<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:15:27.487Z</updated><category term='Romance'/><category term='Groupon'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Tesco'/><title type='text'>With Tired Eyes...</title><subtitle type='html'>We've all been changed from we were.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3880775437445279862</id><published>2012-02-05T21:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:58:30.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace.</title><content type='html'>What a week. Warning in advance this is going to be a really depressingly shit blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday Jay's Grandad chocked on a piece of food at the care home he was in, only to black out which bought on a heart attack. He pretty much never woke up and died on Wednesday morning. Such a lovely man, it really saddens me that the last time I saw him was Christmas Day. I take comfort that he's now with his late wife Jean who was a very influential person on Jay's life though I missed her by about a month. She passed away a few weeks before I met Jay. It makes me happy to think of them together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that tragedy it really made me think about my Nan, i'd been sort of putting off seeing her in the hospital because it's really depressing and she hardly makes any sense anymore it's almost as if my actual Nan drifted away a while back and all that's left is a mere shell of a lady. It really upset me every time I saw her. Friday after work I thought I would go up because my Dad has been going almost everyday and I thought sooner or later it will be too late and I won't have seen her for weeks. I visited about 6:15pm and she was actually quite chipper, I mean she's lost about 4 stone in weight since she got ill and she looks friggin' awful but she managed to actually speak to me and she gave me a kiss bless her. I asked her if she was cold and she said "It is a bit cold" so I popped her dressing gown over her to keep her a little warmed. We said "We're off now Ruby" She says "Yeah, alright". Really was awful leaving her in her room knowing all she was doing was laying there staring at the wall, nothing to do, nothing to see, just nothing. Except laying. this was my Nan, my nan who would make me cheese and brown sauce sandwiches when I was young even if i'd already had 5. Now she couldn't do anything for herself. I stayed at Jay's Friday night after I headed out to celebrate Bridie's birthday. Woke up Saturday morning to a few missed called and a text from my Mum to Jay asking me to call my Mum ASAP. I just knew what it was. Nan passed away in her sleep at around 6am on February 4th 2012. Seeing my Dad cry is the single worst thing to see, and to see it more than once over the past 24 hours really breaks my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention being royally pissed of at Jay this evening - hasn't helped. Either we're a couple or we're not, either i'm his family or i'm not. I am not interested in being left to one side every now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan, I miss you so much already, Uncle Len &amp; Uncle Bill must be showing you the ropes up there by now :) Sleep tight. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3880775437445279862?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3880775437445279862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3880775437445279862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3880775437445279862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3880775437445279862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8167605041450746790</id><published>2012-01-24T20:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:08:36.442Z</updated><title type='text'>*cough*</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, I have stumbled upon a programme called 'The Exit List' and it is literally hilarious. I have no idea how exactly you play but two grown men have just gone home with £0. What is it with these ridiculous men like those two pricks on The Bank Job? That was utterly 'mezzin in itself. Greedy people make me giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my ultra sound last week, which went well as I have zero issues and life is fab again. I do find it odd that the man performing the ultrasound wishes to engage in small talk with me, it is one of lifes unnecessary moments which this should NEVER occur. I don't know if you wondered Mr. Ultrasound but I don't wish to discuss the intricate details of my day to day life, nor I suspect do you want to hear about it so how about you shut the hell up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner do I find out I don't have gall stones or any other kind of illness do I develop a really shitty dry cough and a sinus infection :( I do apologise for any lost soul who has found this page by mistake and for some odd reason started reading only to find out it is the blog of a crazy miserable woman. I assure you I am not actually miserable (but I might be crazy) in fact this weekend I have some fab stuff planned. (If you like this sort of thing...) Friday night Jay and I will be indulging in a little home made pizza action! It was literally the most amazing thing the first time round. Saturday I am going to a party - Wendy's birthday party and it's set to be fun cos Tezza is going and I love Tezza! :o) Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to attempt sleep because I have an awfully dry throat and seem to need a drink every 5 minutes :o( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you Nanny Ruby, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8167605041450746790?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8167605041450746790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8167605041450746790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8167605041450746790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8167605041450746790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/cough.html' title='*cough*'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5126307233445222336</id><published>2012-01-11T23:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:22:00.524Z</updated><title type='text'>And begin...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is already amazing. I might have been the last one to know but one of my best friends has announced she is expecting a teeny baby! (As opposed to a miniature Hulk) Yay! Many congratulations to Charis &amp; Dan, so pleased for them! I just grew up about 5 years in the space of 5 minutes, that starts happening when your close friends start having babies. Although that happened when they got married tbh. *freak out* It's such fab news though! Beyond excited for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year was pretty much 'mezzin. Jay and I stayed in round Abby and Ads, played games, drank shots of what tasted like nail varnish remover (always fun, or not), and danced around the living room to Cindy Lauper 'Girls just wanna have fun'. Not forgetting the Steak and Wedges we had for dinner, yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some very painful stomach issue a few weeks back. For a split second I thought I was dying then calmly realized I was not, it just hurt like HELL. What I would imagine hell to be like anyhow. It was kind underneath my ribs in the middle to the side (that is such a place...) I hardly slept one night and then I couldn't breathe properly and got myself into a right state. Anyway the doctor gave me a 'anti acid' tablet which did not do much to help. After a few days the pain died down and eventually went. The doctor was kind enough to send me for an ultrasound SIX WEEKS AFTER I ACTUALLY WENT TO THE DOCTORS. Quite frankly they're lucky i'm not dead. I would imagine that sort of thing is kind of an emergency or not considering I would be dead, no rush. So on 17th Jan I am going for my ultrasound. In the space of 4 months 2 people have asked me if i'm 'having a baby' so i'm half expecting them to find a deceased fetus. (Sorry that is gross.) I am actually not, and if they do I will go utter mental because for the last 10 months I have been harboring a Contraceptive Implant. Which next week I am getting removed, though they are making it sound like some sort of major surgical procedure which I am NOT happy about. When I walked into the clinic 10 months ago and decided to have the implant they laid me down on a bed, shoved a needle in my arm and slipped it in - but to have it out is apparently not as easy. Nobody told me this when I had it in! Pfft. I am not looking forward to that darn needle again, bloody hurt last time :( To top it off I am giving blood on Tuesday afternoon! There's my good deed for the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the good stuff - Christmas was so great. I had dinner round Jay's parents house with Jay, Tina, Keith, Zoey, Gemma, Pete and Karen. It was awesome! The dinner was fab and we did quiz games and I even fit in a little snooze! :) We went to Damo's in the eve and I saw the two cutest girls ever - my beautiful nieces :) They're growing so much and both can sit up pretty well now. I baby sat for Molly Mo on 23rd Dec and she was fab! Jay and I played with her for a while, she loves grabbing stuff and looking at herself in the mirror! I fed her a bottle, and put her to bed and we didn't hear a peep out of her all night :) In my world I would hope all children are like this, sadly I do not think it is the case. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming tomorrow with Victor, Friday night in with Jayboy watching Never Let Me Go &amp; American Horror Story. I MIGHT let him get me to watch Boardwalk Empire although I have heard mixed reviews. Saturday night, with a quick change of my plans I am going to see Charis with the girls. Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie Dog is here and I love it, she hasn't stayed here for ages! :) Hasn't tried to creep up to my room yet, good doggy! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG HAS BEEN GOING FOR ALMOST 5 YEARS! Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5126307233445222336?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5126307233445222336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5126307233445222336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5126307233445222336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5126307233445222336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-begin.html' title='And begin...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8877471257235833006</id><published>2011-11-23T11:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:27:48.825Z</updated><title type='text'>It's all about tonight!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. I am going to explode. I have been refraining from venting immensely on this here blog so's not to sound like a total angry little elf but i'm afraid I can no longer hold it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I ever been around somebody so nosey! The bloody nose is the size of the grand canyon and really they are blameless because it just sticks itself in where it's not wanted. I can handle it, but when it's there 5 days out of 7 it REALLY BEGINS TO GRATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write more. Believe me I could write reams and reams about how mind numbing annoying it is to be subjected to this day in and day out. Alas, I feel it's not good for my positive energy or anybody else's for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to a friendlier and more welcome note - tonight I am off to the mooooovies. Unfortunately I am so poor that I actually can't afford to have nandos before hand :o( (Boo!) however, I am going to watch Breaking Dawn (With Dawn, ha!) Okay not funny...still it is said to be a good movie, although let's be honest; sexy on the sexy scale is blowing the roof off so who cares if it's not any good!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am off round to Tina &amp; Keith's for a curry, always welcome! Friday cinema could be on the cards again but I think it will more than likely be Sunday instead! 50/50 - Been waiting for this to come out for aaaaaages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks on Sunday until Christmas. Help :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8877471257235833006?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8877471257235833006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8877471257235833006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8877471257235833006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8877471257235833006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-tonight.html' title='It&apos;s all about tonight!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1785296359764423708</id><published>2011-11-17T11:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:51:32.724Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Chriiiiiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaas! (Almost)</title><content type='html'>I urge anybody reading this to read THIS http://wiseall.wordpress.com instead. It's fucking phenomenal and P Wise is one of the funniest, most creative writers I know AND he actually does it for a living! (Sort of) I however just wallow in my own garbage (not actual garbage, that would be gross) and just write anything. Like I said to my Mother, who thinks i'm quite good (she doesn't read much)- I just write, I don't re-read or think much before I write. I just write and write. Quite often when I don't feel like writing I just start writing and it just takes me away. A bit like now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email from Vue Cinema. "Dear Vue Member" How impersonal. How am I meant to strike up a business deal with you when you address me in such a way? Saying that, I am going to Orange Wednesday next week so their approach wasn't totally flawed. Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like this day is dragging but strangely the week itself has gone quite fast - it's only bloody Friday tomorrow! I'm going to The Farmhouse, but it has to be said I am not wearing a party dress to a pub which is going to be full of drunks and mostly trash singing Karaoke. Should be a great laugh though! Get a few drinks down me and I might pick up a mic! (Not likely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a night in with the best boy I know. Catching up on the second episode of "American Horror Story" which after the 1st Episode has got me hooked! Loving it! It's all a bit strange and a teensy be scary at times but what would you expect from a programme with 'Horror Story' in the title? Exactly. Fishcakes and Wedges, a meal fit for a king. I'll take it! 11:39 - 20 minutes until I can go to lunch and get outta this joint, could go now but let's be honest it's a better deal to get back later, less time until home time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have written all this garbage (again not actual garbage, gross) and i've forgotten to document my first experience babysitting a 5 month old! Saturday night I looked after the one and only Summer Shawyer. She has a routine, bed by 7pm and usually wakes up around midnight or just after. Just my luck, Damo &amp; Cags went out at 8pm, Sumsy woke up at 8:20! Bless her little rosy cheeks, she cried and cried. Poor little poppet was hungry, restless and no amount of jigging and bouncing could calm her for more than 2 precious minutes! Her poor little face, all red and her eyes weary. If only she liked Formula :o) Alas, she is not fond of the stuff so Cagsy had to return from the pub to feed poor Sums, and then she went back to sleep and didn't wake for the rest of the night! Phewph! A bit of a ordeal, but I don't think I did tooooo badly! Auntie Ems :o) Woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was possible to have so much love for two little ladies. They are still the best things since the ever famous sliced bread. Can't wait for Christmas! Jingle Bells Jingle Bells....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1785296359764423708?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1785296359764423708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1785296359764423708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1785296359764423708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1785296359764423708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-chriiiiiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaas-almost.html' title='It&apos;s Chriiiiiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaas! (Almost)'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-23562348313018813</id><published>2011-11-10T09:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:47:22.727Z</updated><title type='text'>Pow, right in the kisser.</title><content type='html'>I recently went to a party where manya mental conversations were had regarding afterlife, space, 'ying &amp; yang' and to be honest i'm more of a living in the real world kind of girl. However, the past couple of days have seen me go into a kind of subconscious trance where I don't know what is real and what's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I will never be happy, at least not in this life. I just have to make the best with what i've got. &lt;---- Did I seriously just write this? One part of me thinks that nobody is ever 100% happy, people are just lucky. The other half thinks nobody should ever have to settle for being 'okay'. Which is right? And where is the middle ground? Is there a middle ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a romantic gesture, but is there actually a single man out there who does things because they love someone, not because they want something? By 'something' I mean gratitude or to feel good about themselves. I am turning into a cynical old woman and as a result I don't think there are any selfless good deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need to get a life! Be a bit more care-free, I say this too often and I always revert to the same uptight crazy person who worries too much. Who on earth would want to be with someone like that? How am I meant to change? Should I change? It always ends up the same, nice on the outside, not so nice on the inside. So it'll probably work out in the future that I have lots of short term friends but not very many long term friends. It will also mean I will end up a lonely old spinster with a house full of cats. I also have a huge issue admitting i'm wrong, if anyone ever reads this I could be in trouble, ha! In all seriousness, it's things like that, that ruin my relationships with people and it absolutely kills me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a boy who tells me he loves me, leaves me notes under my pillow and cuddles me on the sofa. That's all I need right? I just wish he'd go that extra mile. Sometimes I feel like i'm putting 200% in and getting 2% back. Should relationships even be like this? Is every relationship like this? Should relationships be effortless or do they need work? I think the latter, but maybe not night shifts. I should really stop being such a mentalist and get on with the here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is just around the corner and it will be a lovely weekend away :o) To be honest, for me it's more of the holiday blues which is getting me a little down. Florida feels like it never even happened. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the next holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-23562348313018813?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/23562348313018813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=23562348313018813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/23562348313018813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/23562348313018813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/pow-right-in-kisser.html' title='Pow, right in the kisser.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4473199538100297458</id><published>2011-10-19T16:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:45:36.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>HOLY FUCK, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how on earth did I forget to mention that Florida was awesome!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slipped my mind when I went to New York last year too, there must be something wrong with me!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fanfreakintastic. Completely out of this world, everything is massive (including the people). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate more on this at a more convenient time. As it is, i've got to go to Asda to 'do a shop' or whatever one says. Waaaaaay fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4473199538100297458?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4473199538100297458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4473199538100297458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4473199538100297458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4473199538100297458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/flabbergasted.html' title='Flabbergasted'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5550120513404210266</id><published>2011-10-17T11:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:49:25.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Diamonds, in the light.</title><content type='html'>Went a bit out of my mind yesterday, had a small panic when I realised I was feeling very frustrated about the current 'stand still' of my relationship. I'm ready for the next step people, and talking about it and taking no action is reeeeeally frustrating and making me think all kinds of crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayboy knows how I feel, I just need him to talk to me a bit more, you know? You don't know, you're not even anyone, you're thin air. New all time low; speaking to thin air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna start building a life and living something new rather than the same old day in, day out gaggle that is currently going on. I'm not into rushing, but I am into security. Imagine if this went as tits up as the last time I really opened my heart up, not sure I could take it to be honest!? He's right though, I do worry too much. Let's just all take a chill pill and look forward to the next 6 months. Got a weekend away in London to look forward to, along with Christmas shopping and some lunch. Gotta love lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate a sad note - Great Uncle Bill passed away on Saturday. At the grand age of 94, he was a legend. I hadn't seen him for a while but Sheila, Shirley and Bill still send me a Christmas gift every year, so sweet of them. He was Grandad Ken's last remaining sibling which is so sad for Grandad. 8 Brothers &amp; Sisters and he's the last one standing. I am glad Bill passed on peacefully in his sleep, with no pain and that Sheila and Shirley were there with him at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Uncle Bill :o) You will be missed by all The Green's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5550120513404210266?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5550120513404210266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5550120513404210266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5550120513404210266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5550120513404210266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/yellow-diamonds-in-light.html' title='Yellow Diamonds, in the light.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6870469734785625723</id><published>2011-10-11T23:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:32:58.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby, la la la la la la.</title><content type='html'>Is it really possible to feel loved and alone at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a little less questions and a little more shut the hell up! - Classic line from Family Guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have pretty much got the best weekend of my life coming up, would you believe it! Waaahoooo! Actually I jest, it'll be the shittiest weekend that's for sure. Pompey will also probably lose which will add to my woe. Isn't it fabulous? I feel like a used piece of chewing gum. Word of advice to anybody in a relationship, you may NEVER assume how one is feeling. Infact you may never assume anything about your 'other one'. Assuming is possibly the worst invention ever to exist. I hate assumptions unless they are less than assumptions and more actual concrete FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2 nights of precious sleeping next to one another only come around once every 5 days, you'd assume...AHA never assume! That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically my Nan is ill in hospital and it's not the best feeling in the world. I went to see her on my own last week at the hospital,(never assume you will gain 100% support either btw!) and I was totally unprepared for what I would see. It was a mere shell of who my Nanny Ruby used to be. She mostly made no sense and after saying "I'll give you 5 minutes" - (Cheers Nan) she said she wanted me to leave and would prefer it if I wasn't there :( I know my real Nan would never say that to me but I couldn't help getting upset. I hugged her, gave her a kiss and slowly made my way out of the hospital which then lead to me bursting into tears in front of a bunch of strangers walking in to the hospital. I got myself so worked up I got in the car, went to drive off and forgot to pay the car park ticket which in turn made me late to meet Jay. How foolish and forgetful. Bit like me if i'm honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to see her after this, I will go to see her again soon but I just want to make sure I keep the fresh memories in my head of sitting on the arm of my Nan's chair whilst she holds my feet and I clamber in the cupboard in the living room. I tell you I found all kinds of interesting rubbish in there. I would take stuff out and say "What's this?" I think the most popular answer I got was "No Idea." Haha. I would eat chocolate swiss rolls until I was sick round their house, cheese and brown sauce sandwiches which my Nan would make me in the kitchen, cut into triangles and deliver to me on the sofa. Walking to the actual kitchen would be a milestone for her now, or just knowing what the actual kitchen is. I used to try and make my Grandad watch Casualty on a Saturday night but he'd make me turn it off because he didn't like blood, ha! I'm fairly sure there were some generation game viewings round their house at one time or another. Then off I went up to the put out bed with the cosiest quilt ever to lay there trying to sleep but secretly waiting for Mum and Dad to get in from their nightclub days! Awesome. Those are the best memories of my Nan and Grandad, that and one of my many hamsters deciding to show itself after being lost for almost a week running round the sofa under my Grandad's legs. "Emily, there's something running along the carpet!" "Yes! Found Scratch!" Why I thought 'Scratch' was a good name for a hamster I will never know. Lest not forget my favourite thing in their house - The Typewriter. I seriously would love this as a hand me down. I used to go up and play on that thing all the time. God knows what I used it for I wasn't quite the novelist at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now I wish for my Nan to be watched by angels. I might not have had quite the same relationship with her as I have been lucky enough to have with my Nanny Mo, but she is a very special grandparent and I love her ever so much. The Green Family is a name to be proud of and she was there a the beginning of my tree as I know it hence not being alive to meet any Green's before them!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREEN'S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6870469734785625723?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6870469734785625723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6870469734785625723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6870469734785625723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6870469734785625723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/ruby-ruby-ruby-ruby-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby, la la la la la la.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6786935886301344361</id><published>2011-09-05T10:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:10:12.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT WEEK BABY!</title><content type='html'>I have been having some VERY mysterious dreams as of late. Let's see, there was me and Ian Somerhalder living it up in a tent in a random back garden I didn't recognize, but let's face it I wasn't particularly worried about who's back garden I was in. Then after that, I was in a strange house, which wasn't mine. In the kitchen I was cleaning and preparing food then all of a sudden everything I touched was just shattering, or breaking. I was mortified, kept apologising saying "So sorry, I won't break anything else" then everything kept breaking! All the while Ian Somerhalder was still there....I have literally no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 weeks until Florida, so so so so SO excited! Actually, excited doesn't cover it. I keep sneezing and I am PRAYING it is not the start of a cold...that would be bad times indeed. I have got everything prepared, all sorted just waiting for Thursday 15th Sept to come around; that is 10 days today baby! I have just discovered I can officially say 'I am going to holiday NEXT WEEK'. *dance* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am probably going to be in the biggest low EVER after my holiday but let's not think about that just yet, I honestly can't stop talking about it, i've pissed off the world and his wife but I....just...can't....stop!! Fingers crossed when we get home it'll be the start of another exciting time, despite missing the sunny sunshine state! :o) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6786935886301344361?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6786935886301344361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6786935886301344361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6786935886301344361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6786935886301344361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-week-baby.html' title='NEXT WEEK BABY!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7477285679592212079</id><published>2011-08-31T09:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:15:13.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Light's gone, Days end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And they say &lt;br /&gt;She's in the Class A Team&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in her daydream&lt;br /&gt;Been this way since 18&lt;br /&gt;But lately her face seems&lt;br /&gt;Slowly sinking, wasting&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling like pastries&lt;br /&gt;And they scream&lt;br /&gt;The worst things in life come free to us&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're just under the upperhand&lt;br /&gt;And go mad for a couple of grams&lt;br /&gt;And she don't want to go outside tonight&lt;br /&gt;And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland&lt;br /&gt;Or sells love to another man&lt;br /&gt;It's too cold outside&lt;br /&gt;For angels to fly&lt;br /&gt;Angels to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7477285679592212079?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7477285679592212079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7477285679592212079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7477285679592212079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7477285679592212079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/lights-gone-days-end.html' title='Light&apos;s gone, Days end.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1934941016099888810</id><published>2011-08-18T12:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:15:17.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of D-Bag</title><content type='html'>Oh hai 4 weeks until Florida! I am more annoying than usual so apologies to all the lovely people that have had to hear me badger on about Florida for the last 9 months! But seriously, you would all do the same, so zip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a slight ordeal on Sunday night we are back in business, who need psychopathic arseholes trying to ruin your life?! Not me :-) Less said about this the better, I just wanted to document it for further chuckles in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara is going on holiday tomorrow for 2 weeks, and it is her birthday this weekend. In aid of all this she has purchased what I can only describe as a buffet for the entire office, I have consumed 2 sausage rolls and 2 torillas chips dipped in salsa. SORTED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, Sara had her party last Saturday. After Pompey Vs Brighton I was ready to do some serious drinking. Missing a 95th minute Penalty whilst 1 nil down is enough to drive anyone to the drink if you ask me. Headed straight to Sara's with 2 bottles of 'Summer Red' courtesy of Gallo got there about 5:45, left at 09:30 in possibly the most drunken state EVER. Not my finest moment. Decided i'd had too much to drink so went to the bathroom, slept for about 5 minutes on the bathroom floor then thought to myself "probably not best to sleep here, i'll go find a bed". Just happened to be Wyatt's bed, Sara's 16 year old Son. Jay got a search party together and Phil even walked down the road in fear of me having fallen down an actual ditch. There I was minding my own business asleep on a comfy bed! Sorry guys! Got home at 9:30...I am totally ashamed that I was in my own bed by 10pm!! What an absolute douchebag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, the story of my Saturday night. Sunday was spent recovering. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1934941016099888810?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1934941016099888810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1934941016099888810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1934941016099888810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1934941016099888810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/definition-of-d-bag.html' title='Definition of D-Bag'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8764369643090607362</id><published>2011-08-10T09:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:25:24.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Says!</title><content type='html'>I am getting slightly worried at the number of mental dreams I have been having recently. Last night everybody had left for Turkey except me and Calum who were left in the house for some odd reason. We did some gardening and then it was as though we had our old back door again but we couldn't find the key to lock it. I honestly don't know what possesses me to have these weird dreams, it's not as if I ate a block of cheese before bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate note it really really bothers me that there is all this shit going on in the world and all some people can say is "There's devastation in Norway and people are moaning about JD Sports getting broken into" - I would like to add there is ALWAYS somebody worse off than you. So of course there is something really bad going on elsewhere, people are hurting, people are dying, people are grieving but a the end of the day this shit is going on in our own back gardens. Nobody is saying one thing is more important than the other, by taking an interest in the London/UK Riots it's not giving Norway the finger. Gaaaaaah. Ridic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR and I took a rockin' trip to London at the weekend, we refrained from looting and rioting whilst we were there and it was a pleasant trip. I was totally zonked on Saturday night and we stayed in what appeared to be a room in which a mouse could live but it was lovely! Saw Super 8 @ the IMAX, which was awesome! Genuinely great film and the IMAX is just wicked. Love it! Drank cocktails and tapas in Las Iguanas on Southbank, Nandos in Covent Garden and Slug &amp; Lettuce drinks on Regents Street. A great day with my boy it has to be said :) Looking forward to a couple of birthday meals coming up for him later in the month :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - 37 sleeps until Florida!! Ohhhhh Yeah! It's gonna be super delish in every kind of way! I can't stop looking at the Bubba Gump Shrimp website. Mouth. Watering. This chain of restaurants definitely needs to open in the UK although saying that it might take away the special spark it has. I am totally getting a free glass again!! I'm collecting. New York, Orlando - next stop LA or San Fran?? Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of delish, Molly Mo &amp; Summer are the epitome of delish. Love them more each day :) Growing up so fast, both weigh over 9lb now! The only time in your life when weight gain is a positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8764369643090607362?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8764369643090607362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8764369643090607362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8764369643090607362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8764369643090607362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/mama-says.html' title='Mama Says!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4973447570074543407</id><published>2011-07-25T09:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:52:30.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievabubble.</title><content type='html'>The amount of verbal diarrhoea to come out of peoples mouth is absolutely unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4973447570074543407?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4973447570074543407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4973447570074543407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4973447570074543407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4973447570074543407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/unbelievabubble.html' title='Unbelievabubble.