<?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-727414764032292773</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:35:27.210-07:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='party'/><category term='holiday lake scenery'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='people'/><category term='sports sprint sun tutor'/><category term='I'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='movies food woods pictures'/><category term='friends'/><category term='argument science drawing music'/><title type='text'>My Lifeee :P</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-7751618390121760688</id><published>2010-07-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:54:23.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly Getting Stranded! 25th July 10</title><content type='html'>Last night we watched Chicago which is different but fantastic all the same! It gave me goosebumps with the spectacular dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother stayed up till 12 reading. I have to share a room with him which isn't ideal! Since he moans at me constantly like he just did because I left the door of our bedroom open. I didn't want it to make a noise and wake him up but it obviously didn't make a difference seeing as now we're all flopped on bouncy sofas chatting over coffee!&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a massive round of golf! The course is huge and it's brilliant! Only Dad played. Me and Josh were caddies while Mum was being attacked by flies carrying the laptop case. In the clubhouse the internet didn't work, which was expected, so I couldn't write up my blog! Mum and me had a chat about the holiday and that it hasn't really started yet so we shouldn't moan about it so much, especially Josh. But he perked up after the golf and I nearly got a lily pad flower. I really want one because they're exceptionally beautiful! Even though we nearly got hit in the head with a golf ball it brightened the day, literally! Roast dinner soon!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was hilarious! Apart from the fact that I firmly told Josh to stop making the holiday revolve around him and no one else. The place where we were told to sit was in a huge sports hall that looked like a church and because of a large row of yellow curtains that stretched along one wall, a private morgue! There were enough old people to make a morgue by the looks of it! Although there was was guy, really handsome and about my age. He sat in a perfect spot where I could check him out because thankfully my gaydar had clicked when I spotted him! A couple of times we locked eyes and I got a crackling warm feeling in my stomach. I tried to flirt but it's hard when you can't talk. Then we left and I hope with all of my heart that I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we set off to a beach about 10 minutes away and the sea was surprisingly warm, my mum told me, unlike the cold ice cream we had! Mum looked at the craft fair but didn't buy anything then after that Dad lost the keys to the car and got all uptight in a panic. Luckily, we found them where we sat down for a bit on the beach, thanks to me drawing in the sand we remembered the location! Panic over I reassured everyone until we got home after singing to the radio and crashing out on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, which was only little because of our glorious lunch earlier. We joked about chavs and played Go Fish and Snap as well as trying to show off our magic skills! Then we went inside to watch some telly and the flies kept buzzing around annoying me as usual. After chuckling at the latest episode of The IT Crowd we went to bed, trying to work out what the evolution of farts would sound like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-7751618390121760688?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7751618390121760688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/nearly-getting-stranded-25th-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/7751618390121760688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/7751618390121760688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/nearly-getting-stranded-25th-july-10.html' title='Nearly Getting Stranded! 25th July 10'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-531067715475364506</id><published>2010-07-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:09:13.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday lake scenery'/><title type='text'>Arriving at the Holiday Shack! 24th July 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ7SOYlDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/fopIZ5IyWhk/s1600/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500086229211090642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ7SOYlDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/fopIZ5IyWhk/s320/DSC00062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning finding myself looking at a blue sea of duvet. I ate a coissant but while I was making it dance it fell from my up bed onto then carpet, teches you not to play with your food! So I had to get down the ladder and pick it off the floor to finish it. I was going to take my plate and my drink of orange squash to watch tv but my mum told me to get dressed, so I did. Then I stayed in my room while thinking of a medley of songs to sing. I'm in charge of the beautiful pictures that are going to be taken on this holiday! I'm excited! Even if my mum and brother aren't. I want to get out into the fresh air and sunshine and luagh with nature! I'm listening to Heart radio, which makes summer all the more happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it! I thought we were going to get lost but thank god we didn't! It's just like I wanted it to be here. With large, sunny fields of golden grass swaying in the breeze and a glistening lake. Hopefully, we'll be able to go fishing at some point in this holiday. A golf course is close too and we drove through it to get to the reception. I thought it was dangerous in case someone hit a golf ball and it smashed the window! When my mum and dad came out of reception they told us that our lodge was called Yellow Hammer after the bird, which is a coincidence because my family supports West Ham or The Hammers. