you ever get in contact with - over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;You absolutely disgust me. To even begin to think that I wasted an entire year of my life with you, makes me want to be physically sick. You are genuinely a walking joke and I hope you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;How you can live with yourself at times I don&#39;t know. From everything that I&#39;ve ever heard about you, it has all amounted to a load of shit. You have been a bully for as long as people can remember and you obviously compensating for something in your shit life so you spend your time trying to make everybody else feel shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Why the fuck you just can&#39;t bring me my shit is beyond me. I mean, it takes 5 fucking minutes for you to get off your fat fucking arse, get in your shitty car, and drive to mine. I don&#39;t even care about seeing you. Your face makes me want to vomit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Just bring me my shit back, leave my fucking friends alone, leave me alone, and get on with your sad life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Because as far as I&#39;m concerned, you&#39;re not worth the shit off my shoe anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I feel better.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/292375883535070798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/292375883535070798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/292375883535070798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3131088374305832518</id><published>2010-12-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:15:50.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;girl with one eye.. i&#39;ll cut your little heart out.. cos you made me cry..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;i&#39;m having a music day today, hanging about on last.fm looking for new artists to download. i&#39;m reminiscing and getting a bit of regina spektor on my iPod. i&#39;ve been staying at my dad&#39;s the last few nights so it&#39;s been nice to get away from the humble abode. had a fantastic bath with a bath bomb last night, i was so comfortable in there, absolutely nothing would deter me from leaving that bath. i&#39;m sorta hoping that weather conditions are going to improve soon.. it&#39;s been snowing constantly for the last 2 and a half weeks.. and i am getting a little bit too sick of it. it&#39;d probably be okay if i could drive everywhere, but since i lack that skill, i&#39;m having to walk everywhere with about 16 layers on. i&#39;m going to spend the rest of my afternoon on fallout.. sad i know, but with this weather there is little other things to do without freezing to death. i&#39;m off out drinking for the first time in ages on saturday, booked the night off especially and everything!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;i&#39;m hoping it&#39;s going to be a good night anyway, first night out since i&#39;ve been single anyway... so that&#39;ll be interesting! i&#39;ve got quite a few presents yet to buy so i&#39;m going to try and get some of that done today. christ knows what i&#39;m getting certain people.. i have some general ideas but nothing concrete. lily allen just came on, she makes me smile. i&#39;m kinda glad i&#39;m not on skype right now, my friend tasha would probably not appreciate me singing lily allen at her. regardless of the fact that i sound like a drowning cat :&#39;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;anyway, i&#39;m gonna leave this here and go and get some lunch!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;lots of love &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3131088374305832518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3131088374305832518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3131088374305832518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-hey.html' title='i said hey!'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-6829090663689282637</id><published>2010-12-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:51:56.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;hello blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;my my.. i haven&#39;t written one of these in absolutely ages. i&#39;m chilling today, it&#39;s snowing so much outside and the last place i wanna be is outdoors. i can smell the dog from here, and he absolutely stinks. i don&#39;t know why i&#39;m sat watching music channels, and i am in fact just watching the adverts at very high volume. it&#39;s nearly christmas, i can&#39;t believe how quickly this year has gone. i proper need to get my presents sorted. i have a few, but there&#39;s quite a lot i need to get. seeing adam this afternoon hopefully so that&#39;ll be a nice change. i had 4 hours sleep last night because i was sat worrying all bloody night. so i spoke to my dad and he said he&#39;ll drop me back at the house and go back home. they&#39;re getting a bed delivered today so when i stay i&#39;ll have my own bed. YAY. i&#39;m gonna go on the ps3 shortly, play a bitta fallout new vegas. frank is yapping in his sleep.. n&#39;aw.. anyway, ps3 time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/6829090663689282637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-blog-my-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6829090663689282637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6829090663689282637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-blog-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPUF2bbEEicHDt7y5S2yGgAhpjcPug4NWQT7FVyA5yiLxAjCSvVvgDTzME6-qzDHFZs4eKtWA_eajdFLC20NUzMbrj-UCVjkv616G67jrxUvFr5NJ2e2-Ktr4XRKBQ/s220/Photo+on+06-09-2011+at+12.50+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>