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8136897658129681513</id><published>2011-07-08T13:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:37:21.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be, that you're joking with me?</title><content type='html'>It's been a fair old month - spent more time with Molly Mo &amp; Summer. Molly has put on some weight at last and Summer is getting bigger and bigger. They're so scrummy I just want to eat them :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday last Sunday and I had a pretty mediocre day. The curry was awesome, and having the family round was great but that coupled with my Nan telling me I was fat kind of balanced out the day. I'm still getting over it. Pfft. Hardly an incentive to come and visit you! Cheers Nan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Take That on Friday 1st July and I have to say it was increds. There was an actual million foot robot who stood up like the angel of the north. It was so rad and Robbie's bit was mental! He is 'Robbie fucking Williams' you know. Loved it. My Nanny Mo loved it too, was a pleasure to take her. She doesn't call me fat at random opportunities. Bonus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have purchased my DisneyWorld tickets at £220! By jove, who decided to price them at such a monstrous amount? Anyway, at least it's out the way. I have also bought my visa which I am actually unsure if I really needed it...I think my one from last year still covers me. Oh well I paid $14 for it anyway!! Cheers O'bama. We should definitely start charging for people to come into the UK. Bloody rip off merchants. Mum &amp; Dad are getting my Universal tickets for my birthday and then all I need is my Discovery Cove package tickets, yay! Dolphins :D I am going to attempt to communicate with them like Dory does with the Whales in Finding Nemo. Yaaaaaas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for a meal tonight to celebrate Whymark Seniors Birthday should be yumtastic, then tomorrow me and Jayboy off to Brighton for some shopping and Las Iguanas cocktail &amp; food goodness! Yeeeeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much all my excitement is over now the weather is 17 degrees with torrential rain. I hope it brightens up tomorrow. You would NOT think this is July. Seriously weatherman SORT IT OUT! I hope the thunder storms have stopped in Florida by the time our holiday comes around, it seems they have been going on forever and a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like Kaiser Chiefs that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8136897658129681513?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8136897658129681513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8136897658129681513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8136897658129681513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8136897658129681513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/could-it-be-that-youre-joking-with-me.html' title='Could it be, that you&apos;re joking with me?'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2918333232039093845</id><published>2011-06-23T11:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:37:52.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mannequin</title><content type='html'>How do I get closer to you? &lt;br /&gt;When you keep it all on mute, &lt;br /&gt;How will I know the right way to love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the Queen of figuring out, &lt;br /&gt;Breaking down a man is no work out, &lt;br /&gt;But I have no clue, &lt;br /&gt;How to get through to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanna hit you just to see if you cry &lt;br /&gt;I keep knockin' on wood, hoping there's a real boy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're not a man, &lt;br /&gt;You're just a Mannequin, &lt;br /&gt;I wish you could feel, that my love is real &lt;br /&gt;But you're not a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just turn you on &lt;br /&gt;Put a battery in and make you talk &lt;br /&gt;Even pull a string for you to say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with you there is no guarantee &lt;br /&gt;Only expired warranty &lt;br /&gt;A bunch of broken parts &lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to find your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm such a fool &lt;br /&gt;This one's outta my hands &lt;br /&gt;I can't put you back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not a man &lt;br /&gt;You're just a Mannequin &lt;br /&gt;I wish you could feel that my love is real &lt;br /&gt;But you're not a man &lt;br /&gt;You're just a toy &lt;br /&gt;Could you ever be a real, real boy &lt;br /&gt;And understand &lt;br /&gt;But you're not a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2918333232039093845?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2918333232039093845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2918333232039093845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2918333232039093845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2918333232039093845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/mannequin.html' title='Mannequin'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2100910804107123459</id><published>2011-06-18T23:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:34:23.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibility Cloak</title><content type='html'>I must have one on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2100910804107123459?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2100910804107123459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2100910804107123459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2100910804107123459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2100910804107123459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/invisibility-cloaking.html' title='Invisibility Cloak'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-792329087404403133</id><published>2011-06-16T14:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:47:08.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Mo Bowley</title><content type='html'>2 weeks ago I announced the birth of my first niece Summer who now has the prettiest of middle names - Fern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst she now looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bayp7ACqFIk/TfoJRWoxTBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_MoHysyoI3M/s1600/SummerFern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bayp7ACqFIk/TfoJRWoxTBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_MoHysyoI3M/s320/SummerFern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618813678837124114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Baby Molly Mo Bowley weighing in at 6lb 12oz looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPdn4qv6WUk/TfoHmxPOnhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GSEUuozwHBk/s1600/MollyMoNiece.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPdn4qv6WUk/TfoHmxPOnhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GSEUuozwHBk/s320/MollyMoNiece.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618811847731748370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful little ladies have entered my life and Auntie Emily is pleased as punch :o) I don't know how pleased punch was but I do know it's a very very very big lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Molly Mo and Little Summer Fern will be the best of friends and as close as sisters. Now all I need is to purchase a Big Cousin t-shirt for Summer and a Little Cousin t-shirt for Molly. It must be done! Even though Molly is almost a whole pound more than Summer, what a little fatty! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait until the next time I see them. Molly is the image of her Dad so far but she has the Shawyer/Bowley trade mark lips. Watch out Angelina, Molly's in town! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-792329087404403133?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/792329087404403133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=792329087404403133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/792329087404403133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/792329087404403133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/molly-mo-bowley.html' title='Molly Mo Bowley'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bayp7ACqFIk/TfoJRWoxTBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_MoHysyoI3M/s72-c/SummerFern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3990183399259403503</id><published>2011-06-07T10:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:37:41.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy bitsy baby, still itsy bitsy.</title><content type='html'>So whaddaya know, Summer is still iddy diddy - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiYRj6zSZeI/Te3rcQCxcXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HAY3sJLpRpQ/s1600/SummerNiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiYRj6zSZeI/Te3rcQCxcXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HAY3sJLpRpQ/s320/SummerNiece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615403180976337266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing would it be if we all stayed baby sized? Although officially not possible. We would find it difficult to eat, get dressed or converse with other humans. Not much of a life obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Summer since Saturday and I miss her already :) Plus she must be missing her Auntie Em by now, poor little soul. This will be rectified ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate subject, what is an appropriate time to wait until just agreeing with somebody because you didn't hear what they said? I usually give it three but to be honest that is only when i'm really interested in the conversation. If I'm not it's one strike and you're out. I had such an example this morning and I simply just made a chuckle as my answer as i'm pretty sure said person was trying to make a joke. For all I know they could have said they just had a bereavement and I laughed out loud. I think note to self: LISTEN. If you haven't heard it ask them to repeat it, and if you really haven't heard it just own up to being stupid and deaf, or have a pop at them for speaking so quietly. I'm pretty sure people do this to me all the time, but this is because I talk too fast. Must learn to slow down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased that I have a 4 day week at work this week - not pleased that I have had to sacrifice my work at home day for meetings though, boo! Friday is going to be epic come rain or shine. I'll be boppin' to the beat of the radio with Kings of Leon! Helllll yeeeah. IOW Festival is upon us once again and this year I am going to make it one to remember and not just for the fact I will remember it because half my family won't be there! Boo to all you baby havers! :( I do hope we embark on the obligatory fish and chips at Callum and Karen's house on Friday arvo, canny wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think time is running out to purchase a season ticket for PFC this season, I left this job to my Dad but it seems as though he is increasingly less bothered as the days go on. He will then of course moan at me for not prompting him or indeed sorting something myself. Hmmmmmm, Dad if you read this, come onnnnnnnn get it sorted. I love de footy! Love from your bestest Daughter in the whole wide world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fresh note - we paid off Florida! Alls I gotta do now is budget for spending and buy tickets. My plan is as follows - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Dad + Siblings = Universal Ticket for my birthday = £90 Purchase July.&lt;br /&gt;Disney World Ticket = £220 Purchase June 29th Pay Day &lt;br /&gt;Discovery Cove All Inclusive Day Package = £130 Purchase July Pay Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Payday = £200 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;July Payday = £300 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;August Payday = £600 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Spending Monday = £1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much all I can afford and to be honest i'll be amazed if this plan comes together! Here's hoping! There is absolutely no reason why I can't do it so bring it on! I also need to go about purchasing a travel money card which I have found on moneysupermarket.com need to run this by Dad because Dad is the center of all sense (at times, don't tell him I said that). I also need to purchase Travel Insurance. Mustn't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer and closer, 101 days! A bit like 101 Dalmations but less dogs and more waiting for Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Jayboy tonight, we're going on a radical trip to Asda. Yeah man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3990183399259403503?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3990183399259403503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3990183399259403503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3990183399259403503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3990183399259403503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/itsy-bitsy-baby-still-itsy-bitsy.html' title='Itsy bitsy baby, still itsy bitsy.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiYRj6zSZeI/Te3rcQCxcXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HAY3sJLpRpQ/s72-c/SummerNiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4185869296292990963</id><published>2011-06-03T10:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:02:12.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Summer</title><content type='html'>So basically this is my new niece - Summer Shawyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eM_Zm2bZgA/Teiw4c3PAfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3-WL__P7vI/s1600/summershawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eM_Zm2bZgA/Teiw4c3PAfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3-WL__P7vI/s320/summershawyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613931419384349170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the best thing since sliced bread and we all know that sliced bread was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment I love her more than life itself and I think Caroline and Damien are going to be pretty damn good parents :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the Auntie duties!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4185869296292990963?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4185869296292990963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4185869296292990963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4185869296292990963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4185869296292990963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-summer.html' title='Baby Summer'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eM_Zm2bZgA/Teiw4c3PAfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3-WL__P7vI/s72-c/summershawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3031004019379929761</id><published>2011-05-21T23:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:29:34.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All dressed up and no where to go.</title><content type='html'>That just about sums it up. Luckiest girl in the world, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3031004019379929761?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3031004019379929761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3031004019379929761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3031004019379929761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3031004019379929761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-dressed-up-and-no-where-to-go.html' title='All dressed up and no where to go.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3086481376457576457</id><published>2011-05-11T11:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:01:47.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't WAIT to be King!</title><content type='html'>Count down as follows - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Days until IOw Festival - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much fun is going to be had. Bow Time I am especially looking forward to, i'm hoping for some rad festival adventures this year with Dawne. It'll be sad times because the whole fam isn't coming for the first time ever but it will be a new and enjoyable experience for all involved. Dawn will not have the added luxury of running away from the sun and back to the tent ala V Festival 2009 because we will be staying in belvedere towers as per the norm in IOW. Bring on the cleanliness, showers, straighteners and a general party time at the fest. KOL - excited much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 Days until Baby Shawyer is here - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever niece or nephew will be entering the world, should it choose to arrive on it's due date. I'm hoping this is the case, or even early cos we're all itching to meet him/her. Yippee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Days until Baby Bowley is here - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second ever niece or nephew will be gracing the world with their presence again, should it choose to come out and cry on the date it's suppose to. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait. I wonder will it be Niece/Nephew, Niece/Niece or Nephew/Nephew - suspense is actual killing me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 days until Glee @ 02 Arena - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i'm probably suppose to be ashamed of this but i'm not so yeeeeeeah, some good food at some establishment in the 02 with D, then one of the best shows ever I would imagine. Going to pretend nobody knows me for the evening and sing louder than ever, woop woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128 days until Florida - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday of a lifetime with JR, I'm slightly apprehensive with nerves considering the long flight, my first holiday abroad with just Jay, and the fact i've never been there before. It's gonna be freakin' awesome!! There are no words to describe how much I am excited to go there. Hotel is going to be wicked, the parks, me oh my the parks! AND swimming with Dolphins, corrrrrr, lucky lucky girl. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;3 x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3086481376457576457?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3086481376457576457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3086481376457576457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3086481376457576457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3086481376457576457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-cant-wait-to-be-king.html' title='I just can&apos;t WAIT to be King!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5875593581562018017</id><published>2011-05-09T12:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:49:06.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I would do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked, &lt;br /&gt;cause what you don't understand is - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd catch a grenade for you,&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for you,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd go through all this pain, &lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain, &lt;br /&gt;Yes I would die for you baby, but you won't do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super enjoying Bruno Mars Album. Go buy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5875593581562018017?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5875593581562018017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5875593581562018017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5875593581562018017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5875593581562018017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-would-do-anything.html' title='I would do anything'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6942663879652906001</id><published>2011-05-05T07:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:49:06.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Brilliant. I really want it to be everything I ever dreamed of but at the end of the day I am probably trying too hard. I feel like I am constantly feeling small and unappreciated. What does it mean when you've been forgotten? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6942663879652906001?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6942663879652906001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6942663879652906001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6942663879652906001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6942663879652906001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-937291813104176653</id><published>2011-04-20T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:14:49.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so...</title><content type='html'>...if you could kindly remove this burn from my head I would appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-937291813104176653?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/937291813104176653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=937291813104176653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/937291813104176653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/937291813104176653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah-so.html' title='Yeah so...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2177822687135916518</id><published>2011-04-18T13:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:56:58.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like - baby, baby.</title><content type='html'>So basically it's 151 days until Florida, i'm a little worried if i'm this excited now there is a good chance self combustion could take place between now and boarding the aeroplane! Ohhhhhhhh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Florida excitement is now out of the way so I am free to type of tonight's extravaganza which is.....curry and TV. (You can see why I am so excited for Florida.) - In all seriousness, it is going to be yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday, the official worst day of the week but I am not letting this get me down. A sexy man eyed me in the car this morning which was new, mainly because Portsmouth holds no sexy men except for my one and only Jay W, I like to think he was looking at me, though he was probably looking at the curry house on the left which is yet to open tbh. After a bumpy week last week, I am determined to be happy this week with no down falls :) Plus - 4 day week! Hurrah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a chocolate brownie this morning that Terry made and I have to say I am finding it hard to move this afternoon. The gooeyest, most thick, heavy, fatty piece of goodness i've ever eaten. I'll be having dreams about it tonight whilst I am all alone in the big house. Boo :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a last note - The amount of crap I hear on a daily basis from this place is starting to actual kill me from the inside. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2177822687135916518?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2177822687135916518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2177822687135916518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2177822687135916518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2177822687135916518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-like-baby-baby.html' title='I&apos;m like - baby, baby.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4786549709731884850</id><published>2011-04-11T13:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:47:55.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insy Winsy...</title><content type='html'>Today has seen me in a variety of moods. One minute i'm pretty much the happiest ever, the next I feel totally full of rage and read to snap a pencil in half. (I was going to go for snap somebody's head off..., but realised snapping a pencil is far more likely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into work this morning, all happy due to the sun shining and having made a rough itinerary for Florida last night! Sat down at my desk only to see that somebody has removed the ball of my mouse. First off I assume somebody is playing some sort of game with me although generally 9am is too early to be playing tricks on anybody. This is usually saved for the afternoons when we're lethargic and bored! My team Confirmed that nobody was having a lily laugh, so obviously I was actual fuming! Who would do this? Commit such a cowardly act never to be seen again. Using a normal mouse gives me a hurty thumb so I am now missing my mouse muchly :( I am finding it difficult to get to grips with this bastard old one. I am a mouse snob, it has to be said. Never fear I have ordered a new one and it shall be locked away each evening you thieving mouse ball whack job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took upon the exciting task of 'sorting out my purse' today and I found a European Health Insurance card which expired in 2010. I have applied for a new one although I don't really know what I used it for in the first place. It is probably better to have one than to not, even though I rarely holiday in Europe. (Ha! 'Rarely Holiday', get me. Probably one of the most cringe things I've ever said.) Speaking of holiday, Jay and I made a rough itinerary of Florida last night. It has become apparent that fitting everything in is going to be a struggle! Well, not really a struggle but to conclude - I will be so tired I will need match sticks to prop open my eyelids should I need to be seen to be awake at any stage during the holiday. Jay could probably take me on tower of terror and I wouldn't know about it. In fact I may suggest this to him, you may only take me on tower of terror if I am indeed asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After planning the itinerary, we found ourselves perusing Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream flavours in the US. They have about a billion more flavours than we do in the UK. A lot of Peanut Butter grossdisgustinggrossgrossgross flavours, but also a lot of amazingwonderfulyesyesyes flavours. I am looking forward to sampling some in the US of A. Never mind that, there we were drooling over the yummy icefeeeeem flavours and there it is, A MASSIVE, GIGANTIC SPIDER casually taking a stance by the sofa ready to make it's move across the carpet. Well, I can safely say I am in fact still scared of spiders, not just any spiders (actually, yes any spiders) but this was a mammoth hairy beast of a spider which needed to be shot in my opinion but I had to make do with Dad throwing it out of the front door. I now have the heeby jeebies, it's not contagious, not to worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to experience this again any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4786549709731884850?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4786549709731884850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4786549709731884850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4786549709731884850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4786549709731884850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/insy-winsy.html' title='Insy Winsy...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2683677949195731101</id><published>2011-04-06T09:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:46:48.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beggin' you for bird seed</title><content type='html'>It's not often you have a rod stuck under your skin but yesterday that was me. A jab to the arm which may I advise anyone who is thinking of having a contraceptive implant - it STINGS LIKE HELL! Oh well, now it's in and I don't have to remember to take a pill everyday for the next 3 years happy days. I do actually have genuine concern for my memory. I used to have such a cracking memory and now I seem to forget things on a daily basis. Worried much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was none other than awesome - Dawn and I went to see Peter Kay who was hilario! "Duffy's been begging me for bird seed for years" - hahaha. That whole section of the set was probably my fave. That and the leotard. Phwoar. We went to a very posh nandos; is there such thing I hear you ask? Apparently there is, situated in Chandos Place, Covent Garden. Good times! D and I met up with Paul and his friend Jack which was lovely. We went to the Porterhouse for a drink where I had Savanna Cider which i'd never had before but was pleasantly surprised. We took off about 6:30 to go to The O2 Arena, it is wicked in there! You would not think that all these amenities fit under this one roof including that HUGE arena. Mental. Dawn and I were pretty much the highest seat you could get but I actually didn't feel it made much of a difference. Bit wobbly up there if anything :/ £4.80 for a small brothers cider, now that is what we call day light robbery. I will be teaching my new niece(s)/Nephew(s) about this ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of new Niece's and Nephew's it's only approx 72 days until they arrive. Time is literally flying and before we know it they will be here to say hello to their Auntie Em :-) Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bout a billion thoughts going round in my head at the mo but really have no idea what to write about them. Going to put them in a little box in my head and go back to them later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2683677949195731101?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2683677949195731101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2683677949195731101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2683677949195731101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2683677949195731101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-beggin-you-for-bird-seed.html' title='I&apos;m beggin&apos; you for bird seed'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6884360707688742065</id><published>2011-03-21T11:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:48:43.794Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tesco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groupon'/><title type='text'>You know you're Groupon.</title><content type='html'>I would really like to know how my Tesco club card key fob has become mouldy. The hole that the key goes through has become slightly green and gross. I am not a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I had a wonderful weekend with himself - it was full of walks, Giraffe, Movies and driving. Also the weekend staples, a few snores from his side of the bed. Gotta take the bad because with the bad comes the good! Friday night I got in being a tad under the influence of alcohol. I didn't plan on getting that drunk but after I got into bed I needed to shield my face with the quilt from TV which I though was burning my eyes out due to the brightness. Small hangover on Saturday which was cured by the most glorious day ever! A bulmers, a meal at Giraffe and The Adjustment Bureau. I really enjoyed Matt Damon - who wouldn't? It was inceptionesque with a romantic twist. I love romance! A bit too much, perhaps. Although I could probably never get enough of romance and romantic things in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get back to Groupon with some idea on a few blogs to write. My brain has been busy recently and I thought about suggesting something for Easter, not that i'm particularly religious however, everybody loves a bit of chocolate. They have asked me for 5 ideas - FIVE. Okay it's only 5, calm down dear. Thinking cap, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH tomorrow, meeting wednesday, thursday will drag, then we're back to Friday again- Canny wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6884360707688742065?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6884360707688742065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6884360707688742065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6884360707688742065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6884360707688742065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-know-youre-groupon.html' title='You know you&apos;re Groupon.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4318601155784598592</id><published>2011-03-17T13:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:25:00.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Top of the morning to ya!</title><content type='html'>Went to the movies last night, saw Chalet girl and I can confirm Ed Westwick is officially weirdly hot. Why Weirdly? Well because he's got a odd shaped nose and weird hair. I don't really get it, all I know is it's NICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Dublin on Sunday, had a great trip although my feet gave me a little taste of what's to come in Florida with the amount of PAIN I had coming from them on Sunday night. My gaaad. It felt like the entire amount of blood in my body had filtered into my feet and that they were due to explode any minute. I have that issue and the issue that I pee'd 7 times within 3 hours. That is definitely not normal for a human being. Mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday an Earthquake struck Japan which proved to be seriously devastating. This lead to a 33ft Tsunami which has lead to a few explosions at a Nuclear Plant and now radiation is leaking out. Could it get any worse? Watching the coverage on Sky News was literally unbelievable. Thousands of bodies have been washed up and 10,000+ people missing. Seriously can not get my head around the devastation. Can only send good thoughts to everybody out there and pray that there is some salvation somewhere along the line. Sit tight Japan, help is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayboy coming over tonight for food and general goodness. Missed him yesterday so looking forward to it! Red Nose Day is tomorrow :o) Donate now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rednoseday.com/sponsor-donate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4318601155784598592?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4318601155784598592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4318601155784598592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4318601155784598592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4318601155784598592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-of-morning-to-ya.html' title='Top of the morning to ya!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-771061541865863709</id><published>2011-03-03T22:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:54:36.322Z</updated><title type='text'>KARMA</title><content type='html'>is a bitch. That is all :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-771061541865863709?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/771061541865863709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=771061541865863709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/771061541865863709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/771061541865863709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/karma.html' title='KARMA'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6612112127385555511</id><published>2011-03-03T11:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:09:29.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner, Batman.</title><content type='html'>It is without doubt, quite unbelievable that the boy at football fell in love with me a little over a year ago. Whilst he probably didn't love me back then as in my opinion it probably takes a while to love somebody like me, I unknowingly planted the seed that cold Tuesday night at Fratton Park. I seem to have him under some kind of spell at the moment so my life is one big bunch of flowers. Doesn't it make you sick? I'll enjoy it until the day he finally realises i'm nothing but trouble, I hear some people like trouble though... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't care too much for Marilyn Monroe, bit before my time if i'm honest but this quote is glorious - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." &lt;br /&gt;— Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much describes me in great detail without actually going into any detail. Yeah that didn't make sense to me either but I definitely know what I mean. I wish i'd said this first, I don't think anybody would believe me if I said I made it up. Damn you Maz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note there has been a large amount of home games at Fratton Park recently and would you believe i've got 2 more to look forward to in the next 10 days. Sheffield on Saturday and Boro next Saturday - both winnable I feel but you have to have doubts considering we've won the last 5 matches and kept 5 clean sheets. You wouldn't think '5 wins' and 'Pompey' go in the same sentence but apparently that day has come! Rocha has been a real legend at the back, don't really know why it took Cotterill so long to realise he is an actual ox. The wins have been worth freezing my nips off at Fratton recently. Brrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the weekend - the lay ins can't come quick enough, although saying that this week has been enjoyable. Went to Footy Tues and enjoyed the win (naturally) and yesterday I went to Nandos and the moooovies with Dawne. We saw No Strings Attached and clearly it was the best choice ever as Ashton Kutcher was more or less naked on several occasions and I have come to the conclusion that I would be willing to strike up some sort of deal for sharing if Demi is up for it. A girl can dream. Then there is the one they call Jayboy, but in all fairness I did offer him Natalie Portman as a distraction - a good deal if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a night of nothing, eating dinner and being warm, two of lifes comforts. Friday will be much of the same but with better television choice i.e Friday Night Dinner. I really enjoyed the first episode with Simon Bird, I think it'll be a hit! It looks promising anyway, I will be most annoyed if it's turned to shit this week. I did feel slightly uncomfortable about the creepy man excessively using their toilet in last weeks episode. I hope for no creepy men in this weeks instalment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and leave you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6612112127385555511?