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500087523728069202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ8dk1eklI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wa3SjH5I380/s320/DSC00052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lodge is very calm-looking with all the shades of blue, it smells and looks clean and it's only fault is that I have to share a room with my brother! As I unpacked the car there was a boy around my age playing football outside so I took most of the heavy bags in order to impress him. Now, we are watching tv while mum unpacks and cleans up. It feels like we've never left home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500086883239027762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ74S0_ZDI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wdl7ZwTubPE/s320/DSC00064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for two walks around the lake, one with my dad, I took lots of pictures with the worst quality camera for this blog. Then once with my mum and my brother taking pictures with the video camera, which was better this time. I had to get a photo of the clay pidgeon shooting sign because it excited me that I might be able to do it! On my second walk with mum and Josh he moaned about what he was missing and that meant I had to reassure mum which I thought I did quite well. Later, at dinnertime I had to do the same thing but this time it was about this swearing competition we had come up with. Josh had sworn on purpose many times before the competition had even really heated up. Mum announced that the winner, who swore the least, at the end of the week would be awarded £20. So, Josh naturally got annoyed and I agreed that we should equalise and start again, even though I was winning. Good old me! Now I'm off for a walk! Should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now we were watched by cameras and attacked by midges! As we walked around the golf course at a late time the security cameras followed us around as we assessed the course and wandered around a different lake with a dead fish and a rowing boat! Insects s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ7kuhndNI/AAAAAAAAADg/58yJTVUOdZg/s1600/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500086547076576466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ7kuhndNI/AAAAAAAAADg/58yJTVUOdZg/s320/DSC00065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;warmed around my dads head on the way back and we found some rodent and insect baiting stations which really made me feel positive about the accomodation! Now we're back at base after checking out the clay pidgeon shooting field and surrounding scenery. I'm watching two families fishing each showing off to one another while sitting on the veranda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are loads of swifts here, riding on the breeze. Gracefully dive bombing into the long swaying grass that I long to fall into and clamber through until I get lost. The ripplings of the lake enhances the mystery of it's murky depths. I wonder what the reed beds hold. Many birds have called and spoken from within it so they must gather there to make their nests. I love writing. "You fill a page with the breathings of your heart." - William Wordsworth. I feel like I can express myself and my emotion through the words, when I want it to something just clicks and ignites a flame of passion inside me to write. I couldn't write books though. I've tried but I've never made a plan for what happens in the story. So even though I love writing and want to share my love for it with you, I couldn't be an author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500087103287456978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ8FGkn9NI/AAAAAAAAADw/YHVmSzM6LQ4/s320/DSC00067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought was writing this blog because I was bored and had nothing else to do. But now I understand that I enjoy it. The light's starting to go now and I've written 4 pages. I think I'll leave it there for today. Until tomorrow, where a new dawn and adventures await. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/727414764032292773-531067715475364506?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/531067715475364506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/arriving-at-holiday-shack-24th-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/531067715475364506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/531067715475364506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/arriving-at-holiday-shack-24th-july-10.html' title='Arriving at the Holiday Shack! 24th July 10'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQ7SOYlDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/fopIZ5IyWhk/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-2470648705453390101</id><published>2010-07-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:30:41.