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6612112127385555511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6612112127385555511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6612112127385555511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6612112127385555511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-dinner-dinner-dinner-batman.html' title='Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner, Batman.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2314704644392004505</id><published>2011-02-28T10:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:30:29.391Z</updated><title type='text'>The Admiral and his Elephant</title><content type='html'>It's that crappy time of the year again where you have to renew the car insurance. It started off a bit of a pain in the arse but it's actually worked out rather well. Good old Diamond quoted me £966 - NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX SQUIDS! That was pretty much not happening, so with the go compare opera man with the twirly fake moustache running around my head - I set about my investigation. I found Admiral and Elephant were both cheaper and cheaper still when I added old papa to the line up! So I phoned Diamond all ready with my 'I'm leaving and you can't stop me' speech - turns out that wasn't necessary because they matched the deal and not only that bettered it! (Bettered a word? Who cares!) So good times on the insurance front. Wahey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dad's birthday next week which is exciting! Although more exciting for him cos he is off to Dublin with Mum and Calum &amp; Karen. That's okay, I didn't want to go anyway! Pah! In all seriousness i'm only a little sad cos I won't get to see him turn 50, although I don't really know what i'm expecting; perhaps a sudden break out of wrinkles. He will probably look the same on his return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget I have to document Pompey's sudden winning form. Now I say sudden, this is because we have mostly been so awful it hurts my eyes. However, the last 4 matches have been 4 wins AND 4 clean sheets to boot! I don't know what Cotterill is putting in their Lucozade but whatever it is, it's working! After listening to the radio the first half of what sounded like the most one sided match ever we some how managed to come away from Ipswich with a 2 nil win. Less questions asked the better, i'm just pleased this goodness is making itself known! Yay! Relegation was a possibility (a minor one, but still...) a mere 2 weeks ago but now look at us, 12 points from 12 points. Yeeeeeeeeah you heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to write more but I feel that this is the most positive note to end on. Plus it's clearly not the right time to be writing this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bella! (I don't even know what that means, it just sounds good.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2314704644392004505?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2314704644392004505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2314704644392004505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2314704644392004505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2314704644392004505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/admiral-and-his-elephant.html' title='The Admiral and his Elephant'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5972407704789137398</id><published>2011-02-15T10:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:32:43.807Z</updated><title type='text'>The New Florist</title><content type='html'>So yesterday everybody was either loved up or found vomming in a bin at the sight of all the loved up comments on Facebook or Twitter or &lt; insert social networking site here &gt;. I however, took it with a pinch of salt and got on with my working day. Sat here typing away whilst flowers poured into the office I swear you may have mistaken IBM for an actual florist at one stage. I dropped a very subtle hint on facebook.....to no avail! Sara's Husband Steve is away in Spain but he sent her flowers to work - awwww, well it would have been 'awwww' except Sara was working at home yesterday. The lovely Mrs Leason happens to live about a 30 second walk from my house so I kindly offered to take them home to her. It was worth it - the amount of looks and comments I got walking out of work with this huge bunch of flowers was unreal. I thought about going through the whole 'They're not mine, friend working at home, these from Husband' but the opportunity was too great and I held them proud pretending they were from a secret admirer - teehee! This story is a lot better than the last flower story I divulged a couple of blogs down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and very quickly it became apparent that I was freakin' marvin'. So I whipped out the iPhone and texted Jayboy. He informed me he was leaving his new house (one that is empty and cold without a kitchen and bathroom) and going back to his parents house (one that is homely and warm with a fully fitted kitchen and bathroom) and would let me know when to come round. Not gonna lie, I was a bit peeved that he wasn't already home however, before I had a chance to get angry/sad/eat my own arm off in hunger there was a knock at the door. Cue Jay at the door with 10 red roses and a bright red card. - Who said romance is dead!? The first ever flowers i'd received. I'm 23 years old and these are the first flowers i've received, the first that weren't for 'i'm sorry' or 'i'm about to cheat on you' anyway - (they don't count, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to get Chinese take away and watch a movie (he'd bought 'Valentine's Day' for us to watch) and after looking at the menu for 15 minutes then deciding to have the same thing I always have I found myself dialling the number. "Welcome to Mai King, we are now closed for Chinese New Year, we will be returning February 18th" - Not even the 10 red roses could hide my disappointment. We ended up having a curry and even though the chinese will have to wait for another weekend we had a lovely evening. He even offered to be my chauffeur in his Citroen C3 - does it get better than that?! Probably shouldn't answer that. Lovely gesture, as Zoey may say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed last night perusing a website which showed the Grammy's red carpet. I like to browse at what people have chosen to wear to these occasions and it always amazes me that people turn up looking like they got dressed in the dark. Jordin Sparxx turned up in a hideous red frock which made Lady GaGa's entrance in an actual egg look good. I actually thought Kevin McHale looked quite dashing in a white tuxedo - but then hey i'm bias cos I just love a bit of Glee! Grammy's will be shown in the UK on Wednesday at 10pm on ITV2. Is it wrong I quite enjoyed the Usher/Bieber performance, my street cred (if I had any) has just gone waaaaay down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be spent mostly watching The Brits - I sincerely hope Mumford win something, they deserve it with all they've achieved the past year. I'd be voting it best album that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao amigos, I should probably do some work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5972407704789137398?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5972407704789137398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5972407704789137398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5972407704789137398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5972407704789137398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-florist.html' title='The New Florist'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1956245853718422197</id><published>2011-02-14T10:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:26:51.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines everybody! Some say it's just another day like any other and you should show your loved one the same affection everyday - screw that! I think it's lovely to have such a day to be extravagant and go all out to show somebody how much you love them. Jay and I are doing this tonight in the form of take away and possibly a movie. I've got him something rather large &amp; edible. (Teehee, that sounds naughty, it's not...) Infact, the chances are he probably thinks it's naff and that I haven't put in any effort but the truth is I have little money and i'm on a show string budget! He'll understand! Anyway, it kinda suits that we've been together 1 year on Saturday, 1 whole year since we went on a nervous date to Zizzi, and he told me "If I had to rate your smile out of 10, it'd be a 10" - what a line! Got me. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was crazy, so crazy I thought about spelling 'crazy' with a 'K' although I don't like bad grammar, so I have chosen not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to a charity gig at the Rifle Club in Fratton. Dawne met us there and it was a grand old knees up. I may have drank too much, I say may - I definitely drank too much. Ended up going to a kebab house after, I can honestly say I lost all track of time I have no idea what time we got in. All I know is that I fell in the door of the loo in the 'restaurant' (embarrassing) and then threw up what I had eaten when I got in (classy). I am absolutely amazed that I didn't feel too hungover the next day. Actually can't believe it. I am also amazed that this is only the 3rd time ever in the history of forever that I have been sick from drinking. To top it off, I woke up in the morning to find my bed had actual broken and I was laying at a slight angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay and I toyed with the idea of going down for breakfast but then fell back to sleep and woke up around 11:30, whoops! We watched the United/City match which had a couple of great goals, and in the eve we did home made pizza! The dough was immense! Definitely something I want to do again. Jay's was like a chilli, hot chilli, hot hot chilli pizza though so I didn't think much of it, but he likes to go overboard on the chilli on almost everything so no surprise there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good fun, old Stokesy was back from his travels around South America so we all met up for lunch and a game of bowling! I came third in the bowling, my standards are clearly slipping. I blame Friday night to be fair. We met his new girlfriend Alex, really lovely to meet her, she'll fit right in with everybody for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much in bed by 7:30 last night, watched the Baftas at 9, then couldn't sleep till about 12:30 but eventually managed to zonk out. The King's Speech pretty much cleaned up at the Baftas as expected. I have new love for Helena Bonham Carter, her speech was really funny and she seems like a cool, if a little weird lady! As Dawne pointed out Tim Burton still hasn't found a hair brush. Sir Christopher Lee is looking OLD like seriously old. I knew he was old, but not that old. Natalie Portman won Best Actress for Black Swan - seriously need to see this film again. Loved it! Definitely one for the DVD collection. The next few films on the agenda to be seen are - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go&lt;br /&gt;True Grit&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am actually too excited about Hangover II! YES! This time it's in Thailand, but I think they lose Doug again. Liam Neeson has a cameo and Mr Chow is back, haha! Hitting cinemas in May - can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty ho, i'm going back to the future. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1956245853718422197?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1956245853718422197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1956245853718422197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1956245853718422197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1956245853718422197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-valentine.html' title='Funny Valentine'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4737594782088733046</id><published>2011-02-08T09:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:05:28.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Other Drugs (Flowers)</title><content type='html'>So Valentine's Day is fast approaching. Probably one of the shittiest days to pass you by when you're single; the shops are filled with heart, cards, 'romantic' chocolates and everything pink &amp; red. It's just a crappy reminder that you're alone and you have nobody to shower you with love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is different, in the fact that i've actually got another half - who'd a thought it? (Who woulda thought, woulda thought, woulda thought it? Who woulda thought life could be this way? BANDITS!) Getting back on track, to say that I now have somebody in my life to be showered with love and valentines surprises makes me feel awesome! However, it doesn't actually mean that I will be showered with love and valentines surprises. This is the boy who once said "I thought about getting you flowers but then decided not to" - Apparently it's the thought that counts. I have only ever received 1 rose on valentines and I practically forced Dave to buy it for me at a cheap flower stall at Reading Train Station. And they say romance is dead. Tell I lie, I once received the most beautiful bouquet of flowers at work when I was at The Listening Company. It came with a note which said "Emily" and then it had a load of drivel signed by "Nick". Well at that time, I didn't know anybody called Nick (to be fair, I still don't but that's not the point) and I had serious doubts on that they were for me. Apparently I was the only Emily on the 4th floor so they had to be for me. In the end, after trying to track down any other Emilys in the building I did find another Emily and she adamantly said she definitely didn't know anybody called Nick and that they must be for me. Even thought I knew they were definitely not for me, I had no choice but to take them home, being stared at the whole way on the train with this huge bunch of flowers covering my entire face. So the next morning there is a bang at the door, a very angry florist lady who proceeds to shout at me for taking these flowers home. Queue me handing her back the snipped flowers in a tesco carried bag. As you can see my track record with flowers is not great. Perhaps that is why Jay only thought about it but didn't actually end up getting any, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say whatever happens on Valentines, this time last year I was walking Millie Dog on the hill and that is where we first met up for a chat - Millie ended up taking a chunk out of his finger but I guess that's what you get for trying to take her ball off of her :-) Next weekend it'll be exactly a year together, that is lonnnng for me, so we're going to Loch Fyne and for cocktails - I canny wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope all the singletons out there looking for love find it sometime soon. I actually don't care how queer this sounds - love is awesome! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4737594782088733046?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4737594782088733046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4737594782088733046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4737594782088733046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4737594782088733046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-other-drugs-flowers.html' title='Love &amp; Other Drugs (Flowers)'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2445338902446222790</id><published>2011-02-07T14:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:25:33.582Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>This day has just wooooooshed by. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm doing about 6 different things at once and my brain is working over time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to watch episodes of The Office back to back for funsies, aaaaaaand relax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zGI45V5Qm4/Sa0rizr_WdI/AAAAAAAAIpA/LlFUp_vmFa0/s400/via-Vi.sualize.us-6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zGI45V5Qm4/Sa0rizr_WdI/AAAAAAAAIpA/LlFUp_vmFa0/s400/via-Vi.sualize.us-6.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2445338902446222790?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2445338902446222790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2445338902446222790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2445338902446222790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2445338902446222790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-day-has-just-wooooooshed-by.html' title='Happy thoughts'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zGI45V5Qm4/Sa0rizr_WdI/AAAAAAAAIpA/LlFUp_vmFa0/s72-c/via-Vi.sualize.us-6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5325756112838404322</id><published>2011-02-04T09:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:14:56.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Americano!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Jay and I went to Thomas cook aaaaaaand we book a holiday! Hoorah! September the 16th we will be off to Orlando, Florida for 2 weeks! I almost can not contain my excitement, waaahooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my first holiday away with Jay, just us two. I'm preparing for me wanting to rip his head off at some point, but that could happen any day of the week. Gotta love the boy! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am severely worried about my feet dropping off at some point during the holiday, I wonder if there is some mini foot spa that I am able to take?! Probably a bit far fetched. My American buddy Alan says Florida residents are mostly elderly people, pretty weird how somebody who lives in the US has this opinion but everybody here thinks it's all theme parks and restaurants! To be honest for me it WILL be all theme parks and restaurants. My Mum would never take us when we were little cos I didn't like rides and we thought there was little point taking a child to Florida who would be the 'bag holder' at all the theme parks. Plus it's expensive, as Jay and I have found out! We have started paying well in advance though so we should be ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the count down begins, 200 odd days to go...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In amongst booking holidays we went out to Las Iguanas for some brasilian specialities! 2-4-1 cocktails went down a treat! I just love a Long Island Iced Tea! So so yum! We had a great meal and I had some mega prawns, they were delish! A bit tipsy we got a taxi home and just as I got in the taxi I though 'hmm I need to pee' by the time we got home it had been the most excruciating journey ever, never needed to pee so bad! We had, had 4 cocktails and Jay didn't even need to go.....there is something wrong with that boy! I go too much and he doesn't go enough. Okay, so that's enough about peeing - really not the best of subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visits Dawne D's new flat last week - it is immense! She has done a grand job of seeking out this one! Looking forward to the official house warming in a few weeks! I got the ferry over and back last friday and we went for a curry at the Bengal somethingorrather. The Gosport ferry is an experience to say the least. I was on 'The Spirit of gosport' - pah! Never heard such gubbins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped the boys off at the Blue Cobra for Adam's birthday meal last night and then I headed to Beccas to help her tidy her room, this wasn't only Becca being lazy it was an actual job for 2 people. Even though you can only fit 2 people in that bedroom even when it's tidy. It took a couple of hours and hell fire it was ridiculous! She is the Mother of all hoarders, keeps absolutely everything even if it's a receipt from 1990. I managed to force her to chuck a lot of crap out, it now looks clean-ish, or at least clean enough for Beth to sleep in there tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am finally getting to see Black Swan (courtesy of Pete!), I really hope I like it. Heard Portman is a shining light in it, but also heard it's very dark and gloomy. Verdict later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5325756112838404322?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5325756112838404322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5325756112838404322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5325756112838404322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5325756112838404322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/americano.html' title='Americano!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4703404944229962756</id><published>2011-01-24T12:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:54:21.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Green is superior.</title><content type='html'>Things that are Green; well let's see there's me, the rest of my family and this 'ere new look blog. I was bored of the old layout so decided to pick a newbie. It's got birds and everything. I like them, in my mind I picture them flying about on the page and tweeting like little birdies should do. We should all strive to be greener, I couldn't be greener if I tried :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was one I would quite frankly rather forget, let's just pick out the best parts - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pompey drew 2-2 with Leeds which wasn't the worst result, even if we were winning twice. The Fratton park flood lights were not serving their purpose and went off twice during play. Annoying to say the least and afterwards I read somebody had posted on twitter "Do they film 'Take me out' at Fratton park? They had lights going off everywhere." Made me chuckle! No Lighty, No Footy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a curry at the Indian Palace with Jay, Willington and Pete at 6:30. Then we went to see 127 Hours at the cinema. The Curry was okay but the service wasn't great took over 45 minutes for food to come and then the fire alarm went off twice literally piercing my ear drums. The only course of action to combat the fire was to open a side door which let in minus temp air - lovely! I hate to be the one to complain but then I found none other than a BRUSSEL SPROUT in my curry. Really?! First time i've ever encountered one in there, must have been a sale on Christmas veg! Safe to say I will not be going there again in a hurry. Nice bhaji's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Odeon to see 127 Hours, a film that I was pretty excited to see. The hacking arm off with a blunt knife scene wasn't even as bad as some people were making out. I was getting ready to stare elsewhere or to hide my face entirely but coupled together with the rest of the story it was compelling to say the least. Pretty gross when he pulled the tendon out but hey he clearly valued his life enough to actual hack off his arm. In all honestly I don't think I could have done it, but then again he probably thought that too. The worst bit for me was witnessing him drink his own pee. Something nobody wants to see. Bleurgh. I really liked that the actual Aron Ralston was in the film at the end. Such a remarkable story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired all weekend and right now i'm sort of on the verge of falling asleep too ha! Will be eating such delights as jerk chicken at Jay's tonight. Looking forward to it, we haven't had marinated chicken mondays in ages! Hoorah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday, it's pay day, it's the weekend and Dawne and I are going out for drinks with some of her work buddies. Plus! Saturday should be the booking of our  holiday to the US of A! Woohoo! Can't wait to go back and i'm already thinking of NYC for next year. By then there will be two teeny babies in the fam, so excited to meet them! Especially after meeting baby Esmé yesterday. Nat looked really well and Esmé is the cutest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the longest i've held a baby without him/her crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TT12WSHeiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a4PFa7QiHz8/s1600/esme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TT12WSHeiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a4PFa7QiHz8/s320/esme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734839692200258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to lunch at Nando's with Tins and Bec, a nice catch up and then we popped to Nat's to visit her and the beautiful bubba :) Spent the evening at Jay's and then crashed in bed by 9:30! found it difficult to get to sleep though, finally managed it around midnight. *yawn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Monday Blues (Official term!) have been lurking all day, thinking of going to see Millie Dog after work, perhaps take her for a walk if I can get out of here at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4703404944229962756?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4703404944229962756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4703404944229962756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4703404944229962756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4703404944229962756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/green-is-superior.html' title='Green is superior.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TT12WSHeiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a4PFa7QiHz8/s72-c/esme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7286527804783814109</id><published>2011-01-21T10:03:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:04:35.949Z</updated><title type='text'>Cwoffee!</title><content type='html'>I realise I went to New York back in September with the famous Dawne D but as she quite rightly pointed out I never did an exceptional blog about it. Considering it was pretty much the best holiday ever ever EVER I am very ashamed I didn't actually write a masterpiece on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd been looking forward to it for months beforehand and were super excited to be flying Virgin because 1) i'd only ever flown pretty budget except for BA to NYC many moons ago and 2) Dawne had never flown further than Spain or some-ting. D stayed over at mine the night before and we were up at 3:30am to get going! Said goodbye to Mother and my snoring Father and off we went. Was a pretty harmless drive to Heathrow even though it was raining some what, wouldn't be missing this weather! We checked in pretty harmlessly (Is that even a word? It is now.) and headed to find food. We paid about £17 for food which was extortionate but I got over it pretty quickly because I WAS ON HOLIDAY and when you're on holiday you can do crazy shit like spent £17 on breakfast. Eggs on toast and a glass of apple juice. Seems fair don't you think? It was lush to be fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd5042da324caad0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd5042da324caad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8224F364F72AB1B76209EB0523BCEC2236FC1244.7A2EAA11E4571B96E137DCA571D70AE9DEE7C48D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd5042da324caad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdFdjLds44djdMiXrqj9A7qLdk7A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd5042da324caad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8224F364F72AB1B76209EB0523BCEC2236FC1244.7A2EAA11E4571B96E137DCA571D70AE9DEE7C48D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd5042da324caad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdFdjLds44djdMiXrqj9A7qLdk7A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the plane to find a complimentary blanket laid out for us on our seats, an individual TV screen where you could watch over 50 movies, listen to 100's of songs and many TV shows. You could even use a remote to message a person in another seat...if this was economy I seriously would love to know how First Class is! Probably some gold plated seat with champers coming from all angles. There wasn't as much space as i'd have liked but I was so pre-occupied with the service and the movies that I really didn't care that much. The only thing that was bothering me is the lady in front thinking it was okay to ram her seat as far back as she could so I was practically watching TV laying down. Food came and any normal person would resume the upright position but noooo! In the end I waited til she got up and went to the loo and pinged it back in place myself. No harm done. We had an array of treats on the plane, a good meals, a chocolate brownies and then later on a packet of love hearts?! Awesome! I passed the time by watching Kick Ass, Cemetary Junction, half of SATC2 and some Family Guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d405a60b673e888d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd405a60b673e888d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50050ADAB5A9E260254F104B9AFAD141A9AA6EBD.63CFDCB09A3D76DA54FC6D161988A1997E89A929%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd405a60b673e888d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXy-N9r93eUWDigo2jvWZebWGMFk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd405a60b673e888d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50050ADAB5A9E260254F104B9AFAD141A9AA6EBD.63CFDCB09A3D76DA54FC6D161988A1997E89A929%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd405a60b673e888d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXy-N9r93eUWDigo2jvWZebWGMFk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in NYC and joined the long queue to actual get in to the country. We had to provide all 10 finger prints and an picture. Safety first! Real strict about using phones in the airport even though one girl thought it was best to ignore all announcement and carrying on tapping on her blackberry. Really wanted to slap her upside the head alas I refrained. We grabbed our cases, no damage and headed out to the taxi rank. $50 straight fee to get to our hotel. (Well, I say hotel, use that term loosely, more on that later.) I was excited to see the big city, however we boarded the taxi and it became clear that we may not get to actual see the big city because there was a high possibility we could perish in the taxi ride there. Our driver was an absolute maniac and a freakin' rude one at that. After pretty much everybody beeping him the whole way into the city centre I honestly thought for a moment he was just kidnapping us and taking us to a far far away drug house or something. I was relieved when we arrived outside East 73rd and York Ave apartments! We paid him our cash and the boot was open, so I sort of stood there, and decided instead of wasting time i'll just get my mahousive suitcase out myself. So heavy I just dropped it on the pavement at which point he says "If you had given me a tip I would have helped you". Well sorry mate but where I come from you tip a guy for the service, if you haven't yet provided the service how the bleedin' 'eck am I suppose to tip you?! I was fuming so I just legged it across the road with D in tow and then began the task of trying to actually get in the apartment. There was a dodgy phone that we didn't quite know how to use (we're not totally retarded that we don't know how to use a regular phone but this was NOT a regular phone, ok!)Whilst trying to figure out how to get in, we read a sign on the door which said that the building was basically liable to fall down at any moment. Awesome. Some bloke let us in, in the end and we paid our moneys and got the keys. It was conveniently on the 3rd floor of a building with no lifts to I dragged my lump of a suitcase up a spiralesque rickety staircase! We checked out our room, opening all the doors to see what's behind them as you do. Kitchen, Check. Bathroom, Check. Loo, Check. Bedroom, check. Spanish people in other bedroom, Check. WAIT WHAT. Apparently we were sharing our apartment with 2 spanish people. Ola! There was a computer in the kitchen which was handy to facebook mumma and the rest of the crew! It was all going swimmingly until we spotted a sign on the door which said that we were under no circumstance to let anybody in who didn't have a key. Why? Because criminals often pose as police to gain access to your room! Upper East Side, not as good as it's made out to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27d71a51b91f742a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27d71a51b91f742a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A2F976655324AACCEEF6AEA6CD3B8BC72FA5CC9.7418E9E58C99B4E4375E47D6B525B28CFF839DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27d71a51b91f742a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D27t6qY0BCR47uCkMmRF9YEcPaVs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27d71a51b91f742a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A2F976655324AACCEEF6AEA6CD3B8BC72FA5CC9.7418E9E58C99B4E4375E47D6B525B28CFF839DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27d71a51b91f742a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D27t6qY0BCR47uCkMmRF9YEcPaVs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after briefly going a bit insane that we'd either be a)kidnapped b) robbed or c) killed we headed straight out to the sight that is Times Square. Jumped in a cab and we soon realised we had pretty much the coolest driver ever! We heard stories of all the famous people he'd had in his taxi and about all the places he'd been, very interesting and he was very sympathetic about the rude taxi driver we previous encountered! We stood in the middle of Times Square and just sort of stared around having outer body experiences. Didn't quite know what was happening all we knew was we'd left Portsmouth at 5am and now it was 2pm in the afternoon but it was 7pm in England, we're stood in the middle of all these lights, with 1000's of other people going about their daily business. WHAT! Highly confused and not knowing what to do we took comfort in something we both knew - Planet Hollywood. The waiter was very over the top - totally loved it! We both had a pizza which was yum, something tastes better about eating pizza in New York City. After we'd finished there we just roamed around for a bit until we admitted defeat and had to actual sleep. Kept waking up more or less every hour at 4am I decided sod it and had a play on the computer. Went back to sleep about 6 and were ready and waiting to get what most girls love - SHOPPING! Yipppeeee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61bb7dee6138889f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61bb7dee6138889f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D925C4FB5B8609FDB9117FF7EECF4918D6C6385.84D1631367A7E2B0D29A56FBF081D7C0C679F02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61bb7dee6138889f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoX1btPm0BbQimXoQdzX7DrBZrFk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61bb7dee6138889f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D925C4FB5B8609FDB9117FF7EECF4918D6C6385.84D1631367A7E2B0D29A56FBF081D7C0C679F02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61bb7dee6138889f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoX1btPm0BbQimXoQdzX7DrBZrFk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped for a total of NINE HOURS. I honestly do not know how I was standing at the end of it. American Eagle Outfitters is a sweeeeeet shop, loved it! We walked around the 3 story M&amp;amp;M shop and just genuinely went mental with money and buying a load of immense products from various shops that we didn't need! We ate in Bubba Gump Shrimp which was my favourite meal of the whole holiday, so so good! Mischa, our waitress was such a doll, she drew us an ice cream cone on our receipt :) such a lovely lady, the whole BGS experience was amazing and we got to take home our glasses! Sadly Dawns cracked in her suitcase on the way home bad times :( &lt;br /&gt;Every now and then we had to take a pit stop on the Times Square steps. The same steps that Jay Z and Alicia Keys filmed Empire State of Mind! I made the mistake of wearing flip flops which quickly gave me a blister so we embarked on a mission to find new shoes. Found some pretty purple converse which were so nice Dawn decided to purchase her own pair of floral ones! So with our new shoes we headed to the steps for a sit down and a chat. We were rudely interrupted by some foreign people who wants us to take their picture - can't you see we're in the middle of a diary entry!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3870d13d477d37c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03870d13d477d37c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D02814382B4E8B39F54A30CB1DEC5931EC1D744.4AF930DEDD0AA7F073F5AF1A9C1D56ECCDC4F6F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3870d13d477d37c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTEi49Rfxc2haqetL4xXULxcvPUU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03870d13d477d37c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331386458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D02814382B4E8B39F54A30CB1DEC5931EC1D744.4AF930DEDD0AA7F073F5AF1A9C1D56ECCDC4F6F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3870d13d477d37c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTEi49Rfxc2haqetL4xXULxcvPUU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed to Brooklyn Bridge and to get there we took the subway - an experience! Plus we realised getting taxi's everywhere was getting expensive! It is a blood long bridge so we went half way, took some piccys, called a few family members to tell them we were calling from the Brooklyn Bridge for the hell of it and walked back again. We watched some really awful street dancers which wouldn't allow to take pictures unless you paid them. Erm, not that desperate. We then headed to the Staten Island Ferry, at least something that didn't drain us of dollar! Walking down the road, minding our own business and we get what I can only describe as attacked by two people asking us to donate money to them to fund a 'trip' for their school. In all honesty I can think of better things to donate to but to get them off my back I gave them a dollar and was done with it. Caught up with Dawne only to discover she has parted with $20. She didn't know what has happened, I didn't know what had happened all we knew was that now she was in possession of 5 bags of Welch's Grape sweets. Sat in the Staten Island Ferry Terminal we decided we may as well eat them. After eating one we decided they were fruits from Satan so they went in the bin. Needed to cheer D up fast from losing cash and being poisoned so onto the ferry we went! It was a pleasant journey where we saw the lady herself, Statue of Liberty although it was jam packed on there so was hard to get a great view at times. We then went to Ground Zero as it was only round the corner. Had a browse round trinity church and the 9/11 memorial museum. Glad we didn't spent too much time in there, depressing much. So very sad :( We headed back to Times Square after that and had Macdonalds, had to be done! Saw a naked Elderly cowgirl woman trying really badly to cover up her sagging bits with a guitar - hideous! Whilst having a chill out on the red steps we did a video entry but only after we were invaded by a protest march of people demanding that 9/11 was a conspiracy. There was also one guy with some bagpipes which I did not get, but it's NYC seemed pretty normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmBuqoeZMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KfNSkLsgy80/s1600/IMGP0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmBuqoeZMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KfNSkLsgy80/s200/IMGP0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564621453310977218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th September was here and we decided to get up a little later in order to not go home quite as early as we had been doing. My feet were literally shreds! We went to Ground Zero on 10th as we decided the 11th would have been ridiculously busy and we couldn't risk being in the middle of any trouble there may have been. There had been talking of burning a koran or something - best to steer clear of that! Instead we went to 5th Avenue and daydreamed about shopping at Cartier and Gucci and went to The Empire State building. Absolutely stunning views, totally breath taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmCAuQIO0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OiTjAemkZ9E/s1600/IMGP0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmCAuQIO0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OiTjAemkZ9E/s200/IMGP0951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564621763520248642"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of piccys up the ESB and I even had a picture with King Kong. He was much more soft and friendly than the films. We went on to Grand Central Station which without sounding really arty and gay had some beautiful architecture. That good feeling was bought down by a woman on the subway telling me the world was soon to end in may 2011. Way to go woman, you deluded mentalist. We headed to bloomingdales- if I lived there I would call it 'bloomies', as if it were my local alas I do not and cannot, boo. We looked around at all the stuff we couldn't afford, I got hounded by a lady who couldn't believe I didn't know who the lady was who made 'Juicy Couture' stuff. Dawne purchased a 'little Brown Bag' and for some reason could not get it into her brain that they were called this, we had variations of 'Medium Grey bag' and such. By the time we left bloomingdales I could have collapsed but I genuinely think I was numb from the horrific pain in my feet. We walked down to Central Park for a sit down in the glorious sunshine. It was the perfect setting; a man playing acoustic guitar, people around us just relaxing and few little doggies running about. Something lovely about seeing animals running about. There was a lake in front of us and the sky line of the buildings beside us - just stunning. We sat down read the New York Post and soaked up the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmETjVXsiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EuhiDW6Ub7I/s1600/IMGP1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmETjVXsiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EuhiDW6Ub7I/s200/IMGP1000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564624286030213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our chill our in Central Park we crossed over to FAO Schwarz to transformed back into the mind of a child. It is the most incredible toy shop! They had a Chewbacca made out of Lego! Can't get cooler than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmCo-US_BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T66SNaOSzbs/s1600/IMGP1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmCo-US_BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T66SNaOSzbs/s200/IMGP1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564622455027465234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day's highlights were The Rockefeller which we saw at night time and Ellen's Diner where you are literally sung to throughout your meal! Random songs from musicals or whatever sung by people dress up like they're come from the 50's. It was immense to say the least! We digested some greasy american grub and then headed to Times Square to pick up some last min souvenirs. Rockefeller was something else, seeing a similar view to Empire State but at night time with all the lights was incredible. I seriously need to go back to NYC - sooner rather than later! We also ate at Hard Rock Café in our time in NYC, we are such tourists! It was great though and we got to take home our glass again, always welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDIteybSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c-1pE-NYPDE/s1600/IMGP1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDIteybSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c-1pE-NYPDE/s200/IMGP1083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564623000263879970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day was spent in the airport. Since the people who owned the apartments were a bit dodgy and hardly ever in we were worried we'd store our bags with them and they would either a) do a runner or b) not turn up when we wanted to retrieve our bags! So we took the decision to go straight to the airport at around midday. More confirmation came that most NYC taxi drivers are actually nice when the guy jumped straight out to help us with our cases. We tipped him heavily and you've never seen a man so happy, made us feel good! I think we spent a total of around 10 hours in the airport. I got so happy when our names appeared on the board and that we were on the third board out of 6 so must mean we're soon until Dawn crushed my enthusiasm by saying the other 3 boards were for arriving flights so we were in fact at the bottom. Nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDW1nQVPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zAU0409hhAs/s1600/IMGP1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDW1nQVPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zAU0409hhAs/s200/IMGP1126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564623242965046514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how we passed the time but we some how managed it and we were then to say bye to the glory that is NYC. Made our way to the boarding gate only to be sat there for half an hour wondering what the frick is going on. Apparently we were waiting for none other than SAMUEL L JACKSON to get there so he could board first. I suppose it is pretty rad that Sam, (my mate) was on our plane but I went through the emotion when firstly I was excited he walked about a metre away from me, then felt angry we had to wait all that time just so he could get on before anyone else, and then finally filled with worry and fear that there may or may not be SNAKES ON MY PLANE! Ha, ha, ha no? I watched The Runaways on the way home and then tried sleeping, which didn't go well it was very stop and start. So we left at 10pm and it was pitch black. Arriving back in England 7am, bright sunshine. Just got rid of one mind fuck, and now there's a brand new one! Cheers! I have to say though, majorly worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDeYpJ5PI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DxM6dvOT3Es/s1600/IMGP1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmDeYpJ5PI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DxM6dvOT3Es/s200/IMGP1122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564623372627338482"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the best trip with the best person for the job. Loved it, and love my bff. Bring on the festival in June and any other adventures we may encounter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7286527804783814109?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27d71a51b91f742a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3870d13d477d37c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61bb7dee6138889f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d405a60b673e888d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dd5042da324caad0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7286527804783814109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7286527804783814109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7286527804783814109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7286527804783814109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/cwoffee.html' title='Cwoffee!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TTmBuqoeZMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KfNSkLsgy80/s72-c/IMGP0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7765518467948036839</id><published>2011-01-17T10:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:33:32.565Z</updated><title type='text'>London's Burning</title><content type='html'>On the downside the weekend is over and i've got the Monday blues. On the upside, the weekend was probably one of the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a half day on Friday, and at 18:04 we were on the train to London. (Damo, Cags, me and Jayboy). Met everyone at the Travelodge Waterloo and the evening began. We travelled to Shepherds Bush to the Sufi Persian Restaurant, it was amazing! Our journey there was not so amazing - huge weirdo rasta spouting utter gubbins at the very nice lady sat next to us on the bus saying things like "You sound like a young lady but you look like a old lady", "You have very soft hands" and "Is that your girlfriend, waheeeyyy!!" to the man opposite made for a very uncomfortable journey. Only in London, aye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Sufi, a small but busy restaurant. Dad had to have the obligatory Salad Oliveh which wasn't quite like Shirins but we made do - it was lovely all the same! We had a selection of starters and some freshly baked flatbread, sooooo good having only eaten a bag of frazzles all day. Then we just simply had the 'Sufi for 6' Caroline with her veggie whatsit and Abby has the well done Lamb so's not to upset the baby :)I can only describe it as a massive plate of MEAT. The rice was lush, the meat was lush, all in all very lush. Adam had a quality photo with 'Adam's Café', naturally and then we made our way home. We were all soooooo tired and I was asleep within minutes on a surprisingly comfy bed. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we started our day by going to EAT. on Southbank. A quick brekkie stop, a place which i'd been to before for lunch when i'd been at IBM Southbank. I will always remember it for Kevin Walkers 'Salty Dog' crisps. Jay had as he describes 'The best chocolate milk ever' so this made his morning. We then hit the IMAX cinema to watch Tron. It was nothing short of incredible. I really really REALLY enjoyed it and so did Mum, who said several times she can't believe she enjoyed it as it's not really her sort of film. It's made me want to dress up as Tron for fancy dress with a funny disc on my back if nothing else. Although to be honest it's also made me day dream about how cool it would be to pull out some sort of stick to make it into a motorcycle of sorts. What a great way to get around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after Tron we went up the OXO Tower and had drinks! Bumped into Sarah Way, who isn't 'Way' anymore but I don't actually know her married name....oopsy. So we had a drink with them which was lovely. Dad was adamant the tower was moving but I literally think he's just made that up in his head. We stayed up there for around an hour and then headed over to Soho to Revolution! Free cocktails all round and then 2 for 1! It was wicked except for the girl chucking up in the loo next to me. It was 6PM lady, pull yourself together! I felt mega uncomfy walking to the Spaghetti house after that :/ Got there safely though and had another immense meal. Calamari, followed by Gamberini which sounds like a dodgy footballer however, it was actually some linguine tiger prawn goodness with chilli and garlic. Hmm Mm! We popped into the Porter House in Covent Garden just after spag house and it was the busiest place ever in the world. Never felt so claustrophobic in my life. There was a cool band playing but we left at about 11:30, the girls were tired, and let's face it I was knackered! We hadn't been back to the hotel all day so I wanted to jump in the shower when we got back. A shower, a cuddle and some TV was all I was askin', but nooooo some pyro queen had to set fire to Room 208 and do a runner aye!! I'm in a towel, wet hair and the alarm starts going off. Exactly like the alarm in AGA's student halls - not something I wished to be reminded of! Alarm was intermittent so I poked my head of wet hair out of the door to see a very sleepy lady doing the same thing 2 doors down. We were all thinking the same, "Get this alarm off and let us sleep" (Or at least watch MOTD). Little did we know there was an actual fire! Lesson learnt there, never assume it's not a fire! I suppose we should have gathered that when we realised it was 1am. I chucked on a pair of jeans, shirt and a cardi. Won't bother putting a bra on, naaa we won't be out there THAT long. ONLY A SODDING HOUR! Dad stupidly didn't put any shoes on, we got outside and the full blown fire brigade are there with hoses and fire proof jackets all ready to fight the beasty fire. Damien joked that he'd set the fire off with his monopoly Iron, he actually has the offending article in his pocket, naughty! The scene was about 100 odd people stood on Waterloo Road in dressing gowns and pajamas. Dad was complaining of hypothermia or some other issue that was never going to materialise, so they pulled over a 453 bus which was not in service so we could all sit on it for warmth and semi-comfort. After a long old wait we were finally let back in and managed to get to sleep about 2:30, apparently the alarm went off again around 4am for somebody smoking in their room? Lucky for them I was in a coma so did not get out of bed to burn their eyes out with the offending stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that eventful night, we left the hotel at 10:45 on Sunday and went to 'The Table' for brunch. It was dead posh and the menu looked amazing - but sadly I think I chose the wrong thing on the menu :( Bad times. All the same is was a lovely place and I would definitely go back! Jay and I had to be back by 6 for Willingtons birthday celebrations at Frankie and Benny's and bowling but before this we all went to the Science Museum which was most interesting. My favourite section was the Human Body which had a machine which made me 'Very male' by taking a picture and tweeking certain aspects of my face - hideous! We left at 4ish and arrived home safely at 5:30 - speedy! Had a lovely sleep on the way home to recharge my batteries and off we went out at 6. F&amp;B's was delish, Calamari (again), BBQ Ribs and a Cinnamon Waffle - tasty!  I've always been a bit hit and miss at bowling but I managed to win the first game with 127 points and trail behind in 3rd on the second game with 90. My finger is feeling poorly today, I am definitely not throwing it right, owie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I love the family so much and it was a joy to be away with them all, never fail for a good time! Here's to all the other times to be had with the little babies included :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7765518467948036839?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7765518467948036839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7765518467948036839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7765518467948036839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7765518467948036839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/londons-burning.html' title='London&apos;s Burning'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-857261790999662704</id><published>2011-01-14T10:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:17:21.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Z80, Currys and a load of crap</title><content type='html'>It's only bloody Friday and that can only mean one thing; London with the fam! Probably the last chance we'll all get to be away together before the little babies come. I'm excited for IMAX! Never been before and hopefully Tron is epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights i've been home alone! Although had company for the majority of it. Dawne D Dawn (New name) came over on Wednesday night and we took a trip to Sainsburys to purchase dinner. We ended up making fajitas, they were scrummy! Old El Paso crispy chicken fajitas, they must be new as I have never seen these badboys on the shelf before. I discovered Vampire diaries on Wednesday after flicking through TV Choice on Virgin, so now it's taken over my life and i've watched 13 episodes in 2 days at 45 minutes each....there has not been much sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love sky in all it's glory even though i'd never actually had it and I always felt really naff that we'd been stuck with Virgin/NTL or whatever. It has however up'd it's game significantly! I would definitely go so far as to say Virgin is actually better than sky. Not only can you record programmes (as you do on Sky) but it has TV On Demand where it will record stuff it thinks you'll like, it also has TV Choice, which just has a complete A-Z of various series to be watched for free at your own time. Sky do not have this, Sky Anytime is a poor excuse for TV Choice. All hail Virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half day today in which I will be packing my last bits for London and getting a hair chop. So happy they managed to fit me in very short notice. Wahoo! :) Not really looking forward to the Train journey as it'll be freakin' choc a block with all the London busy bodies coming home from work. Not really looking forward to dropping millie dog off at Nanny's either cos I hate to leave her :( She slept on me for like 3 straight hours the other day and when I tried to pick her up she was so sleepy she was like a dead weight. She is the very very cutest! I love her more than some of the actual humans I know, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Fujifilm Finepix Z80 camera came on Wednesday which was I VERY excited about. It has been a long a tiring struggle with Currys who are without doubt the most useless electrical company ever in the world. Here's the story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010 I bought a Pentax Optio H90 which was awesome, proper retro looking with a 5X optical zoom, i'm no camera expert but I liked this! Along with the camera I purchase a 3 year 'Instant Replacement' guarantee. Whilst on holiday in Turkey a few of the pixel's in the screen went funny so when I got home I took it back to Currys Digital and as they didn't sell them in that store they kindly rang up the airport store and asked them to send it down via courier. A little inconvenience but I came back 3 days later to pick it up. Sooooo, a few weeks later I turn it on to take some piccys and discover the exact same thing has happened, same pixels, same place, gone. So back I go to the shop to say "hey! mister, this camera has the same issue, please help!" I am now informed that they no longer sell this camera and I would have to pick a different one....so basically I have no idea what i'm looking at so they said I can go away, do some research and bring back the broken camera whenever I want to change it, after all I do have 3 years! I left it for around 4 months, took it back to Currys on Jan 2nd and found the gorgeous Finepix Z80! I go to exchange it but am informed that they don't actually have it in stock, bummer. I enquire as to when it will be back in stock and the answer I get is "We will get it back in stock but I don't know when" Employee of the year 2011. YEAH! Basically I was then forced to get my Dad involved (The dad of all dads) who picked me up last friday and we went straight to Currys. After me calling up Currys and asking them to send a camera from Eastleigh to Portsmouth apparently they don't do this anymore!? 'Not in our policy' is another thing i've heard. So anyway, we discover we can take it back in PC World as it's the same company, lightbulb goes on and since me and Jay were going to Chichester the next say for a meal and some shopping I got online and reserved the camera. Went into PC World just to check they had it reserved in Chichester, all was well on their system, hurrah I would finally have this broke one replaced with this perfect purple beast! The next morning I get a call at 9:45 "Hi i'm so and so from PC World Chichester, just calling ot tell you that unfortunately we don't have this camera in stock, must have been a system error" A SYSTEM ERROR. I am beyond fuming, so my Dad goes mental yet again and we are now demanding our money back. After a huge debacle at the Currys shop we got the money back but now I don't have a warranty...Dad assures me he is sorting this with a strongly worded letter to Currys. Watch this space! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also offered to pay Dad's petrol money if he drove to Southampton and picked it up - er no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered it online and now I am the proud owner of this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:qBdBUFckWn3lHM:http://thinkdeal.net/images/pix/l_08060805.jpg&amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 211px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:qBdBUFckWn3lHM:http://thinkdeal.net/images/pix/l_08060805.jpg&amp;t=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a good weekend with a few snappy snaps! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-857261790999662704?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/857261790999662704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=857261790999662704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/857261790999662704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/857261790999662704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/z80-currys-and-load-of-crap.html' title='Z80, Currys and a load of crap'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8109545511779912729</id><published>2011-01-11T09:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:14:44.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Surfin' USA</title><content type='html'>I have often thought about moving over to wordpress or tumblr. I mean, I have a tumblr but it's really very empty and i'm just not feeling it. Blogspot is a little dead but then can I really leave after 3 years of typing crap? I think no is the answer. I shall unite alone with me, myself and I on this very blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's sorted - I feel we must move on to the very pressing matter that is the tin of roses sitting next to my bed. It's as if they're there to taunt me. Whilst I am a fan of chocolate who's idea was it to put a whole tin of roses into my very capable of eating chocolate hands? Will the diet ever start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit guilty that I haven't really been to help Jay decorate his new house although I have mixed feelings on whether I should help or not. Imagine if I don't ever get to live there? I don't give to receive but still, all that hard work for nadda! That is probably one of the most selfish things i've ever said. Oh well, get over it. I am perfectly happy to help as long as it's not painting of scraping floors. I painted Zoey's room which I thought would be the most fun ever, turns out it was the least fun ever. I'll be quite happy to plug a kettle in when the time comes, that seems like a reasonable effort. Of course I am only half joking. (:/) If my help is required just call on me Jayboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's London this weekend with the fam, very excited for Tron at the Imax, sceptical for The Sufi Restaurant ('London's answer to Shirins') and doubley excited for the spaghetti house restaurant, woo! Hoping to fit some shopping in again too! How could I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying very very hard to book a holiday to Florida, i'm bursting at the moment with the thought of Harry Potter world - Me? Sad? Never! I want to fly with virgin as they are oh so awesome, but do not like the hefty price tag :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be gone, bring on the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8109545511779912729?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8109545511779912729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8109545511779912729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8109545511779912729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8109545511779912729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/surfin-usa.html' title='Surfin&apos; USA'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6978256545918458126</id><published>2011-01-06T12:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:53:13.311Z</updated><title type='text'>The big 2011</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR and all that gubbins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year was shoddy, really very shoddy. NYE I woke up feeling a little nauseous, it carried on throughout the day and I wretched so many times in the end I actually wanted something to come up alas having eaten nothing, nothing did. Felt rough as nuts all day NYE - managed to make it to Abby's as she was having a party. Stayed for about an hour, ate a slice of melba toast or two but then had to leave cos I really thought I was gonna hurl. Coupled with the dreaded D, I was not feeling great. Went back to Jays, and was asleep by 11. Jay prodded me at midnight to say Happy New Year but I really wasn't with it and don't really remember it happening to be honest, he says it did though so I believe him...just! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt rough all Saturday, Pompey got thrashed at Watford and Greg Halford got sent off. Bad day all round. Sunday I thought I was beginning to feel better however, half way round PC World started to feel dodgy again and had to have a 'sit down' like I had dodgy 80 year old hips or something. (I don't, thank God, yet.) I had eaten 1 crumpet all day and now didn't feel like anything again so basically my last properly meal had been Thursday night and it was stew! Whilst it's a good meal and it's not THAT bad i'm not particularly fond of it and for this to be my last memory of food was not making me happy. Sunday night in bed I felt like I was on a different planet, couldn't even talk properly I actually started to think there was something seriously wrong with me other than just a normal sickness bug. Monday progressed and I managed to go to football (Which was a waste of time, Hull, you bastards) and eat 2 slices of toast and half a marmite sandwich. If you're still reading after the depression that is the first two sections of this blog then you'll be pleased to know Jay and I went to Harvester on Tuesday to celebrate the fact I could eat again (hurrah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though New Year was crap, Christmas was actually really fab. Such a great time with the family and Jayboy. Spent Christmas Day at Abbys, after going to Jays to exchange our gifts. I got some rad presents, too many to mention (lucky me!) the best one of all though was a weekend away in London with the family next weekend! Sooooo excited. We're going to see Tron at the Imax and out for a couple of meals. Should be great! Plus I ordered new boots yesterday...yay! Love new things :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i'd like you all to meet Baby Shawyer - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TSW2bBXI4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/4R07AmlCF3Y/s1600/Shawyerbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TSW2bBXI4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/4R07AmlCF3Y/s200/Shawyerbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559049890396954674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a baby Shawyer and a baby Bowley - Double Auntie Emily, yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by babies in June :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Nandos and the movies with Dawn which couldn't have been more ridiculous if it tried. I queued up in Nando's to get the food, Dawn got the sauce and resumed her position at the table. I came back having ordered and she says "You may realise we only have 1 sauce", automatically I think somebody has taken it away, cos it was busy and there may not have been enough to go round. Then I realise there is a massive cone next to our table saying 'Caution wet floor'. Couldn't believe i'd missed her sitting by herself, knocking a glass bottle on the floor, nandos sauce all over the place. Brilliant. Well, it was brilliant until we got into the cinema and I ripped a 5 pound note in half. Standing by the ice cream waiting for my Ben and Jerrys I decide to pipe up and tell Dawn about how at Christmas, Jay has ripped a card open but ripped it sideways and ripped the £20 note in half. Me, thinking i'm clever and demonstrating with the fiver in my hand ACTUAL rip it in half. I really have no idea what I was thinking but the cashier was literally just standing there looking at me as if I was some retard. Which, in all fairness was correct at that precise moment. Dawn was just in absolute stitches whilst I stood there with two halves of a fiver. I gave it to the cashier in the hope she has cello tape. Luckily she excepted my poor excuse for money. On the plus side, the film was great (Love &amp; Other Drugs) and Nandos was tasty as always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to Saturday. Jay and I are training it to Chichester for a look round the shops, some pub stop offs and a meal at Smith &amp; Western (Which looks amazing! Never been there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the weekend :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6978256545918458126?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6978256545918458126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6978256545918458126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6978256545918458126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6978256545918458126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-2011.html' title='The big 2011'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TSW2bBXI4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/4R07AmlCF3Y/s72-c/Shawyerbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7765251800161118656</id><published>2010-12-15T09:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:52:30.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Em</title><content type='html'>So the big announcement is that I AM GONNA BE AN AUNTIE! The coolest Auntie EVER may I add. Totally loving it!! There's gonna be a little baby Bowley, cannot wait! Been waiting friggin' 12 weeks to tell the world - finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs817.snc4/69698_470920061393_596531393_6326370_4939630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs817.snc4/69698_470920061393_596531393_6326370_4939630_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a weird week other than that, IBS is back to torment me and i've generally been feeling weird. Weird probably equals IBS. Ugh it's been actual soul destroying and the sad thing is that isn't even an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is next week and I still haven't finished my Christmas shopping, mostly because i've run out of money. Uh ohs. I need to finish wrapping the gifts I do have today, I never realised how much I actual hate wrapping. Plus i'm really bad at it. I should really take on board Smithy's Fold and Scrunch idea of tin foil. What a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actual frozen and I feel like my fingers are going to drop off so i'm cutting this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie dog is here, laying on my bed - she's such a beaut, I love her! We will be going on a big walk later :) Caaaaaaaio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7765251800161118656?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7765251800161118656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7765251800161118656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7765251800161118656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7765251800161118656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/auntie-em.html' title='Auntie Em'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-9154659759653886122</id><published>2010-11-22T13:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:36:23.143Z</updated><title type='text'>LAD</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure it's not right for the trueLAD website (www.truelad.com) to be helping me through the day. However, it is some of the best reading i've done in a long time. Comedy + an insight into what the average LAD does on a night out/in general life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to learn that the one I call Paul Wiseall may be dropping by at some stage next week for his birthday fun - how exciting! Haven't seen him since feb so will be cool beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon are banging out some amazing deals for 'black friday week'. Could have bought Harry Potter 1 - 6 on Blu-ray if it wasn't for the fact it sold out within a nano second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Marinated Chicken Monday! Favourite evening of the week (aside from the standard weekends) This follows on from a pretty cool weekend. Friday night I went for Curry &amp; Wine with Dawne and Tracey, I have to say considering I was in Gospit the curry was actually very VERY good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey had the obligatory Tarka Dhal (Spelling?!)with some curry i'd never heard of. (I am cultured, or at least I like to think I am but seriously did not know what this was...) I had a Biriyani, Dawne had standard Chicken Tikka (not a fan of curry but comes along for the laugh) onion bhajis and Naaaaaan. Made for a good evening and I stayed at Dawne's. Her house is like the ice age except without the funny squirrel thing and the friendly mammoth. However, She is not to blame for this as her house is without heating. Lucky there were two of us in the room and I was rather toasty all night, that is until I got up for the loo and could barely move from actual frostbite. (Slight exaggeration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the return of Kev Smith's birthday and that meant only one thing - fancy dress. The theme was clowns but for some unknown reason I was roped in to go as Wagner from X Factor by my entire family. Probably the most uncomfortable fancy dress ever. Not only did I look like a man, but I literally looked exactly like my dad. Drinking pints was the worst idea ever. The night itself was actually fun though and we witness Kev proposing to Sarah which was just beautiful even if they were dressed as clown ans he resembled Krusty. I love a proposal, very happy for them! Jay and I left with Damo and Cags about 12:30, woke up with a hangover but nothing a Chairmakers Carvery couldn't sort out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched X Factor and laughed at Wagner's attempt to be Wagner (I thought ours was better) Got dressed and ready for Jay to take me for lunch. We decided on a countryside destination which was The Chairmakers. Never been there before but heard good things and the Carvery was MASSIVE. Three MEATS! I would be interested to know if anybody has ever made a fool out of themselves whilst queuing for carvery? No? Some how I managed this when I was "I'll have Beef and Gammon" "Erm, i'm afraid that's lamb, madam". Okay 1. HOW RUDE. I mean I know my eye sight temporarily deceived me (I put this down to hangover) but no need to speak to me like i'm three. 2. MADAM? I beg your pardon young man. He was about 16, and I am not madam. I suppose it's better than MAM, I may have slapped him had this been the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that fun and games I now find myself here. Going back to the top I leave you with a few of my favourite LAD quotes from truelad.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shopping with the gf(8/10 so underthethumbLAD) and we are in river island for easily an hour as ahe trys things on. Another lad hes in the same position and has been waiting at the fitting room as long as me. Start talking and within 2 mins we head for a pint while they try clothes on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RandomLADgoodideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Walking through the town centre the other day and see a photo shoot for a local college's prospectus, seeing as they didn't seem like they were paying attention to who they were taking pictures of i decided to get in on the action. me and the LADs then decided to see how many different college prospectuses we could get in. There are 18 schools within reasonable walking distance of my house and i am now in 7 prospectuses, 3 of which i'm on the front cover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anywhereandeverywhereLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just sitting in the conservatory with heaphones on, Dad knocks on glass and I turn round to see his bare arse pressed up against the glass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hairyarseDadLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I still have a perfectly round snowball i made last year in my freezer. Waiting for the perfect moment to use it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;notwastingperfectionLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;People say that holding a new born baby is the best feeling in the world. They've obviously never bitten into a Kit Kat only to find that its solid chocolate inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BestEverFeelingLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wallace refering to gromit all these years as a LAD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crackingjobLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-9154659759653886122?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9154659759653886122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=9154659759653886122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9154659759653886122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9154659759653886122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/lad.html' title='LAD'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6594377537451957700</id><published>2010-11-17T11:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:02:07.401Z</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of EG in the MO</title><content type='html'>I just pretty much had the best ham sandwich ever. Just Ham and Mayo, nothing more, nothing less - IT WAS SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's out the way and I break the glorious news that I got an IOW Festival ticket today! Thanks to Dawne, yippee! KOL are headlining on the Friday night - I can safely say this will make my life. I almost cannot contain myself! FINALLY, I will get to see them. I have waited long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that marvy news is out the way I better fill in on what i've been up to. Mostly spending time with Jayboy, went to Southampton at the weekend for Vicster's b-day. It was alright, lovely to see some people. Can't say the hotel was up to much but it did point me in the direction of some pretty funny Aussies/Kiwi's. I think one was called Nathan and the other was called Cohen (Yeah, I asked him if that was a real name, apparently it is..) Didn't get to sleep till 4am, woke up again at 8:30am got ready and drove home - oh yes this brings me onto my other news! I GOT A NEW CAR! Finally, the poor 205 had to go but now I am the proud owner of a 2002 British Racing Green Mini ONE. Hell yeeeahh! It's gorgeous and I just love love love driving it around! The Green Machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to a fancy dress party as Wagner, I do hope people get it because if they don't it'll just be embarrassing and nobody wants that. Friday it's curry nght with TB and Dawne - since everybody else dropped out we've gone for a low key event in Gosport - yeah GOSPORT! It's not THAT bad, or at least that is what I tell myself. ON a better note, we will have immense fun and on the plus side this Indian we're going to has literally the best reviews for a restaurant i've ever seen! One guy said he's been going there since he was 8, he's now 36. Now THAT, is devotion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday - half way through the week, bring on the weekend! XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6594377537451957700?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6594377537451957700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6594377537451957700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6594377537451957700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6594377537451957700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/adventures-of-eg-in-mo.html' title='The Adventures of EG in the MO'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4187131252098747057</id><published>2010-10-18T10:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:46:56.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingfisher</title><content type='html'>Last night was frickin' awesome! 4th time of seeing Stereophonics, 4th time AND BEST! Oh yes! It was fanfuckingtastic. I'm still feeling like i'm there singing along. Gaaaaaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order they played - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Trees&lt;br /&gt;Last of the Big Time Drinkers&lt;br /&gt;Billy Davies Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Looks Like Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;More Life in a Tramps Vest&lt;br /&gt;Too Many Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Same Size Feet&lt;br /&gt;Traffic&lt;br /&gt;Not Up To You&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Check My Eyelids for Holes&lt;br /&gt;Local Boy in the Photograph&lt;br /&gt;+ ALL B SIDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had TWO oncors. Only Stereophonics could get away with TWO oncors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second oncor they played Wouldn't believe your radio, Pick a part that's new, Just Looking, Maybe Tomorrow, Have a Nice Day and then he simply said "10 minutes left, 2 songs, Dakota and Bartender.". DONE AND DONE. Best night of my life. Absolutely blew me away. Was only suppose to be a gig devoted to the first album - they actually ended up saying "We're just making this up as we go along, Wouldn't believe your radio?" YES PLEASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off managed to get a lift off Steve home. Beats the Train! I will remember last night for the rest of my living days for many reasons. It was my teens all rolled up into a 2 hour long set. Bloody brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a trip to Asda at lunch to purchase new King of Leon Album - who says Mondays are shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4187131252098747057?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4187131252098747057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4187131252098747057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4187131252098747057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4187131252098747057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/kingfisher.html' title='Kingfisher'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1015899156925836718</id><published>2010-10-15T11:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:19:36.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yop and such</title><content type='html'>So i'm making Enchiladas tonight. Let's hope it goes well or i'm in danger that Dawn will never speak to me again - uh oh! Starting Greys Season 5 with her tonight, yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a re-read moment last night whilst trying to find a bit of info I KNEW I had written here in 2007 (I am finding all kinds of purposes for this blog, yay!) anyway; in searching for such info I realised my older posts are undoubtedly more interesting then the most recent. This needs to be rectified immediately. Slight problem though - not sure if anything i'm doing right now is THAT interesting. Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to see Stereophonics which will be rather aces, next weekend I am going to a party on the Saturday night with Jay to meet a load of people i've never met and next Sunday I am going to Thorpe Park for Fright Night. I'm really glad my Mum is coming! She'll think i'm mental because the last time we went to a theme park together I held the bags on every ride. I've changed! Week after that i'm off to IOW for Calum's birthday. I really hope Jay enjoys himself, always get a bit worried about him :/ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are playing footy well I say we, I mean Portsmouth FC (or what is left of it) will we win? Only time will tell.  Must must MUST stop in to see my Grandparents before the match. Wonder if Jayboy will be attending with me? Probs not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17...... this day is officially dragging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I am very jealous of Charlotte and Harriet who are currently living it up in New Zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1015899156925836718?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1015899156925836718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1015899156925836718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1015899156925836718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1015899156925836718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/yop-and-such.html' title='Yop and such'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6427120212672156893</id><published>2010-10-08T11:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:29:20.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Birds and Such</title><content type='html'>Today is bad. Very very bad. I thought last night was bad but today is a whole other story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent time in my room alone, watching re runs of inbetweeners and Hugh's River Cottage wotsit (Which I actually love, I just don't know the name of it...). Although I do not believe for one second that he convinced a guy that celery was nice - CELERY IS THE DEVIL. I bet it's even worse mixed with Oranges. Ew. However Carrots and Cumin, mmm yum! Skip the orange, why people feel the need to add sweet sugary juice to lush savoury carrots is beyond me. Forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was started by some random men laughing at me in the car park - if you're going to leave your car in the middle of the car park then I am going to take a free space. Apparently it was his - well snooze you lose fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top comment was perhaps a slight exaggeration. Tonight is going to be good - Boyfriend, curry, TV, Films. This will be good. Good, good good. I wish boys did think a little bit more, I suppose it's because their brains are so tiny they're just not capable or some things. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is Sterephonics doing Word Gets Around - YES. This is the most exciting thing I will go to this year. FACT. I have loved them since I was small, to hear the entirety of their first album will be legendary - LEGENDARY! Cannot wait, i'm bursting with excitement. Week after that we're off to Thorpe Park Fright Night which is always fun, fun/scary, whatever. The week after THAT we're going to Isle Of Wight for Callums party - fun times! Yay! November will be decidedly quiet since i'm going to have to start buying Christmas presents. It's so close, where the hell has this year gone? :/ So much has happened though, it's been a great year in general. The next few months are going to be hard but i'm pretty much strong as the strongest man on earth so it's fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the world of iPhone 4 t'other week. I have to say it's a grand piece of science. Not sure if I can call it science but i'm going to anyway. Angry birds has already taken over my life although I have found the strength to walk away (and look on you tube for how to do it..) when i'm stuck. (See upper strong comment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to town to treat myself because I CAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6427120212672156893?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6427120212672156893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6427120212672156893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6427120212672156893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6427120212672156893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/10/angry-birds-and-such.html' title='Angry Birds and Such'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8319686613565607274</id><published>2010-09-22T12:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:44:32.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Two</title><content type='html'>You can be the peanut butter to my jelly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the captain and I can be your first mate&lt;br /&gt;You can be the chills that I feel on our first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the hero and I can be your side kick&lt;br /&gt;You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split&lt;br /&gt;You can be the rain from the cloud when it's storming&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be the sun when it shines in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Without you cause you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And in time I know that we'll both see&lt;br /&gt;That we're all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me &lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you &lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us &lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the prince and I can be your princess&lt;br /&gt;You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist&lt;br /&gt;You can be the shoes and I can be the laces&lt;br /&gt;You can be the heart that I spill on the pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser&lt;br /&gt;You can be the pencil and I can be the paper&lt;br /&gt;You can be as cold as the winter weather&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We're the perfect two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8319686613565607274?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8319686613565607274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8319686613565607274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8319686613565607274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8319686613565607274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-two.html' title='The Perfect Two'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8577304759702005012</id><published>2010-09-20T15:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:23:48.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Jungle</title><content type='html'>NEW YORK was AMAZING. It's in capitals, deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it made me the tiredededest EVER, I had the most incredible time. We did all the general sight seeing and SHOPPING. Oh the shopping was radical! Felt like a tiny fish in the biggest ocean but it was a fab feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square was insane, even more insane than I remembered it. I've learnt the Upper East Side isn't all posh and whatnot. Infact some part are quite ghetto - ahem 73rd and York ave! Is it normal for criminals to pose as police in order to commit crimes against residents? Not sticking around to find out! 5 nights was enough there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn got mugged off by some 'charity' people. I say charity loosely as they were collecting so their high school basketball team could go on holiday to Florida....not really the kinda of charity I want to be giving to. They managed to squeeze a dollar out of me but it the jackpot with Dawn at $20. Mental. We got over it by our trip on the Staten Island Ferry which was great! Bloody busy but great all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came accross some proper rude people and some seriously nice folk. i.e Charlie our second taxi driver with his tales of being a new york city cab driver, and Micha, our lovely waitress in Bubba Gump Shrimp! Best restaurant ever ever ever! Can't wait to go back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say my feet have never been so sore from walking. Literally would collapse into bed every night! Totally worth it though, the best way to see everything. We did Rockafeller Center at night and the Empire State Building in the day - both incredible. The views were indescribable. I have pics on Facebook but for your viewing pleasure here is the contrast - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TJdtg_MMskI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9ccCMIH-NMc/s1600/IMGP0942_860x645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TJdtg_MMskI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9ccCMIH-NMc/s200/IMGP0942_860x645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519000281851671106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TJdtvc9LkqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qeYc3lVnLuk/s1600/IMGP1079_860x645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TJdtvc9LkqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qeYc3lVnLuk/s200/IMGP1079_860x645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519000530359915170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly amazing. I couldn't ever imagine living there, I couldn't keep up! The way of life is so busy, and they tip using notes! Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up our stuff after our trip of a life time and headed to the airport (a full 10 hours before our flight....insane) however we did catch a glimpse of none other than Samuel L Jackson on our flight home! "Get these Motherfuckin' snakes of this Motherfuckin' plane!" Bahahaha, seriously wanted him to re-enact a scene or something! Except obvs without actual real snakes. Eesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, great holiday and I will definitely be going back! One of my favourite places in the world for sure. Next Stops Vegas and Florida! Yessssssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8577304759702005012?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8577304759702005012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8577304759702005012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8577304759702005012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8577304759702005012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/concrete-jungle.html' title='Concrete Jungle'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/TJdtg_MMskI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9ccCMIH-NMc/s72-c/IMGP0942_860x645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5073923642652253702</id><published>2010-09-06T10:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:34:24.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I left my heart in NYC</title><content type='html'>Neeeeeeeeeeeeeew Yoooooooork. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes indeedy, 2 more days at work (including today) and then i'm jetting off to the big apple. Excited like never before! Nervous cos I haven't been away from Jay for this long in the whole 7 months we've been together buuuuuuut, once i'm on my way i'm hoping i'll be okay! Yeah yeah, i'm a love sick puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was pretty cool, I got a new piercing. Astounded at how painless it was. Pretty much hurts now though, bummer. Sleeping is a serious issue on my left side. I really should have thought this through since I really like sleeping on that side. Infact, I sleep on a variety of sides, back. Never front, which is odd because I used to sleep on my front when I was little a lot. I find watching people sleep quite fascinating (In all ways other than creepy...). Jay sleeps hugging the pillow  or on his back. For the life of me I can't work out why he used to snore like an elephant when we first got together, but now he seems to have stopped almost entirely. Maybe he was just testing me! Teehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on a treasure hunt yesterday, which to be fair was a total rip off. There wasn't even any treasure. I was expecting cold coins and diamond bracelets. On the other hand I didn't pay anything so I can't really complain. Safe to say it was fun for the first two hours but the last 3 weren't great. That's 3 hours i'll never get back. Onwards and upwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight i'm baking and seeing Becca, tomorrow i'll be savouring my time with Jayboy before my 6 days in NYC. I will miss him dearly, he is my little pea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is being slowish, although i'll be damned - it's 11:30. Almost lunch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about buying some new headphones at the airport. Our time will be spend browsing the shops and eating brekkie! Gutted we're not flying from T5 or T1 since those terminals have a giraffe in them! Grrr, annoying! Whetherspoon will probably be our option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffet at work tomorrow! Excellent excuse for not bringing any lunch. Wooppee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5073923642652253702?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5073923642652253702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5073923642652253702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5073923642652253702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5073923642652253702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-left-my-heart-in-nyc.html' title='I left my heart in NYC'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7737716460510047933</id><published>2010-08-17T12:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:21:56.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With very VERY tired eyes</title><content type='html'>I am seriously tired all the time. I could probably sleep continuously for 24 hours if it wasn't for the thing we call an Alarm Clock. Or in my case - iPod Touch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I currently feel like i'm having an out of body experience - I am THAT tired. I am going to go home and crawl into bed, Whymark will have to find his own way in and make his own dinner. This is decided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. Zzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7737716460510047933?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7737716460510047933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7737716460510047933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7737716460510047933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7737716460510047933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-very-very-tired-eyes.html' title='With very VERY tired eyes'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5809192888255270137</id><published>2010-08-09T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:23:26.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Pepper rules my life</title><content type='html'>Will somebody please tell me how to stop these Chinese morons commenting on my blog?? Gaaaad, bugger off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a hundred million times better than last week, at one stage I wasn't sure what the hell was happening and whether or not breathing was still a possibility alas, breathing is restored it's normality and everything is marvy once again. Now that is sorted, moving on to the more pressing matter of the Portsmouth Football season. Seriously, seriously bad times. I'm not sure how Saturday is going to go given this Saturday was a total shambles. Not good man :( But hey, what are you suppose to do with a 13 man squad? Bugger all, clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay's birthday is in 2 weeks - brilliant, i've got him some pretty rad gifts! He is gonna be totally made up with every single gift. I'm more excited about his birthday than he is! Hahaha. I wish it was my birthday again! Although without the getting older part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was overall very good, probably one of the best in the recent weeks. On friday Jay and I got some take-away and watched TV, (general friday night laziness but goodness), Saturday I went shopping with D, bought some nice things for NYC (which BTW is only 29 days away!) and then got home and napped til 7pm! I'm not sure you can call that a nap more like an actual full blown sleep. I began to put the bath on to get all cosy for bed as I thought I was in for a lonely night however during the bath running and the tidying I get a call from my Dad asking me to pick them up from Copnor and go to Waterlooville - we ended up going to see Jay's Dads band at The Heroes and it was a really good night! Sunday was the laziest although I turned into Delia Smith for a small portion of the afternoon and cooked a roast for us. We then played some N+ on the Xbox and watched 'Last House on the Left'. Pretty fucking disgusting if I do say so. At some stages we thought "seriously, what are we watching?" wasn't a totally awful film in the end but it was gross. Hand in the waste disposal....ewwww!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is new blood at work - yessssss. We haven't had anybody new in yearsss! I'm too excited about this. Her name is Josie and so far she seems very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5809192888255270137?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5809192888255270137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5809192888255270137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5809192888255270137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5809192888255270137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/dr-pepper-rules-my-life.html' title='Dr Pepper rules my life'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4140047823303310974</id><published>2010-08-05T10:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:25:09.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's simply love</title><content type='html'>I'm in Limbo, I had probably the worst sleep I can ever remember having last night and I generally feel bloody awful :( I have that anxiety/worry feeling in my stomach. Trying to drift off to sleep last night wasn't easy and then I woke up about 20 minutes later with serious stomach gripes. I can't go through this again :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4140047823303310974?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4140047823303310974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4140047823303310974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4140047823303310974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4140047823303310974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-simply-love.html' title='It&apos;s simply love'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5427530920910709462</id><published>2010-07-16T11:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:30:19.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only bloody Friday</title><content type='html'>I am having a seriously good day so far. Not necessarily with things that have happened but with the insane thoughts i'm having which could possibly come true at some point in the future, yippee! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough of that cryptic shit; I went to the movies on Wednesday. Dawn treated me, what a doll! She won the world cup sweepstake so spent her winnings wisely i.e Nandos &amp;amp; Eclipse. It was awesome and we enjoyed ourselves - except we almost threw chunks due to Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys' Hot Fudge Sundae's. Bleurgh. The lady put the wrong sauce in the wrong pots...but we forgave her because she was very generous and I didn't mind cookie dough tbh. We bought a scrap book for NYC (it's got little planes on it and EVERYTHING!) I also bought a passport holder and a few bits for Jay's birthday. Woop woop! NYC is soooooo near i'm peeing a little already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Spain won the world cup, totally deserved and I did predict this if I may say so. I should have put some bloody money on it, what an idiot. What a bunch of turds Holland were! Kicking lumps out the Spaniards for 90 mins + pfft, ruuuuuude! Was deffo pleased with Howard Webb though, what a legend. Although should have blatantly sent off De Jong. Having said all this i've decided i don't give a hoot about football anymore since my club is more of a circus than an actual football club. Oh well. Season ticket came in the post yesterday, it looks cheap. COS WE ARE CHEAP. Cheap rubbish. Naw. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note Jay and I are off to Alton Towers on Thurs, 6 days! I'm sooooo excited since I haven't been there in time that I remember. I think was about 6 last time and my memory is very hazy about this particular event. Plus I think I had a horrific experience involving a bin liner and the log ride. Good thing i've grown to like rides, huh.  Jay is driving us up on Thursday afternoon and we stay in THE Alton Towers hotel on Thurs night, Fri night &amp;amp; Saturday night - spending Friday &amp;amp; Saturday in the park. Yay! This is all for a very reasonable price, i'm still smug that we managed to find such a quality deal. Teeheeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay got a brand spanking new phone yesterday, it's made me hate my Nokia 5800 scratched piece of shit even more than I already did. Roll on Feb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are allllll good in my world right now, except for the wanting to curl up a die IBS moment on Monday - I seriously do not even wish that upon my worst enemy. Dear God, I was in some serious pain. I've stocked up on every IBS medication going though, so i'm hoping this will deter the devil indefinitely. Probably a bit much to ask though so let's just hope for a really fucking long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided I swear too much. This is not good. Jay's Mum said she didn't like Steve from Big Brother because he swore ONCE. Crumbs, I should probably attempt to contain my potty mouth at all times in front of teeny Tina. She is but a total beauty though so I doubt there would be much cause for such obscenities around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of BB, when are Triple J gonna get it on? Huh, HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5427530920910709462?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5427530920910709462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5427530920910709462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5427530920910709462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5427530920910709462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-only-bloody-friday.html' title='It&apos;s only bloody Friday'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8214624382044359327</id><published>2010-06-22T09:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:48:45.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sun!</title><content type='html'>Wowza's. It's been a fair while old chums. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a lot has happened - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I went to Turkey for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I went to Isle of Wight Festival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so not LOADS but those things are pretty big things! Turkey was amezzin! 2 week holiday with my boy and the rest of the fam &amp;amp; friends. Abby's wedding was so wonderful - she looked a total beaut! There were many tears shed. We ate some great meals out, went go karting (which I was totally rubbish at, I was lapped about 10 times. Not good!), went on a hawaiian boat trip &amp;amp; many more things. Jay got too drunk and threw chunks on the stag night, I came home to him having thrown on the bed sheet - mmm!! All in all a great time was had! Can't wait to go back next year for Dad's 50th. Yippee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was back at work from holiday for no more than 3 days before I was off again to IOW Festival. Ended up being 'The festival mole' for Galaxy Radio with Ben Glover. How random!? Saw some quality things. Kanye West appearing from no where onstage with Jay-Z was a highlight as was P!nk flying across the crowd on a wire, Crowded House singing Damo's &amp;amp; Caroline's wedding song, Friendly Fires just being Friendly Fires, Mr Hudson, THE STROKES and ahem Paul McCartney - he was sensational. 22 beatles songs out of 35 song set. I am truly surprised he didn't keel over. The only thing missing was Jay and the only bad thing was getting SOAKED on Sunday night. I sat in the rain for literally an hour with Becca. Bad times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is Abby &amp;amp; Adam's wedding reception &amp;amp; Mumma's birthday. Next weekend is my birthday &amp;amp; Hop Farm! I cannot wait for Mumford. Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even talk to me about The World Cup. How have England managed to be so garbage for 180 minutes? Then have the audacity to moan that fans are booing them - well perhaps if you put in even a tiny bit of effort for your country we might, just MIGHT be a little appreciative. As it is I took 180 minutes out of my week to watch a load of shit. If tomorrow isn't better, i'm gonna be peeeeee'd off!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG it's hotter than a hot sausage on a hot stick outside. Off for a walk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8214624382044359327?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8214624382044359327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8214624382044359327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8214624382044359327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8214624382044359327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-sun.html' title='Summer Sun!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6207743555610829387</id><published>2010-05-10T14:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:50:44.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week was the week I voted - For the FIRST TIME. I'm not ashamed to say I don't normally give a shit but this time it was a closer run than it'd ever seen before so I thought why not. Had a little looky at ze manifestos and made my choice. It was an odd experience to be honest, was given two pieces of paper instructed to stand in the wooden booth then a man with a stick asked me if i'd like to 'watch him' whilst he poked my paper into the ballot box. Erm, no thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was also the week in which the post office numb nuts mixed up things for me &amp;amp; Abby which had to be taken back to the post office when they wouldn't fit through our letter box. In turn this made me pick up an amazon parcel for Abby and Abby pick up my brand new kick ass Ray Ban's. We eventually got around the kaffuffle and I am the proud new owner of some immense Ray Ban 2140 with red arms. Holiday times! Bring on the sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought my Hawaiian get up today including a grass skirt, Hula Bra, and a 'Lei' I think that is probably said 'lay' but I have no idea and I blame google. It's the Hawaiian necklacey thing anyway! 11 Days and counting, wahoo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also - I AM ON TV ON MAY 23RD AT 7:30PM ON CHANNEL WATCH. Tune in to watch me make a fool of myself on some rides at Thorpe Park! Wooop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6207743555610829387?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6207743555610829387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6207743555610829387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6207743555610829387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6207743555610829387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/11-days.html' title='11 Days!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-856481510639264804</id><published>2010-04-27T11:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:09:39.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluck Cluck Cluck</title><content type='html'>So basically i'm probably the happiest i've ever been right now. No word of a lie! You know there's loads of times you actually think you are the happiest ever but then you look back and think wow I was sooo not that happy, this is definitely the opposite to one of those times. Wahoo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey is 3 weeks away, aaaand I couldn't be more excited! I seriously need to get on with my wedding reading...i'm slightly scared about this :( Although I have made a small amount of progress since starting this blog. I'm actually looking forward to reading it in front of everyone i'm just hoping I don't burst into tears or anything though :/ That would be embarrassing to the max. Abby is a rather emotional person though so i'm not holding out much hope for there to be no tears at all, it took all the strength I had not to shed any at Damo's wedding!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from The Hen weekend at Butlins yesterday - it was a blast! Totally loved it, being pink, a Granny and pajama'd! Really had a great time and got to know a few people a little better! Friday I got there about 6pm and wheeled two huge suitcases across the car park, for some reason I picked the car park furthest away from our chalet - brilliant! Had a few drinks and got ready in my 'pink' clothes to go out. We met some strange people including some men on stilts and a pink power ranger. Started off in 'The Swinging Shillelagh' - possibly the most horrific Karaoke bar i've ever been in. Nobody and I mean NOBODY could sing in this place. My ears are actual scarred. Watched 911 (epic!) at 12:30 and then crawled back home to bed about 1:30am. Saturday we did a scavenger hunt and dressed Abby up like Where's Wally - she looked immense! I was in a team with Kate, Caroline and Emma and we came 4th OUT OF 5! What a shambles. We even found a 1979 coin! Had lunch in weatherspoons and went back to get ready for GRANNY'S! The funniest thing I have ever seen was Abby as a Granny, superb. Everybody looked amazing, I was Doris for the evening and Abby was Aida. We all went to a silent disco and Abby did some breakdancing on the floor. Breakdancing Granny - amazing. On the Sunday we went to the Spa which was sweeeeeet! There was a room entirely of ice which you are suppose to stand in, is that a joke? I got in for about 2 seconds and got out again. The point? I do not think there is one. Plus had visions of not actually being able to get out once in and this confirmed to me that I am not a fan of this said ice room. Finished up there and went into Bognor for a Chinese Buffet which was yummmtastic. Sunday night we went out in out pajamas except Mum, Jan, Abby, Emma and Karen ended up looking more like Geisha's...so we all looked a bit silly but it was all good fun! Karen G and I were Mickey and Minnie. Woop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was seriously tired everyday, not quite sure what was wrong with me and I seem to have damaged my wrist which pretty much hurts like a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed Jaybird sooooo much when I was away so was grand to see him last night for so many cuddles and a slice of pizza or two :) Bring on more tonight :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop - Wedding of the year - The Bowley's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-856481510639264804?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/856481510639264804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=856481510639264804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/856481510639264804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/856481510639264804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/cluck-cluck-cluck.html' title='Cluck Cluck Cluck'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-245690036793388842</id><published>2010-04-13T11:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:14:20.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/S8RDjHOyOwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/izur0wu_r-4/s1600/Wembley+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/S8RDjHOyOwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/izur0wu_r-4/s400/Wembley+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459562918795426562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR NOT! Oh yeah, AND we scored another. WOULD YOU BLOODY BELIEVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-245690036793388842?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/245690036793388842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=245690036793388842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/245690036793388842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/245690036793388842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiet-weekend.html' title='Quiet weekend'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/S8RDjHOyOwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/izur0wu_r-4/s72-c/Wembley+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3483872433846027621</id><published>2010-04-07T10:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:27:24.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Messi do you wanna be?</title><content type='html'>So tonight i'll be getting some R-Patz action. V.much looking forward to this. Plus i've heard from some source that 'Remember me' isn't actually a bad film although the ending apparently a lot of people won't like...great. Can't wait to see what that's all about! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's Wednesday (Orange Wednesday, if you will) just had a pretty awesome bank holiday weekend! Thursday night was spent at the balti house introducing Jay to work people and generally having a great time, went for a drink in LJR's then Jay and I made our way back to my house for....sleep. Friday we ate pizza and I met up with friends for a mini pub crawl then went to The Festing with The Whymarks to see a rather unique band who are quite good actually. A man standing up playing the drums...also the lead singer - bizarre-o! Saturday went to the footy which was quite frankly, dull as dishwater. Went to Dawne's for chinese and watch the first half of City smashing Burley 6-1. Oh. Yeah. AND WE BOOKED OUR TRIP TO NYC! Hurrah!! Sooooo excited! Jetting off on Virgin Atlantic Airways on Sept 8th we have a games console in the back of our seat. Fucking amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched New Moon, then Dawn fell asleep and I went to Albert road to meet the siblings and the rest of the crew (minus Jay) for a couple of bevvies. I was ridiculously knackered though so ended up driving home instead of staying out. Sunday, I don't even know what happened Sunday. Oh wait, yes I do! It started us having a roast with my lovely grandparents at our house, then we all went down Albert road for a few in LJR's, then we piled in the car to go to the Good Companion to see Dave Barratt play. I was put in the boot. It ended with everyone being quite drunk and us being disappointed that Shirins wasn't open so ended up going for a curry at midnight. To top it off, I opened the door of our taxi to find a ten pound note staring at me. It wanted me, and I wanted it. So that paid for the journey home! Stayed at Jays, and he dropped me to work for the most pointless 4 hours of my life. He then picked me up and we went to the movies to see Kick-Ass which was so KICK-ASS I can't even explain it properly. I want to see it again already! We also went to Strada for dins. Mmmm pizza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to the drawing board. Arsenal got thumped by Barca last night. Well, I say Barca, I actually mean MESSI. My god have you ever seen such a sickly talent? Unfair to say the least but absolutely utterly mesmerising. Tonight, United are likely to lose to Bayern but i'll be too busy staring at Pattinson to really give a shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caio for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3483872433846027621?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3483872433846027621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3483872433846027621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3483872433846027621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3483872433846027621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-messi-do-you-wanna-be.html' title='How Messi do you wanna be?'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7981597730877714969</id><published>2010-03-23T10:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:49:33.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Oompa Lumpa Doopeedeedooo!</title><content type='html'>This is my 223rd post. I figured I better get off 222 anything like that is slightly weird. Like always looking at the clock at 11:11, why do people do that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I've discovered a nice little slot in my steering wheel where my phone fits rather nicely. It's great for talking on hands free. In bad news my notes is mugging me off and appears to be grinding to a halt every 10 minutes. B-O-R-I-N-G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend just gone was pretty rad, spent almost the entirety with Jay, a bit more time with his family which are all amazing. So very friendly and welcoming! Friday we watch sport relief and had some dinner, Saturday we watched Pompey in an epic 3-2 win over Hull with two last minute stunners to win us the match, wahoo! This put me in a great mood to go home and cook chilli. We had taco trays and garlic tear and share. It was yummy, even if I did only get an 8 out of 10. Pah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy Sunday with Super Sunday. I went home and started to watch Iron Man but fell asleep, I watched the rest yesterday and it was a pretty good film. New found love for RDJr. Yummy! Gonna watch The Lost Boys tonight, then get on to borrowing more movies since Jay's collection is ridiculously large. At least i'll know what to get him for birthdays/christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey was all booked today, craziness! Cannot wait for holiday of a life time! 15 days in the sunshine and a wedding to boot! I have to seriously think of a reading. I'm so stumped. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We play Chelsea tomorrow, is there even any point in going? Of course I will attend but it may be at the expense of humiliation. Although to be fair we have fought so hard over the last few matches, bring it on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7981597730877714969?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7981597730877714969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7981597730877714969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7981597730877714969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7981597730877714969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/oompa-lumpa-doopeedeedooo.html' title='Oompa Lumpa Doopeedeedooo!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8843634621808376383</id><published>2010-03-16T16:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:11:05.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Got any Stirrers?</title><content type='html'>Oh! The weekend was one of the best ever, so eventful! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time away with Jay, and by the looks of it first of many! :) Friday after work I picked up Jay, went home and skidaddled out the house with the fam for the road trip to scummy slough. Had a bit of a travel duel with Damo as we went different ways, I don't know in what world Dad thought he might win against numero uno fast driver Damo but he did, and alas he didn't. Har har! Although bad times for Jay, Mum and I because we were in the losing car! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Travelodge and we each had a family room, £70 for 4 family rooms for 2 nights - I think, ladies &amp;amp; gentleman, that is what we call a BARGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went to the parents room for a small amount of nibbles and began drinking. Champagne and Vodka/Diet Coke's. Boys were on beer. We went to a pub round the corner with the idea of going for some food a bit later on. We all got a bit side tracked in the pub and about 20 million drinks later we were dancing to the band that were playing and some random Ex-England Rugby player called 'The Judge' (I have no idea) started buying us shots. Bad times to be honest. Completely pushed all of us over the edge including Jay who was horrifically ill in the bathroom until at least 2:30am. Eventually he came to bed after i'd been asleep a little while - only to get up and go back to the bathroom, haha aw the poor little love! To be fair he had, had about 5 Jack Daniels, 2 pints, a shot of Sambuca and some champagne. Never mix kids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all dragged ourselves out of bed the next day, went to a fry up and then travelling into London. You'd think we'd be able to wal kto the Slough train station with no problems but no, we had to go and find two guinea pigs along the road in a shoe box....RANDOM! So I phoned the RSPCA and tried to save the poor little buggers. It ended up with a bit of a guinea pig chase round Slough as somebody had moved them and the RSPCA called to say they'd gone to pick up the ones i'd reported and they weren't there, then had another report of some guinea pigs in a shoe box in a different place in Slough, I hope they were found... :/ Who would leave two guinea pigs in a shoe box on the street?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it into London after waiting 27 hours at the train station for the stupid train man to process our train vouchers but we eventually got there! Went straight to camden for a little looksy around, ate some yummy food and then headed off to Leicester Square for Alice In Wonderland at the Odeon. A really good film I thought, although for some it may have been an excuse for a little nap! Depp played a great part I think, and 3D was extra goodness! Ate a Curly Wurly and Dad dropped the minstrels all over the floor, it was a stereotypical cinema outing, especially with Damien throwing popcorn at us! We crossed over to Covent Garden and went for a drink in a place called The Porters Inn which was literally a maze! Headed over to The Roadhouse which was amazing! We had dinner and cocktails and there was plenty of bonding going on which was so so awesome! How long have I waited to find someone that ALL my family like and someone that Damo and Ads can get on with? Forever?! This past month has just been totally out of this world and I have not been happier in a long long long longgg while :-) AND he gets to come to Turkey, hoorahhhh! No longer the odd one out, the lonely one, the one with nobody, little old Emily, - I am now Emily, one with a pretty amazing boyfriend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay and I went home a little earlier than everyone else on Saturday night, we were totally flagging, got the train home and went straight to bed, watched Lost on the laptop (Yeah, we're cool) and just generally relaxed. We went on a wild goose chase round Richmond to find a park space eventually Jay, Abby, Caroline and me legged it and went ahead into London. Jay and I went to Camden again and he bought a couple of t-shirts, I picked up some ridiculous glasses for the other two gay boys and saw the most beautiful converse known to man. Purple suede! I realise that sounds vile but they were actually lush. So screw you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home around 7:30, unpacked my stuff, took Jay home and ate some chinese. What a great weekend :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am happy happy happy, and it's a gooooooooooood feeling! Bring on more happiness! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8843634621808376383?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8843634621808376383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8843634621808376383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8843634621808376383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8843634621808376383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-any-stirrers.html' title='Got any Stirrers?'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1077954346704355725</id><published>2010-03-12T11:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:17:33.435Z</updated><title type='text'>Scream!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I will be embarking on a weekend away with the family, i'm super excited because for once I will not be the odd one out for I have found a pretty amazing boyfriend (I say found like I just picked him up off the street...) and there will be a nice even number - 8 of us. Woohoo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay met Ads and Damo on Wednesday something I was totally dreading because those boys are well...BOYS. Luckily they were pretty ace and said they thought he was lovely so, so far i'm onto a winner - eeee! I forgot this feeling for so long, and I am so so happy! 2010 is officially greatness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Dawne for Nandos last night - had a great time but not before some complete nutter asked if I could 'keep him in my car', to which I laughed somewhat nervously and said no. Then he asked if I was going on a date to which I said I was meeting a friend. Then he said "Can I come?" Well after a small amount of consideration i've decided I haven't a fucking scooby who you are and you're pretty much harassing me so I'M GOING TO PASS , thank you. I can't imagine he's ever tried that on someone else and it's actually gone well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Bublé tickets today, something to look forward to with TV buddy. Talk of TV buddy!! - Scream if you know the answer is going to be aired on WATCH channel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sky Digital channel 109 and Virgin TV channel 124) Sunday May 2nd 7pm GET INVOLVED! Not sure entirely when my show is on but that is when the show starts getting aired. Woohoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1077954346704355725?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1077954346704355725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1077954346704355725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1077954346704355725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1077954346704355725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/scream.html' title='Scream!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1275616866562383158</id><published>2010-03-08T09:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:44:29.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Wemmmmmbleeeyy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pretty much the best weekend this year without fail.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Friday night Jay and I went bowling, I absolutely killed him in the second game 155 points, woop! We then went back to his, had a curry, watched Lost, and. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pompey beat Birmingham 2-0 in the FA Cup Quarter Final and we now play at WEMBLEY for the Semi-Final. HELL YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Saturday night, went out with the fam and some friends, the only thing missing was Jay! (HAd another Curry, hmmm overdose slightly.) Met a man who had, had hiccups for the entire day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sunday tried on dresses with Mum and Nanny, went to Jay's, visited Nanny &amp;amp; Grandad, ate dinner at the beefeater, went back to Jay's, fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A weekend full of all the things I love. AND, best part is -  I think this weekend is going to be even better! We're all off to Slough/London for a meal, 2 nights in a travelodge, portobello road, Alice in Wonderland 3D at Odeon Leicester Sq, The Roadhouse, and many drinks! So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week itself is pretty cool to be honest. Not sure what is happening tonight but I pretty much think i'm gonna go home and watch The Oscars before Dad goes mental that I used up 5 hours of our recording space on V+ .... whoops! Tomorrow is footy, we're up against Birmingham again. I'm hoping for much of the same as the weekend please! :D Wednesday is ol' Father's birthday - i've got him a cool gift so I can't wait for him to open it! The fam are coming round for takeaway I think as Mother Green is working late so unable to cook. Jay will meet the fam for the first time (well Abs, Ads, Damo and Cags anyhoo). I'm really excited for this because they will definitely like him :) Thursday i'm going to Wharf to meet Dawne for a Nandos. I swear to god my bank account will be broke after the weekend. Not good. Friday out Slough/London adventure begins. Yippee!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1275616866562383158?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1275616866562383158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1275616866562383158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1275616866562383158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1275616866562383158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-much-best-weekend-this-year.html' title='Wemmmmmbleeeyy!!!!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1605341901907174368</id><published>2010-03-04T10:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:21:18.438Z</updated><title type='text'>I believe it's called 'ARGH'.</title><content type='html'>What an absolute douchebag, I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having made a post about how I didn't think anything could go wrong this year, i'm wondering if it is too late to retract? Work seems to be shit, cft/s wants to mug me off at any given opportunity and I seem to have an issue 'going with the flow' or whatever it's called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all a bit too dramatic for my liking. I need a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1605341901907174368?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1605341901907174368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1605341901907174368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1605341901907174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1605341901907174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-its-called-argh.html' title='I believe it&apos;s called &apos;ARGH&apos;.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3833960434940267205</id><published>2010-03-01T20:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:50:47.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhhmazing!!</title><content type='html'>So basically this year is AMAZING and i'm convinced nothing bad can happen from here on in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that are making me happy RIGHT NOW - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 15 days in the SUNSHINE and my sister getting married in Turkey in 12 weeks time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. NYC in Sept with Dawne - Hell yeeeeeeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jay - his general brilliance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. IOW Festival and the family goodness it brings. Plus Becstar is coming in for the festivities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. V FESTIVAL - Possibly the best line up since forever. Mainly KINGS OF LEON. There is quite a high percentage that I will keel over before they even begin the first song but it will TOTALLY be worth it. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm hyperventilating a little just thinking about it. Caaaaalm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Mumford currently playing on Itunes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, So won't you kill me, so I die happy? My heart is yours, to fill or burst, To break or bury, or wear as jewelry. Whichever you prefer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is totally more stuff but I feel amazing, totally and utterly amazing. Nothing can burst my bubble, muhahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3833960434940267205?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3833960434940267205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3833960434940267205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3833960434940267205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3833960434940267205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/uhhhhhmazing.html' title='Uhhhhhmazing!!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-275577116044883212</id><published>2010-02-22T10:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:36:53.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Mingle-tastic</title><content type='html'>So the weekend was pretty damn rad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was date night, (officially), Jay and I went to Zizzi for a meal which was amazing. Good food! Bumped into both old housemates - Davis looking like Dennis the Menace, teehee! We then went on to Bar 38 where we met Leas and Sumo before greeting Becstar for her birthday drinks. Was lovely to see James &amp;amp; Marcus and Charis &amp;amp; Dan, really miss those guys! We had one drink and decided to bugger off to Albert road, so we walked there from the wharf which was far longer than we anticipated but I enjoyed the walk nonetheless! Both got blisters but it was totally worth it, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a drink in Fat Fox, Johnny Russells, and then one eyed dog where we met kirsty who was trollied! Going on about buying something called 'Wild Turkey'... I have no idea. Love her! Haha. A night out is deffo on the cards for us! We finished up with a walk to old Portsmouth and shared a kiss or two on the round tower, yes yes, how romantic, this is so not me! Totally weird, but totally good! Got in about 1:15am to discover my parents were still awake! Asked every question under the sun which I obliged to answer, then my Mum proceeded to ask the exact same questions the morning after as she was so drunk the night before - didn't remember anything i'd said. Silly woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I went to footy, what a fucking waste of my life. The only good thing was that I got to see Jay for a small moment, the score however leaves a lot to be desired. Bad times. Knowing our luck we'll probably win the FA Cup and go down, how ironic. After footy, Jay walked me to my car, I briefly bumped into Adam Gilbert and I drove Jay nearer to his car which was basically just an excuse to spend a little bit of extra time with him! Ha. After this I drove to the hole that is Gosport to see Dawne - we ate Chinese and watch manya Gossip Girl episodes which was most fun. I was so knackered I fell asleep at 11:30 :/ whoops! We woke around 10am and watch more gossip girl before I went home at 3. Tidied like an absolute mad woman before Jay came over. We watched Happy Gilmore (always a winner) and then the BAFTAS. I think I have to watch the Hurt Locker considering it won just about EVERYTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the movies this week to watch The Lovely Bones - really enjoyed the book so will be good to see the movie. It was either this, Wolfman or see Avatar again. I really wouldn't have minded either way but I do really want to check out The Lovely Bones. There is a bonus of having a new guy with Cinema contacts so we can go for free - woohoo! Cheeky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-275577116044883212?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/275577116044883212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=275577116044883212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/275577116044883212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/275577116044883212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/mingle-tastic.html' title='Mingle-tastic'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-270603427163285231</id><published>2010-02-18T13:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:10:34.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Things i've heard from 13:45pm onwards</title><content type='html'>"Industrial, you do Industrial?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When I was little my sister put me in a hoover box."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think he's alright."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You still got nowt to do?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ssssssnnnnnnn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think we've become quite a nice little team since we moved up here, what did you ever do without us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come to St Andrews road for some extreme mental disfigurement, drum &amp;amp; bass and some other mental music." (Er...no thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I like Drum &amp;amp; Bass though"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I was fat you wouldn't have said that!" (In response to me saying 'Yeah, you should really stop eating!') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-270603427163285231?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/270603427163285231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=270603427163285231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/270603427163285231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/270603427163285231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-ive-heard-from-1345pm-onwards.html' title='Things i&apos;ve heard from 13:45pm onwards'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3371708891500674380</id><published>2010-02-17T17:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:14:22.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Ash Weds, mash up!</title><content type='html'>So i've basically just itched the inside of my ear and having just cut a chilli I can successfully tell you, - IT FUCKING BURNS! Have had my ear in a sink of cold water, looking like a total moron. The burning seems to have calmed down though, phewph. Looking forward to eating the chilli for a reward for putting up with the burning. this makes little sense as I am going to Chimichanga's tomorrow so mexican two nights in a row...hmm! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been looking at the menu for C's and I think i'm gonna go for the mexican paella. I really wanted to go for this last time but for some reason I thought I better go for fajitas and it was all a bit too busy, I want food on a plate, I don't want to have to go to a restaurant and make it myself - duh. This is why I never really got the point of CharBar. No wonder it went bust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm overly tired for no reason, I guess my mind has been working over time the past week but it's a totally good feeling! Sunday was pretty awesome, Monday was better, wonder how friday will go, excited to find out :) Everything seems a liiiiittle bit too good to be true right now, trying not to get so excited but man it's hard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday i'm pretty excited GG marathon has been a long time coming! Plus we get to plan NYC - V V VVVVVV excited! And i'm allowed to be as excited as I want about this :P Whoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot to have pancakes yesterday so will probably have them tonight. Remember last year when Mum blitz'd the mixture without the lid on it went EVERYWHERE. I laughed out loud, a lot, she was covered. Let's hope we get a similar situation this year, just for laughs! Evil? Me? No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been thinking about what to give up for lent, 40 days to give something up. There is lots of things I could give up easily but I sort of wanted to set myself a challenge. I seriously can not think of anything good though, everybody seems to go for chocolate or sex, haha! Hmm... could give up choc but I don't eat much choc anyway so what's the point! Maybe i'll give lent a miss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3371708891500674380?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3371708891500674380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3371708891500674380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3371708891500674380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3371708891500674380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/ash-weds-mash-up.html' title='Ash Weds, mash up!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3569240248073987104</id><published>2010-02-14T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:00:13.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentines Day and despite not actually having a boyfriend it's been actually awesome. No cards, no flowers, no love hearts etc but I care very little about this because I have met the most wonderful person :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo yesterday I filmed a TV show with Noel Edmonds, hahah how random is that?! That's all I will say on the matter. Sara and I had a wicked day in London drank cocktails and went to the London Dungeons! Which may I add was freakin' scary. Do not recommend if easily scared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I met with Jay, we walked Millie and she got us incredibly muddy and even bit him...great start! But we did have fun and he is very lovely :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy happy happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3569240248073987104?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3569240248073987104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3569240248073987104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3569240248073987104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3569240248073987104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-valentine.html' title='Funny Valentine'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5581144985375176197</id><published>2010-02-12T09:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:18:34.297Z</updated><title type='text'>When you least expect...</title><content type='html'>First February blog, thought I better stick one in since it's such a short month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days have been pretty surreal - read a few blogs back when i'm moaning 24/7 about how there's no good people out there then all of a sudden what seems like the perfect person has some how come from no where..... weird?! Anyway, let's see how that goes - it's exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got too many things to look forward to over the next few weeks - my social calendar is bursting practically. Check me out, haha! Tonight i'm going to Sara's to drink wine, do a face pack and eat Pizza Hut. I don't think i've ever had wine and thought it tasted good...so let's see how that pans out. I'm hoping whatever face thing Sara has picked up doesn't bring me out in some kind of rash definitely don't want another Ayia Napa saga - hand rash was NOT cool and neither was the 90 Euro hospital bill. Tomorrow I have to get up ridiculously early like 6am this should be made a punishable offence on weekends. Getting on the coach  at The Hard at 8:00am  so got be bright and breezing for this time. Hopefully gonna dash to Madam Tussaud's then do a quick investigation to see if we can find a pub with the footy on. Can you imagine if we do the dirty on scummers in their own backyard given the state we're in? I can only dream. Have faith people, we can do it! Actually gonna go mental in the middle of shepherds bush should we score a goal and it be a WINNING goal - it's the cup final all over again. Sunday I will mostly be sleeping. I am going to be soooooooo knackered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next weekend i'm going to the STUPID 5:30 KO playing Stoke, flash a quick smile, then legging to Gosport for Chinese and GG with Dawne. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put us on at 5:30 playing stoke, is that even going to be a good match? Probably not. I reckon Sky/BBC just enjoy seeing us struggle - bastards. Sunday I think we're going for lunch more plans for NYC and then more GG. Naturally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March bring Editors and Slough - another LDN trip and a night out at the Roadhouse with the fam. I'm looking forward to the w/e away with the best family around. :-) Gotta schedule a chilli night with work pals at some point too, too much to do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Becca last night, she is a beaut and it's her birthday next week! Must think of something awesome to get her. I have just the thing and she's always wanted one...was going to get her one for Christmas but never had time. Don't think she reads this but just to be safe! All to be revealed later :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brrrrr, too cold. I dislike cold months bring on July for my birthday and SUNSHINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking after Millie all this week from tomorrow - I'm super excited! She is the best dog. Lots of cuddles and walks to be had (if it's not TOO cold!) Bro &amp;amp; Sister-in-law are going skiing so we need to step in and do the dog duties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5581144985375176197?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5581144985375176197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5581144985375176197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5581144985375176197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5581144985375176197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-least-expect.html' title='When you least expect...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-6840498846669330554</id><published>2010-01-28T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:51:13.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Awake my soul</title><content type='html'>Wowza's so the shit hit the fan yesterday - finding out who my real friends are is interesting! I have got some beautiful friends and i'm very grateful for them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really looking forward to this weekend and tomorrow especially. Louise is coming down from Wales and we're all going out for drinks and a bit of a boogie! Hoorah! Saturday we're having a family night in with a big fat steak and some poker. Not a clue how to play poker but that could be good, Abby said she will teach the ones that don't know how to play! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I definitely have to visit the grandparents it has been too long the snow got in the way and then my petrol was dangerously low...poor excuse! Sorry Mo &amp;amp; Pete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Brother is actually making me laugh - who knew? "Nicola don't even walk like that" - Hahaha. "I'm a nice goat." What is going on with this programme?! "Housemates may now remove their heads" - Err...not the wisest move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 days til drinking/baking/laughing/having fun in Somerset! Wooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes, I struggle to find any truth in your lies."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-6840498846669330554?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6840498846669330554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=6840498846669330554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6840498846669330554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/6840498846669330554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/awake-my-soul.html' title='Awake my soul'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2528308660842624943</id><published>2010-01-25T10:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:33:29.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Mac the knife</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to really resent some of the people I have as 'friends' on facebook. Most consist of people i've actually spoken to in the last 6 months but a few are very old school friends or to be exact they probably fit more into the category of peopleiwenttoschoolwithwhoineveractuallyspoketo. Do I really want to hear that you've had 2 children by the age of 22 and one of them is now preventing itself from pissing in its knickers? A fair milestone in a small child's life but do you seriously have to broadcast it on every status update on facebook? No, no I don't think you do. I think, I can't be sure, but I think there will be some culling this afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night I went to Dawn-e's for some immense Chinese. Never thought I would be okay with getting Chinese from somewhere other than the Mai King but it was actually pretty good AND it was from Gosport - this is a massive bonus considering you're more likely to find an assassin in Gosport than a good Chinese. We watched 2 full discs of Gossip Girl before I fell into a coma, I didn't wake up until 10:50am but neither did Dawn-e so it wasn't like she'd been sat awake. I said "Have you been awake long?" She said "No, if I would have punched you in the head by now if I had." Charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was probably the most boring day (don't think i've ever said that!) . It was made slightly less boring by the fact Pompey actually won a game..! Can you believe it? No, neither can I. Even more unbelievable is the fact John 'lazyarse' Utaka managed to score both our goals. Ridiculous, but highly welcome. The only down side is that we now play the scum of all scum in their own back yard which would end in devastation OR it could be the greatest day since I was born. (Which by the way is the official greatest day so far.) I stayed in, had a pretty awesome salad, watched season 2 of Gavin &amp;amp; Stacey including the commentary....and read some of my book. Now I don't know the official term, but i'm pretty sure it's something along the lines of 'cool'. - Or naaaaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blinds have now been installed in my old room so this means it won't be long until i'm turfed out of the lush, cosy, warm double bed goodness of the 'spare' room which i've grown to love over the last few months into child-like single-bed, loneliness of the attic room. I would actually not be surprised if my Mother was at home right now transferring all my stuff upstairs as I type. This remains to be seen when I get home later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MACCABEES &amp;amp; RUMBLE STRIPS TOMORROW. That is all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2528308660842624943?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2528308660842624943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2528308660842624943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2528308660842624943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2528308660842624943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/mac-knife.html' title='Mac the knife'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7054691523854270674</id><published>2010-01-21T21:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:38:43.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My head told my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let love grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But my heart told my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This time no, this time no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some beautiful lyrics right there. Just bought Mumford &amp;amp; Sons 'Sigh no More' and the latest Maccabees album. Am making a good effort to listen to 'Wall of Arms' everyday until Tuesday to get me even more so excited for the gig - although not sure if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday tomorrow which actually can't come sooner (and not just because that is physically impossible!) No work for a couple of days, weekends are my saviour! Gossip Girl marathon to look forward to tomorrow night and possibly watch The Hangover since Dawn-e hasn't seen it which is an actual crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 21:31 is that too early to go to sleep? I generally feel very tired at this time every night and stupidly don't go to sleep then end up getting a second wind and staying awake til past midnight and subsequently don't get out of bed until 8am. I seriously need the will to hop out of bed tomorrow at 7:15 AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle finger is really hurting, I think it looks kinda bent but i'm not sure if it's always been like that, this is probably likely to be honest but does not explain the pain. Surely too young to be demonstrating Arthritis? That would be really shit if I had that. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"'Cause you told me that I would find a hole, within the fragile substance of my soul, and I have filled this void with things unreal, and all the while my character it steals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7054691523854270674?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7054691523854270674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7054691523854270674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7054691523854270674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7054691523854270674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-winds.html' title='Winter winds'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-301091989374097843</id><published>2010-01-19T23:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:00:25.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Back of the net!</title><content type='html'>Last week I felt pretty low, like low low low like Flo Rida low. BOY, how a Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday can change things. This is shaping up to be the best week ever and it's not even Wednesday! Get in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I find out i'm gonna be doing more stuff for TV in the next coming weeks, how freakin' fun! Can't say too much about that again, but it sounds exciting and this means many trips to LDN this month at least 3! So a few weeks back I won a book from AQA on twitter (@the63336) which was a fluke, I gave a wrong answer to a question but they thought it was creative so gave me a free book instead of a t-shirt although let's be honest who wants an AQA t-shirt? The book was probably the best end of the deal. Today they asked the question "Name 3 detectives that lived on Baker Street and win a free book" I mentioned them and said, hang on a minute i've already won a book what else can I win! To which they replied saying they had more than one book. So I got on Wikipedia, found the answer and sent it (I assume this isn't cheating?!) next thing I know i've won another book, I mean it's only a book but at least it's something! So this was my first winning of the day, next thing I know i've won 6 free questions to AQA for Re-tweeting one of their status' the other day. Considering it's a quid for every question this is pretty good and will come in handy no doubt! Second winning of the day...AQA must get tired giving me free stuff but i'm not complaining! Early in the morning i'd seen The Maccabees post on twitter about giving away 20 pairs of free tickets to a 'very special' show in London and to look on their facebook page for more deets. So I went to have a ganda and all you needed to do to enter was post your name and address by email, by 2pm in the afternoon i'd got an email back congratulating me for winning 2 tickets to a pretty exclusive show in Covent Garden next Tuesday - errrr AWESOME! So so stoked about this, was so bummed that I didn't get tickets for the NME tour (Would have loved to have seen The Big Pink and Bombay Bicycle Club but alas Maccabees are the only ones after my heart.) Haven't decided who i'm taking yet but it is going to be rad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking i've been winning/having great luck over the past few days should I buy a lotto ticket?! Or perhaps a scratch card. I just FEEL lucky, it's a great feeling hope it lasts a little longer as got some pretty wicked things coming up. London trip with Sara to the Ice Bar &amp;amp; all the touristy shizzle London Dungeons, Madam Tussauds etc. Haven't done these things is AGES i'm pretty excited especially for Scarlot Miss Charlotte's in Revolutions. Going to see Avatar 3D tomorrow, Dawn-e's on friday - i'm almost overloaded with goodness and Bridgwater in a couple of weeks too! Hoooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James cooked me dinner tonight, old fashioned sausage pasta was re-invented with meatballs! It was lush, and it was lovely to have a little catch up and spend a little time at my old home. I do not miss the freezing coldness of that house but it is a beautiful house in a beautiful location. Aww, damn you no money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty is mad because I dislike ginners and he is apparently in love with 1 or 3. YOUR FACE Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow, yeeehar. Naaaat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-301091989374097843?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/301091989374097843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=301091989374097843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/301091989374097843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/301091989374097843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-of-net.html' title='Back of the net!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3211958191992173046</id><published>2010-01-18T00:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:08:06.632Z</updated><title type='text'>Sigh no more</title><content type='html'>Let's hope this week is a fucking thousand times better than last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to this week -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Receiving Breaking Dawn in the post for readage.&lt;br /&gt;-Receiving Maccabees 'Wall of Arms' in the post for listening whilst driving round.&lt;br /&gt;-Receiving Mumford &amp;amp; Sons 'Sigh no more' in the post for the same purpose as above.&lt;br /&gt;-Eating sausage pasta at James' on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Avatar 3D with Dawn-e on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Doing sod all the rest of the week. A possible outing at the weekend depending on if i'm starting to remove myself from the rut that i'm currently in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not felt this rubbish is a really long time. Anyone want a return train ticket to Bridgend? No? I didn't either. What a twat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3211958191992173046?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3211958191992173046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3211958191992173046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3211958191992173046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3211958191992173046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh-no-more.html' title='Sigh no more'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8749784004601992171</id><published>2010-01-14T11:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:51:48.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>Embo is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gad, I didn't think it was possible to hate snow in all it's white glorious goodness but alas I find myself disliking it immensely since 1. It made me slip over and 2. Made the battery flat on my car. Poorly little 205 doesn't deserve such nastiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some exciting things planned now which it going to be raaaad. I booked train tickets to Bridgwater a few days back to go see Paul - we're gonna bake, drink some drinks, and generally have a good time. I haven't seen him in soooo long. Plus the train only cost me £21 what.a.bargain. I booked the time off work yesterday along with the 2 weeks hols for Ab's wedding (Turkey here we come!) I haven't had a 2 week holiday in forever so i'm pretty stoked about this. I also booked IOW festival off and Crowded house and Mr Hudson got confirmed today - really pleased about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies last night to see 'It's complicated'. It had it's moments, was pretty funny but over all not amazing. Alec Baldwin was funny but having started watching CBB over the past week I just keep thinking of his brother Stephen and how much of an actual douchebag he is and to be honest it's not giving me the best vibe on any of the Baldwin's. Meryl Streep is pretty much a legend but I didn't realise Steve Martin was in it, I find him a little bit tacky. He's in the Pink Panther, this says it all. I didn't realise how old he appears now, he looked a bit plastic, never good. There was a moment in the film where Streep was laying on the bed alone where her ex-husband was off with his new wife I thought 'SHIT, that is going to be me.' But then I realised I was 22 and it was a pretty ridiculous thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Partay at Vic's on Saturday, like the good old days! I'm looking forward to it. Whilst it will be immense fun I think it will probably be a lot more sensible than when we were 14/15 years old. Long gone are the days of Longmore throwing chunks in Vicki's back garden begging to be let in, James throwing up into a pint glass in the corner, Crystal pulling out her eye lashes and Vicki and I breaking her bed and rolling down it like a ski slope. The amount of house party's people had when we were in school and something happened that is never forgotten, hahaha. Vicki's were pretty legendary for the things mentioned above, Emma's was gate crashed by a load of chav's who offered to buy 'a bottle of vodka if we let them in' - of course we didn't let them in and they ended up trashing her mum's car, falling through her garage roof and running off. I of course was grounded and sent for golf lessons during half term with a bunch of 8 year olds for 'punishment'. What the hell was that all about, I discovered I was actually quite good at putting! Pretty rubbish at everything else though. One of the greatest house party's was held at Pete Farndell's house - he got so drunk he passed out, so disorientated that he pissed on his bedroom floor thinking it was the bathroom, people put toothpaste in his ear, shaved some of his leg hair off, drew all over his face with lipstick and put a lampshade on his head. Ryan, Sam and I had fallen asleep in his bedroom where all he slept on was a matress and we woke up to him pissing on the floor right in front of us, totally not an experience I want to have again but funny nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded house and Mr Hudson got confirmed for IOW Festival today, yussssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8749784004601992171?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8749784004601992171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8749784004601992171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8749784004601992171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8749784004601992171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4570521881593471813</id><published>2010-01-11T09:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:57:43.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow going out</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year and all that shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had possibly the worst start to a year I could have wished for. Went into work on 3rd Jan (Sunday) SUNDAY, who bloody well works on a Sunday? Then literally out of no where I developed a horrific sinus infection which made me feel like my head was going to explode. I had to take Monday off work as was feeling so bad and then Tuesday was a whole other story, high temperature, coughing up blood etc. Everytime I called Adecco i'm pretty sure the same woman answered and asked me the same questions including "What is preventing you from coming into work?" and "When are you expected to be back?" Erm, well i've told you the same thing everytime i've phoned and i'll be backed when i'm feeling better?! Absolute douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically i'd been ill Monday and then Tuesday night it decided to snow like it's never snowed before ever. It's was SO thick, so thick in fact that on Saturday night my week got worse when I slipped over on 2-inch-thick ice and cracked straight down on my coccyx. My god, pain like i've actually never known it. Now i'm working at home because I can't actually get out of my road, if I attempted it there is major chance I may slide into another car/lamp post/curb. Having said that i'm going to attempt it tomorrow so i'll update the progress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE was pretty cool, I can't believe it happened, I mean not NYE, but...yeah. To be honest i'm not entirely happy about it. Ughhhhhh, please let this year be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there is still snow outside. It's white but it's more like ice which is sooooo much worse. I keep having minor nightmares about the falling over incident on Saturday ow. :( another disadvantage of this weather is being house bound, cannot actually go anywhere and I feel like i'm in house arrest, not only because it's a struggle to actually move but because I have no transport! I started the 205 yesterday just to see if it was okay and bless the little one, it got going if a little chuggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on sunny times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4570521881593471813?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4570521881593471813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4570521881593471813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4570521881593471813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4570521881593471813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-going-out.html' title='Snow going out'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-343667556539875710</id><published>2009-12-17T10:57:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:17:54.797Z</updated><title type='text'>Millie Moo.</title><content type='html'>So we had the new dog at our house last night, she is amazing. I didn't think I would pick a dog such as Millie but she's quality - really playful but when you're bored of throwing a ball she's knackered anyway and would prefer to lay on you and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SyoPGgksLOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C6XQopH7E3Y/s1600-h/Dec+Phone+Pics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SyoPGgksLOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C6XQopH7E3Y/s320/Dec+Phone+Pics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416158106363899106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WEEK and it's Christmas Eve. I'm pretty freakin' excited this year because for once i've had enough money to buy people some pretty great gifts. I seriously, seriously would prefer to see people open what i've got them than anything anyone's got me. The look on someone's face when they open something unexpected is class, especially since i've put a lot of effort in this year! I got the dog a PFC dog bowl. This dog gets cooler by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably gonna hold back on the blogging until after Christmas now, it's been a good ish year. Started off pretty horrendous with the way I was feeling but i've gradually become so much better. There is something I quite dislike about NYE mostly because it seriously feels like you're having to let go of something you've spent a whole year doing. I'm not actually sure what I feel like i'm letting go of but I always have this empty feeling at midnight on NYE until the next day when i'm almost always fine again. PLan is to probably get really drunk and it hopefully won't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entirety of this year being single with the exception of knob jock, yes you know who you are. But I think, I THINK i'm okay with this. Hell I should be okay with it, it's been long enough. Maybe 2010 is the year of the dashing gentlemen to whisk me off my feeeeet!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-343667556539875710?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/343667556539875710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=343667556539875710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/343667556539875710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/343667556539875710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/millie-moo.html' title='Millie Moo.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SyoPGgksLOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C6XQopH7E3Y/s72-c/Dec+Phone+Pics+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8149516431448775847</id><published>2009-12-16T10:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:48:43.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Sniffle me Timbers</title><content type='html'>So the annual sniffles is upon me. Pretty rubbish couple of days, bunged up to the max and may aswell have vick's vapour rub coming out my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE wearing clothes that are now massively too big for me, even if I do look like an absolute dork. After getting on the scales yesterday it's official I have lost an actual stone. Yeehar. Gotta lose another...with Christmas coming up this isn't looking that promising, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wish I bought the vapour rub to work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very annoyed that Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill are taking a 'mid season break' or some shit. This was my Tues, pretty much depended on Chuck and Blair, booooo up yours CW! Yes, I do realise that was a bit sad, but what're you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a weird film last night called 'Hunger' on channel 4. Basically about a load of Irish Republicans in Prison going on hunger strike to fight for their rights. Was disturbing to say the least. I say disturbing as there was lots of naked men getting thrown around and beaten as well as two naked men in a prison cell smeared with poo. Now correct me if i'm wrong but that is FUCKING DISGUSTING. Having said this, I stuck with it and watched the entire thing - there was an epic scene between the guy leading the hunger strike and a priest which was pretty much the longest scene i've ever seen in my life spanning about 20 minutes. It was highly unnerving watching Sands starve himself, becoming so frail he couldn't hold his own body weight up. I thought if people go on hunger strike you pin them down and feed them through a tube? Obviously not. Anyway, crackin' film, not for the faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ye olde drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8149516431448775847?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8149516431448775847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8149516431448775847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8149516431448775847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8149516431448775847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/sniffle-me-timbers.html' title='Sniffle me Timbers'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5106844740212546640</id><published>2009-12-06T17:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:11:37.391Z</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>It's been a reflective Sunday. We put the Christmas decoration's up, realised it was too late to go to Sainsburys, have just now put homemade chips in the oven - with the skins on. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been sitting here for the past 15 minutes wondering a few things. I know i'm only 22 years old, yadda, yadda, yadda but it's kind of difficult when i've got a Brother who 28, married, lives in a house he's built up to be an amazing family home and a Sister who's 30, owns 2 houses, is about to get married to her long term boyfriend in Turkey and has prettymuch one of the most exciting jobs ever. Then there's me, 22, failed at moving out, now live back at home (in the spare room because we have dead rats, and who's flies invade my actual room.), single and wondering what's going to happen next. I've got some amazing friends, who are lucky enough to be in great relationships and I somehow always feel like the one who's everyones 'best friend'. I love being a best friend but seriously? I don't know if i'm doing something wrong...? I got out of a 5 year relationships and was then at a complete loose end, went into another relationship I thought would be awesome but then never turned out to be awesome at all. I feel like i've definitely waited long enough for Mr.Right or at least the next person in the quest to ultimately end up with this person. Lonely is not even the right word, i'm not sure what is. Sometimes I feel like I should be finding myself in London, a job I actually enjoy and some brilliant discoveries. Me in the big city, or perhaps i'll end up small town girl from Portsmouth. It would make it so much easier if I actually had a clue what was going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was deep, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5106844740212546640?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5106844740212546640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5106844740212546640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5106844740212546640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5106844740212546640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/reel-it-in.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-9010848346329264489</id><published>2009-12-04T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:11:10.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Ferris' Day Off</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was plain shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at work around 11am and got a text from Mum telling me Damien and Caroline had decided to have Ferris put to sleep. Almost immediately burst into tears, looked bloody ridiculous with people thinking the most tragic thing ever had happened. To be fair it is pretty tragic to us, he was one of the family. Sara took me outside and gave me a hug which was lovely of her. I went home at 3pm to work from home for a couple of hours, spent a bit of time with him before they took him to the Vets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually making feel incredibly sad writing about it. He looked so peaceful laying down in our house on the quilt all sleepy. I gave him lots of hugs and as he usually doesn't like people getting too close to his face he was surprisingly good letting me give him a small kiss on the head. He was the best freakin' dog anyone could ask for, an absolute legend. He was a grand age of 17 which i'm pretty sure means he should have been getting a telegram from the Queen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline was absolutely beside herself, this was very VERY upsetting to see. Ferris was loved so very much but all the family but we all know it was genuinely the right thing to do, he was struggling to carry his own weight even though he only weighed as much as a feather since he was so thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferris you were absolutely brilliant and I miss you ever so much already. You touched all our lives and for this we thank you, you will never ever be forgotten :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v369/91/10/699106766/n699106766_1464353_8127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v369/91/10/699106766/n699106766_1464353_8127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-9010848346329264489?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9010848346329264489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=9010848346329264489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9010848346329264489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9010848346329264489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/ferris-day-off.html' title='Ferris&apos; Day Off'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4911971942832149000</id><published>2009-12-02T09:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:10:12.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Scotty McScotsman. Unlucky.</title><content type='html'>So I went to the Slug and Lettuce on Monday for our work xmas meal, pretty much to be expected. Alright food, cheap price, good company. Apart from sending the starter back since it was stone cold it was a success. Little did I know the night of sleeping ahead of me was going to be pretty bad, woke up at around 2:45 and felt horrendously sick. Ended up sleeping almost sat upright which is never fun. Went to work in the morning sat there like a complete mong and ended up going home at 3:45pm. Went to see White Lies last night so definitely needed some sleep or something to at least get me through that. Felt sooooooo much better after a sleep and quite enjoyed WL. Was lacking a bit of atmosphere at first but soon got going. Bumped into Calum, Karen, Lynn, Stu, Val and Kev and then Stokesy. Was good to see all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights sleep was amazing, to say the least. Decided to come into work early this morning so got in about 08:20am to people saying 'Why are you in early?' like that's normal time for some people but I tend to stroll in about 9:15! Ooopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one of the best things ever happened today. For so long I tease Scotty (Martin) about his Scotty Scot Scot name and he dislikes this but today he chose to CALL HIMSELF Scotty. It was glorious. My work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's out the way what the flying fuck is up with this weather?! FREEZING my arse off yesterday. It's simply not acceptable. Having said that it is about 23 days til Christmas so I suppose it is generally expected to be cold at this time of year. No ice on the car this morning was a small bonus, thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Dawny today and going to see Law Abiding Citizen tonight, should be good. Gerard Butler. That's all i'm going to say. On a side note, I can't believe i'm going to say this but I think i'm definitely too old for 3 day benders. I can't even remember if i've ever done that before at least now I know I can not handle that whatsoever. I still think i'm recovering now. Had to be done for Calvin though to be fair. Ahhhhh, Calvin. Still totally stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good things to look forward to in the coming weeks. Bournemouth this Sat, London on Sun with Henners, Work xmas party 10th, exchanging of secret santa gifts with my bestests and then Christmas Day. Plenty to keep me entertained. Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4911971942832149000?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4911971942832149000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4911971942832149000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4911971942832149000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4911971942832149000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/scotty-mcscotsman-unlucky.html' title='Scotty McScotsman. Unlucky.'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3015682365051943751</id><published>2009-11-30T11:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:36:10.074Z</updated><title type='text'>I've got Love for you...</title><content type='html'>...if you were born in the 80's...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Harris was IMMENSE! The best end to the heaviest weekend of my life. I actually don't know how i'm going to recover. I'm thinking about going to sleep on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first ever visit to Liquid wasn't bad. Infact it was pretty fucking sensational given the fact that CALVIN was there. Christ, I cannot express how much I love this man. It's a little obsessive but those who know me will vouch i'm not a complete weirdo (or not..!). I woke up horrendous late this morning but managed to get ready in record time. Christ i've got to go out tonight, tuesday and wednesday...i'm trying to figrue out a way or how i'm going to make it as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have work xmas meal, a little early but it's 50% off in slug and lettuce! They could serve me tripe and i'd still be impressed. Tomorrow seeing White Lies - excited for this since i've had the tickets forever! Wednesday off to the movies with the girls so at least it's a little toned down. Phewph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was manic I had too many things to do. Friday, shit I can't even remember what I did friday. I've consumed enough alcohol to inebriate an entire army this weekend. Friday, friday friday...I went somewhere...i'm hoping typing will make it pop into my head. OH! Yes, Alix's 21st birthday party! Disney dress up and I was Mrs Incredible! All the girls made a stella effort, blatantly the best dressed ones there. We eneded p in babylon Becca was wading round with her cardboard fish nemo costume - this was amusing. The night ended in bad fashion to be honest but we're all over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went out for Becca's leaving meet up thing, it was SO good to see so many old faces from old work! Especially Maffman, aww so so good to see him. Had an odd time in The Deco a place which I won't be going too often, not gonna lie! Ended up in Honest Polli and then Scandals. Got home about 1:30 bless Mike for picking us up at such an hour. Free taxi! Then there was the brilliance of last night, met someone I knew/didn't know, I know what I mean. Amazing night all round with Victor. Maybe we'll go in trafalgar more often...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now do excuse me whilst I collapse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3015682365051943751?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3015682365051943751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3015682365051943751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3015682365051943751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3015682365051943751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-love-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ve got Love for you...'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1483519233076959663</id><published>2009-11-16T20:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:39:52.098Z</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK</title><content type='html'>Eventful last few weeks to say the least. Family feud to the max, however things kinda turned out for the best even this did involve me feeling totally and utterly SHIT for about 2 or 3 days. Really REALLY hate times like that. Anyway, less of this as plenty of wonderful things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was...I actually don't think there are any words to describe it. I'll have a go - it was incredibly, insanely, weirdly, random. That doesn't even do it justice. We went to Carlton Club for a couple of drinks and then we got a taxi to Palmeston road, had a cocktail in HKC, contemplated going to Chicago (thank god only comtemplated) and then went to guildhall. Kind of the biggest contradiction EVER or at least I would have said that if it hadn't have turned out to be one of the best nights in ages. Had some shots in V bar, bought vicki the most horrendous shot topped with cream, then Kate and Vicki has some tobasco one. Kate said her mouth was on fire, not surprised and considering she doesn't like spicy things - unlucky! I went sensibly for the tasty ones, teehee! We headed out of there straight to babylon and from there on it was wicked! Music was pure 90's hit after hit, sing along pretty much constantly. Some proper weirdo's in there but I think we fitted in nicely, haha. Vicki even knew some tranny called 'Steve' who was stood outside...I said it was a weird night, didn't I? We ended up going back to Kate's and discovered a suitcase full up with fancy dress clothes. We were off on a dress up extravaganza after that, how her neighbour hasn't complained yet I do not know. I left there at 4:30am. Check it out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SwG10zWo4OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_pGtJE0r7fA/s1600/carlton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SwG10zWo4OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_pGtJE0r7fA/s320/carlton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404800946564292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was Vic's 23rd birthday and we decided on a proper old school birthday which included bowling! I kicked arse with 131 points, winner of the girls but over powered by Dan :( Boooo! We went on to Bar 38 and Tiger which was fun times! After Albert Road outing on friday I was pretty knackered by 1:30am though so decided to call it a night. Loved spending the night with my girls and the boys!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SwG3Jdg7ABI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jK03zY_PhCY/s1600/IMGP5928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SwG3Jdg7ABI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jK03zY_PhCY/s320/IMGP5928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404802400990724114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Bec in Tiger -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a quiet one this weekend and then mammoth epic weekend the weekend after! CALVIN HARRIS! Oh! Oh! Oh! This reminds me - Calvin Harris crashing Jedward on Saturday night was EPIC! LOVED it! 'At the end of the day I had a Pineapple on my head, sorry if I caused any embarrassment.' Hahahaha. Even Scotty has now joined the Calvin bandwagon! Woop woop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1483519233076959663?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1483519233076959663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1483519233076959663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1483519233076959663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1483519233076959663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/flashback.html' title='FLASHBACK'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/SwG10zWo4OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_pGtJE0r7fA/s72-c/carlton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-7059677379428951388</id><published>2009-11-06T11:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:00:05.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting Tweets</title><content type='html'>I never really thought i'd use twitter as much as I do. Generally thought, whats the point in having something exactly the same as facebook? Little did I know it's not anything like facebook and it's actually quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out some useful, some unuseful and some plain funny things on there. Whether it be that Tim Minchin is on Buzzcocks next week (useful), Tom Mcfly likes to blag free tickets for Greenday shows when some people can't afford to go full stop (unuseful), or Calvin Harris loves to be offered double beans on a little chef breakfast in substitute of something else - 'smashed it' (plain funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far have non-purposefully collected tweets from James Buckley, Calvin Harris and today Tom Fletcher - Mcfly. If anything nice to know they aren't complete hermits from the celebrity world who don't talk to anyone except the people that blag them Greenday tickets. (Yeah, i'm bitter about that! Haha!) I want to go, but can no way afford them and they're on sale today, boo :( Think it would be an amazing show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is reading and wants to buy me some Greenday Wembley Stadium tickets i'm well up for it! 07966 704584 is my number to text :D I'm thinking chances of this are slim to none, but worth a try! Considering I have 2 followers (one of which is Paul and the other Scotty) I'm sure neither of them would treat me to this no matter how nice those boys are. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was devestation city. I drove myself and Becca to Brighton for what was going to be a top night of comedy only to find out Michael McIntyre had cancelled his show because he's got 'flu' - I hope it's swine flu otherwise poor excuse! He better be on top form next Sunday (which is the rescheduled date). There wasn't much else do other than finish our kangeroo in walkabout and pay the £4 for the worthless hours parking in the NCP. Stopped off at Little Chef on the way home, it's so old school they have everything in that place including Little Chef Mints! I was debating buying some for souvenir purposes but they were £1.99 for a really small packet and I thought this was a little steep to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't run out of money by the 15th :/ I shouldn't do...! Here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-7059677379428951388?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7059677379428951388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=7059677379428951388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7059677379428951388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/7059677379428951388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweeting-tweets.html' title='Tweeting Tweets'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-5438660072131189182</id><published>2009-11-04T12:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:45:55.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Microwavable Toilet Roll Tubes</title><content type='html'>Tonight going to see 'Imaginarium of Dr Ponassuss'. There is every chance i've spelt something wrong there but quite frankly I can't be arsed to google it and get it correct. Should be quite good, Heath Ledgers last contibution to film before his untimely death. Dawn and I going to Nandos first - cravings have progressively been getting worse since last Thursday. We were in Brighton when all hope of devouring such delights was dashed right at the very last minute as the queue was out the door and down the street. - Not acceptable. So we're making up for it tonight, fo sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a long awaited hair cut tonight, why my hair decides to grow at the speed of spreading wild fire - i'll never know. Gotta try dash out of work at 4:30pm otherwise i'll be running late for the appointment at 5. Fireworks at St Georges are tonight, so traffic will be a nightmare! (McIntyre GOLD!) Tomorrow is Michael McIntyre, awesome! I'm so so excited! I would imagine there will be a rather large run down of how it went in the next blog - stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some pretty weird dreams recently, which have had me thinking. (Whats new?) I had a dream that I was randomly at a Calvin Harris gig (always a good dream!) and for some odd reason I bought 2 tickets off a random guy and got very excited about it because up until this point it was sold out. So I was sat there all chuffed, then realised what he's actually sold me was a piece of paper saying 'Did you really think i'd sold you tickets? Unlucky love, you've been mugged!' or something to that effect. HOW RUDE! I proceeded to get very upset but then later in the dream I some how got in anyway, don't ask me how, it's a dream, anything can happen in dreams clearly! Inside I saw Dave Seton, I don't think we had a conversation but he had a new girlfriend, - not a clue why this entered my dream?! Long short of it - there was a giant foam pit in the middle of the arena which was fun and at the end I some how met Calvin for a pic. I think i've got too much Calvin on the brain, literally starting to become an unhealthy obsession. :/ Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey has just informed me that Albert (Who is 3 years old) has been asked to bring in some cardboard tubes (kitchen roll, toilet roll etc) to his playschool as they're using them to make something. Oh but hang on, if you bring in toilet roll tubes they have to be MICROWAVED to remove all germs. What a hell load of arse, seriously. Kids are forever sticking their fingers up their noses, hands in their mouths, eating things they're not suppose to, do they really thinking microwaving a toilet roll tube is going to save anyone from death or illness? I wonder if they're giving out instructions on how to microwave a loo roll tube to remove germs? Last time I checked microwaves are for heating/defrosting, no where in the manual does it say 'USE THIS SETTING FOR LOO ROLL DECONTAMINATION'! The world has gone mad. It probably went mad a fair while back to be honest but i'm only just noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-5438660072131189182?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5438660072131189182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=5438660072131189182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5438660072131189182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/5438660072131189182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/microwavable-toilet-roll-tubes.html' title='Microwavable Toilet Roll Tubes'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-325870941431704665</id><published>2009-11-02T10:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:41:46.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Nation</title><content type='html'>A really frickin' good weekend has just passed, so so good i'm going to have to write it all down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was planning a night in, alas that never went to plan and I ended up going to Tiger with the siblings + friends. Zane Lowe was DJing in there on his DJ Hero tour. - It was Incredible! Felt like an age waiting for him to come on, but was totally worth the wait! On his twitter he said he was going to drop Calvin Harris Vs Eric Prydz remix of flashback but either I was too wasted to notice or he didn't play it? He played 'I'm not alone 'though which is ALWAYS nice. So acceptable (In the 80's) Ha! No? Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in Tiger until the end, Damo and Cags disappeared somewhere - snuck off, cheeky! We all went back to Stokesy's for a nightcap and some more tunes! My car was there so Stokesy was kind enough to let me stop on his sofa bed. Slept in my new 'Zane Lowe DJ Hero' t-shirt that I caught! Was most welcome as an extra layer in the cold after we left Tiger for the artic weather. I woke up around 7am decided to drive home as looked an absolute mess! Slept for another couple of hours when I got home before starting my busy day of townage, hair dresser, getting Zombie'd up! I decided to miss footy in favour of the busy day, turns out i'm some kind of jinx as Pompey won a whopping 4-0!!!! Now THAT is what i'm talking about! Hopefully can keep the good form going for Blackburn away this w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night was party at Katrina's and then on to Walkabout - which was surprisingly fun! (Walkabout, not Katrina's, Katrina's was always going to be fun!) It was Halloween dress up so I went as a Zombie, Becca was an impressive Mario, Kate donned hair extensions and was a Nun which looked rad, and Vicki was a Lady Bird. All great costumes I thought! Thriller came on in Walkabout and I proceeded to do the 'thriller dance' whatever that is? I think I just made it up. Vicki has a video of us somewhere - here's hoping she never finds the lead to the camera! Went home about 1:30ish I think as the rest of the guys went to Bar 8 and Vicki said she doesn't enjoy it in there, so if Vicki doesn't enjoy it in there the chances are slim to none that I will! Bec, Vic and I went home, i'm sure the others had a great time, wonder what time they got in?! Hopefully we shall re-group at quiz tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mostly spent in house-lounging clothes (yes that's a type of clothes), doing nothing with my appearance and watching TV. Grandparents came for dinner, my god one of the best roasts i've ever had bar Christmas. (As that is the king of all roasts, obvs!) Dad dropped me to get my car, and I popped round Ab's to get my laptop charger for work but that was about as productive as it got. (Fun huh?) Watched the second half of the City match ish, whilst trying to get a few moments of shut eye. We looked after Ferris all afternoon and my Dad was not too pleased when he came in to find my mum has put our 'best rug' on him to keep him warm, hahah. Awwh, poor little Fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much just sat around waiting for X Factor - again those moronic twins are still in the competition. It's beyond a joke. "What do you call a woman with two cunts?" - "John and Edwards Mother." Some say a bit harsh and uncalled for, I beg to differ! Was very pleased for Danyl as felt so so sorry for him this week. Olly was immense and was obvious he was going to get through. Thought Lloyd would go when it got down to it, but glad Rachel went. She was a tad boring to be honest. Rearranged my CD collection and finally settled down in bed to watch Tim Minchin Live on E4. Good way to round off a quality weekend. Although I think due to the qualityness (yes, a word!) WW may have a slight downfall this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/Su7SIABIPJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/akBSWv0vL_Y/s1600-h/Halloween+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/Su7SIABIPJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/akBSWv0vL_Y/s320/Halloween+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399484038149323922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-325870941431704665?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/325870941431704665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=325870941431704665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/325870941431704665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/325870941431704665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/zombie-nation.html' title='Zombie Nation'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RTBnWNGNQs/Su7SIABIPJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/akBSWv0vL_Y/s72-c/Halloween+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-9108713271354326985</id><published>2009-10-30T12:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:14:51.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Canvas Bags</title><content type='html'>Well isn't that just hilarious? Nice little text from B Moore to inform me of JUST how much of an absolute prick some people can be. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Brighton to see Tim Minchin, - Oh.My.Days. He was WICKED! So so awesome. I definitely regret not finding out about him sooner! A sensational performer, he got a standing ovation, this is how good he is. Playing songs with lyrics "Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger." Hahah. I treated myself to a programme with which I got a free canvas bag, yippee! the only down side was minimal leg room in the Dome but I could definitely deal with it for Tim. I still can't get over how good he was! He rounded the evening off with a really awesome sentimental song about his family too, which was a nice touch. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And if, my baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're twenty-one or thirty-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Christmas comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll know what ever comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your brother and sister and me and your Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be waiting for you in the sun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that? He's Australian so I guess that is what the sun bit is all about. I asked Dawn if it was a bit wrong I found him slightly attractive, luckily she said no and that she liked him too, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking forward to my next comedy venture - Michael McIntyre! I may need to bring some sort of face wipe due to mascara issues which are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling tonight with a movie, and tomorrow - Halloweeeeeen! Yay! Excited for dress up, heheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-9108713271354326985?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9108713271354326985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=9108713271354326985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9108713271354326985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/9108713271354326985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/canvas-bags.html' title='Canvas Bags'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1181452725714938982</id><published>2009-10-27T10:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:04:10.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Seattle</title><content type='html'>I had the most surreal sleep last night, I was SO comfortable all snuggled in the quilt but I think I must have had some weird dreams because I woke up feeling kind of odd. It was pretty dark in the room, I got up to go to the loo (I know you wanted to know that) and I thought to myself 'Hmm must be able 4am' - came back into my room which can only have been 30 - 60 seconds later to what seemed like sudden break of dawn, at this point I realised it was 6:15 and I was due to wake up in 15 minutes anyway. DISAPPOINTED MUCH. I snoozed until 7:15 to make up for it. HA! Take that sleep pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went out with Kate and we pretty much got smashed. I'd been drinking so much Cider recently i'd forgotten what effect vodka has on me. (Not a good one may I add.) Despite this we had an awesome night, I did kareoke...we won't go into that. Ended up after Scandals and Reg in Hampshire Boulevard, probably the biggest gay bar in Portsmouth. By this time i'd already stuck my head in a road traffic cone on the floor of hampshire terrace so to be honest i'd lost the will to care where I was or what music I was attempting 'cool' dance moves to. Had a great time in there until there was some handbags fist fight and we decided to go home. Kate got us some water to drink before bed - I woke up in the morning to an untouched pint of water next to me, hahaha. No wonder I felt hungover to the max. Saturday AND Sunday were spent recovering although Sunday I put my cake talent to use and made a black forest gateau which may I add went down a storm at work! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to quiz as usual but this time Charis and Dan were there! The first time i'd seen them since their pretty awesome wedding in July. Man, I miss her sooooo much! Was great to see her and Dan and they looked extra happy so this was good news all round. We did average in the quiz although I was totally stoked that the randomness of Alan Laws is the reason I knew that Raleigh was a city in North Carolina which was the answer to one of the questions. Made me look smart for all of 10 seconds, totally worth it. Tonight Mother is going to Newton Faulkner at the guildhall, so I will be sat around watching Ugly Betty and being sad over my laptop which bye the way took 'blue screen of death' to a whole other level last night. Instead of the usual crap I get all over the screen it only had a few lines on display one of which said "Fatal System Error". I've come to the conclusion that anything with the word 'fatal' in it is anything but good news. I think we know what i'll be buying with my £2,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy fixed my interior light last night, I didn't even think the 205 had the capability of doing that thing when you open the door the light comes on?! Apparently it does and the light had just broken - whaddya know?! Hoorah! Makes it seem a little more cooler than it already was, although not sure if that is possible cos it is officially the coolest wagon in Portsmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Kate's Halloween party and I am SO excited! Yes yes yes! I've got my Zombie outfit from last year which is still looking pretty great and i've booked in with Daisy to get my hair done on Saturday some crazy haloween style, going all out! Round Kate's for a party, then we're all going out and i'll hopefully meet up with Abs, Ads, Damo, Stokes, Cags, Len + others. Kate's house is going to look like a proper scary grotto! Going to help her decorate on saturday ready for halloween goodness! Hmm crap we're playing Wigan at home, balls. I'm going to have to try and work around this. Hmm early to Kates and hopefully hairdresser after 5?! An actual miracle if I can work this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio for now bambinos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1181452725714938982?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1181452725714938982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1181452725714938982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1181452725714938982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1181452725714938982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleepless-in-seattle.html' title='Sleepless in Seattle'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-3327048274308846139</id><published>2009-10-19T12:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:12:25.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed Kills More People Than Whiskey</title><content type='html'>Greed looks good on nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to Kates, we watched some weird programme about rudetube videos or something. Video that was actually number 1 was not even worthy of being in the top 10 IMO. However, there was a good video about some farmer that put lights on his sheep and they'd run around in different shapes. Looked awesome! Haha. Easily pleased, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was easily the worst day of the weekend. I spent the day getting pissed off at us losing to Spurs even though we definitely didn't deserve to and that little poison swarf got sent off which pleased me and made the pain ever so slightly lighter. I spent the first portion of the night watching X Factor, confirming I love both Olly and Danyl. Olly especially. Mmhm! The later evening consisted of me going to Sarah's birthday party, then being coaxed into going to Yates and spending the rest of the night/early hours of morning being the ultimate 3rd wheel. If there was a prize for biggest 3rd wheel, I would have won it hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday however was AWESOME. Back at Thorpe Park for the second time in 2 weeks, i'm not addicted I swear! Fight Night - 10-10, so freakin' quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The PRINCE Boateng. (More like a king to be fair.)&lt;br /&gt;- Nemesis in the dark&lt;br /&gt;- SAW in the dark&lt;br /&gt;- SAW in the day&lt;br /&gt;- Collosus in general&lt;br /&gt;- Various halloween mazes&lt;br /&gt;- My Dad coming home&lt;br /&gt;- My Mum's cough getting better (for me and for her!)&lt;br /&gt;- Poison Dwarf Defoe being sent off.&lt;br /&gt;- Prince's super goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I dislike this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pompey losing to Spurs after a great performance&lt;br /&gt;- Dindane missing 2 open goals&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Redknapp (in general)&lt;br /&gt;- Pig masked cloaked freaks on SAW&lt;br /&gt;- Man with chainsaw in the Asylum&lt;br /&gt;- Man coming AT me with chainsaw in the Asylum&lt;br /&gt;- PEOPLE IN ASYLUM&lt;br /&gt;- Hellgate&lt;br /&gt;- Jermain Defoe&lt;br /&gt;- My Dad being away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-3327048274308846139?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3327048274308846139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=3327048274308846139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3327048274308846139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/3327048274308846139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/greed-kills-more-people-than-whiskey.html' title='Greed Kills More People Than Whiskey'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4965406323675167660</id><published>2009-10-14T09:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:22:21.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandala</title><content type='html'>After watching a mammoth load of One Tree Hill recently I figure the creator must love Explosions because a lot of the episodes are names after EITS songs, which I think is kind of cool. Just to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I put in lots of hardwork this week on the WW front and was VERY disappointed yesterday. Boo me. Hopefully next week I will start to see results - result! Tonight i'm going to Cinema with Dawny, off to see 'Couples Retreat' which is the new Vince Vaughn movie. If it's not in the least bit good I will be stunned as I freakin' love Vince Vaughn and the goodness he brings to a movie screen. It was either that or some new one with Jennifer Aniston and however good she is in friends most of her movies are generally dull as dish water. Gonna meet for a couple of drinks before hand and then scoot on over to the movie for 21:20. Orange Wednesdays is possibly one of the best things ever to be invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK i'm going to Thorpe Park on Sunday for Fright Night, at least this is the plan. If this turns out not to be the case i'm going to be very sad :o( few people already dropped out but Sara and me are definitely up for it so hopefully we'll still go. Rollercoasters in the dark - I defy anyone who says that isn't awesome! No doubt Scotty will have something to say he always seems to ruin my happy mood, Subo, Senile, Old, Kasabian hating. Pfft. Damn you Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently ordered the White Lies album i'm hoping it will arrive today! £3.98 from amazon, I figured I need to start listening to it because i've got tickets to see him on 1st Dec and need to brush up on the album! 29th Oct i'm off to Brighton with Dawny to see Tim Minchen, shall be awesome for sure then on 5th Nov i've got Michael McIntyre also in Brighton, CANNOT WAIT for McIntyre. He is an absolute legend and I am excited for the prospect of laughing to hard I crack a rib. Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I owned a copy of Lights and Sounds by Yellowcard, I kept hearing songs from this abum on OTH and it just reminded me of about 5 years ago when I used to LOVE them. Not so much now but I wanted to bring back the memories and it was only £1.91 on amazon so....naturally I bought it! I really need some RX Bandits albums in my life too. I have some on copy but they're just literally sensational and definitely one of the best bands i've ever seen live, at least 7 or 8 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just discovered RXB are releasing 'Mandala' on 26th OCT. Best news ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Apparently i've been mugged off. you can already purchase this album on various websites. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4965406323675167660?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4965406323675167660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4965406323675167660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4965406323675167660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4965406323675167660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-watching-mammoth-load-of-one-tree.html' title='Mandala'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1712486118153031557</id><published>2009-10-10T22:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:35:16.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So pretty much the last few weeks have been amazing! Been totally forgetting about issue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, but sadly it's still *THERE*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Seriously did not see this happening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reading back through some previous blogs and felt compelled to say this. I wrote the above comment back in July and I distinctly remember Simon reading it and saying 'you referred to me as Numero Uno' - Hahaha, I just sort of went along with it but for the record I most definitely wasn't referring to him. It was just one of my many issues, the issue that is always there. But I don't mind it so much anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been at Bec's tonight watching X Factor, totally loved Danyl - thought Dannii was bang out of order. Also big love for Olly! Said bye to her as she's off to Cuba tomorrow night for 15 whole days, I will miss her dearly. Hmph :( Got Fright Night next Sunday though to cheer me up, well excited! Will be a world away from the last time I was at thorpe park, still SO stoked about that btw! Hoorah!!! I keep waking up and thinking about it, and how freakin' AWESOME it is/was. Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great time at the balti house last night with the work peeps, although definitely did not have a great time when I accidentally headbutted a glass straight on. I was laughing hysterically at something I can only imagine wasn't even that funny because I can't even remember what it is now, when I stupid dipped my head and cracked it straight on a glass. Right between the eyes! It now hurts severely to even frown or raise my eye brows. Having any sort of emotion which involves eye brows is not an option. Bad times. I don't even think anybody saw me do it! I kind of had to carry on laughing and laughing so much I shed tears in the hope I would cover it up that they're not tears of laughter rather tears of physical PAIN. I seriously do not even know how I managed to hit it so hard. OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for parents to return from holiday on Monday mostly so I can tell them ALL about the show! Also partly because I am rubbish at keeping a 3 bedroom house tidy! Although I do deserve some sort of credit because I have cleaned the kitchen, watered the plants AND put 3 loads of washing on! Check me out. Housewife at the ready, woohoo! Tomorrow is the day for visiting grandparents and maybe attempting tocook some kind of one man roast. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How much am I loving Season 3 Gossip Girl, All seasons One Tree Hill and NEW GREYS! TV whore for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1712486118153031557?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1712486118153031557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1712486118153031557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1712486118153031557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1712486118153031557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-1327011002820730090</id><published>2009-10-09T14:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:54:24.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/do_you_remember_the_things_you_were_worrying/296738.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember the things you were worrying about a year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did they work out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Didn't you waste a lot of fruitless energy on accout of most of them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Didn't most of them turn out all right after all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I was worrying about a year ago, were not things to be worried about. The things I was thinking exactly a year ago, i'm still thinking about today and for this reason I should possibly be slightly worried. I've always wanted to be such a care free person, live life to the full, not care what anyone else thinks etc. I suppose I do, do this to an extent, but not as much as I would like. How did it work out? Well it worked out possibly the worst anything could work out ever. If anyone is thinking that i'm making no sense or waffling on about a load of rubbish then you'd be right but I don't write this down for anybodys benefit but mine. Didn't you waste a lot of fruitless energy on account of most of them? Yes, I absolutely, 100%, did.  Although, even though I definitely regard it as the biggest waste of my time, I don't think I have any regrets. (Yeah, I appreciate that doesn't make any sense either.) Didn't most of them turn out all right after all? No, no it definitely did not. Maybe for one party but not the other. It's a difficult feeling to keep detained, to keep down, to keep and never let up. I'm pretty sure this isn't the way things are suppose to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from any old emotions, I am really enjoying the seasonal weather. It's got that cosey wintery feel. It's freezing cold outside, I can't wait for it to get colder! I'm going to purchase big scarves and thick jumpers! Also a pair of boots is must, going to spend a teensy bit of cash on those! The air has that winter smell, which i'm sure is probably some sort of pollution but it works for me. Soon it'll feel just like last year;- aimlessly driving around in the 205, listening to Kings of Leon, over thinking everything and singing at the top of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the present it's the balti house and albert road visit tonight. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - It's hidden very well these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-1327011002820730090?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1327011002820730090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=1327011002820730090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1327011002820730090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/1327011002820730090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-difference-year-makes-no.html' title='What a difference a year makes, no?'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2580028434406708555</id><published>2009-10-08T11:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:53:12.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BUZZING!</title><content type='html'>And given I don't like bee's this is extraordinary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mate, seriously, so freakin' awesome! A nice little pay check coming my way early next year, I CANNOT WAIT! Gina Yashere is clearly a legend and I can't believe I didn't realise this sooner. All hail Gina, cos she is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and I mean NOTHING is going to bring me down from this awesome week not even the idiot who thinks he can text me with a 'good luck' and think it's okay! How about "hello"? How about "how are you doing since I WAS A COMPLETE DOUCHBAG?" But no! Oh well, if you're reading this, I am fine! Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't actually wait until my parents get back from hols so I can tell them all about it! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW is in full force and so far so good. Seen some old pics of me today that Kate had kindly added to facebook, they are so funny. Ah, the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to buzzing because I have had the COOLEST week ever. Caio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2580028434406708555?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2580028434406708555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2580028434406708555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2580028434406708555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2580028434406708555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/buzzing.html' title='BUZZING!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-8783122739481678861</id><published>2009-10-07T11:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:36:47.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day EVER!</title><content type='html'>So Monday was pretty much the best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say huge amounts about it but it was literally awesome, watch out for me on TV sometime between January 2010 and beginning of Summer 2010! Channel Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL TO THE YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-8783122739481678861?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8783122739481678861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=8783122739481678861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8783122739481678861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/8783122739481678861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-day-ever.html' title='Best day EVER!'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-4344299712362988622</id><published>2009-09-16T20:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:45:50.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all yellow</title><content type='html'>I feel rather amazing today. I'm not sure why I was even bothered a couple of days back, clearly not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooo looking forward to this weekend! So so so excited I can't contain myself. COLDPLAY - I can't wait for the show, it's just going to be amazing. I can't believe Abs is in NYC. I'm very jealous about this, however, Coldplay at Wembley is not a bad second best ;) Looking forward to seeing this town house in kings cross too! Lots of pics will be taken and muchos fun is to be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching VMA's AGAIN. I keep seeing stuff I missed though! Kanye West totally dissed Taylor Swift, it was all very rude. Lady Gaga looked like a completed wacko, which i'm fairly sure she is tbh. Why would you wear an outfit that covered your entire face with a lace crown?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else think Perez Hilton is pretty much the most annoying person ever? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Champions League but have been sidetracked again...whoops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-4344299712362988622?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4344299712362988622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=4344299712362988622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4344299712362988622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/4344299712362988622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-all-yellow.html' title='It was all yellow'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715785830830089248.post-2658411015932471701</id><published>2009-09-14T11:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:02:26.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCER</title><content type='html'>CANCER - The Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most amazing kisser, very high appeal.&lt;br /&gt;A Cancer's Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane respectfully speaking. &lt;br /&gt;They perfected sex and do it often. &lt;br /&gt;Extremely random.&lt;br /&gt;An Ultimate Freak.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. &lt;br /&gt;Most cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.  Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare Spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you should hold on to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think many of these are true about me, and i'm quite alarmed with 'An Ultimate Freak' hahahaha, oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain emails are definitely not to be followed! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7715785830830089248-2658411015932471701?l=emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2658411015932471701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7715785830830089248&amp;postID=2658411015932471701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2658411015932471701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7715785830830089248/posts/default/2658411015932471701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyssupercoolthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/cancer.html' title='CANCER'/><author><name>EMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09425151285435401702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CI3cjrBpMo/Tkz-TiReGUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ikcdkZo3RJY/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