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEoKVZ4GXYI/AAAAAAAAADI/CdRdmXm5f7s/s1600/pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497217657998826882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEoKVZ4GXYI/AAAAAAAAADI/CdRdmXm5f7s/s320/pillows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum woke me up! And I felt lovely and groggy as usual! So I ate a chocolate brioche then went downstairs to watch tv and snuggle into my mum! She'd been to Tesco's at 7 so there was a feast of stuff on the counter! I stayed watching SpongeBob SquarePants though and texted Frances about the arrangements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a doctors appointment about my cluster of verucas on my foot at 9:30 so I hopped into the car and went to see Dr. Quinn. Snivvling and crying kids welcomed me into the surgery and my name was quickly called. So we explained to the doctor and he recommended some medication because the infection was too big to freeze, also we added in my problem about my voice and where I could get counselling about it. He recommended a place for people around my age and in the area so I'm probably going to book an appointment and go in some time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw Amber walking towards Fances' house with two massive bags and an umbrella! Once I'd got in to speak to the doctor my phone vibrated constantly in my pocket nagging me as if it was asking me where I was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my mum dropped me off at Frances' and I got lumbered with cooking all the party food. I tell you now, I would never be able to work in a restaurant kitchen! Just heating up frozen food got me all in a fluster with washing the trays, watching the time, drying everything and getting the boxes ready. Whereas they were just doing their make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gunna head off home until they realized they had to have more hands to carry stuff up the hill to the bus stop. So they wanted me to get on the bus, go back on my own, then get the bus to the party later on in the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'd cooked the food and now all I had to worry about was getting everyone to the venue all by myself. Charley refused a lift and said she'd go on the bus instead, which even my &lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt; found weird! I got my duvet ready to take and in the car I was rung by Jacob who wanted a lift so we picked him up. When we got there we were the second latest there and we were the leaders of this operation. Even though I didn't know which bus stop to catch the bus at or where we were going! Henry hadn't gotten up yet, so he didn't meet us there on time. But after each heated call with Amber we finally got on the right bus and I was pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I journey was fun sat next to Aimee Turner! She kept me calm. I didn't recognise the route because I hadn't been on the bus that particular way before so everyone was freaking out! But I recognised the stop and we got to the house! So altogether a good journey thanks to me shouting at everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got there Amber and Frances took all the credit for my hard work, I didn't get any. So I felt a bit low and Jacob cheered me up. So we started flirting and I told him I was gay and he said that it was disgusting. Which was nice. Charley kept me happy though! As we play fought eachother with cushions and wrestled on the floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500061989225907618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TFQlPRZwRaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qNYOFPDvEQQ/s320/Me+eating+flapjack!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home... watched a nice film and now I'm being cast off here to read and then sleep! I won't type until next Saturday seeing as I'm on holiday but I'll write a diary when I'm there and I'll type it up when I get back! Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/727414764032292773-2470648705453390101?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2470648705453390101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/2470648705453390101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/2470648705453390101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-day.html' title='Party Day!!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEoKVZ4GXYI/AAAAAAAAADI/CdRdmXm5f7s/s72-c/pillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-5374287190875605164</id><published>2010-07-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:56:51.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Party Preparation Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEifjQ2p_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/ojCR8KXbHVg/s1600/bus!"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496818773374139874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEifjQ2p_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/ojCR8KXbHVg/s320/bus!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day that had been arranged for a long time! Frances wanted to throw a house party, but not a house party because that sounds too daunting and scary, for Laszlo leaving and also testing out this house her Grandma had moved out of but still owns. She sold it but the couple that are buying it are moving in in the autumn. So it was empty and we found an awesome use for it! I got up at 9:25 first day of the summer holidays and found my brother watching tv, he left at quarter past 11 to pick up Mark! I thought he was gunna be late to give me a lift to Oakley Vets by quarter to 12. But he wasn't and I felt happy on a full tummy after two chocolate brioches and also because the music being played in his car made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got there on time and Frances wasn't there, she's never on time, so I texted her letting her know that I was on my way through Emmer Green Field towards her house on the magical orange path! We must have someone gone past eachother different ways because I ended up at her house and she was on the orange path! So we were later than Amber when she had to get the bus all the way down and Charley was already there. Frances had taking ages seeing as Amber had phoned her for ages preventing her from being able to wash her hair! We got to Iceland anyway and I was very embarassed that we were late. Frances said she wasn't though which is a bit weird, so I said, "Why not? I thought you were posh?" And she replied. "I'm not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;posh! I don't wanna be posh anymore." So we met Amber and Charley while I contemplated this but I quickly forgot about this when the problem of what type of food we were going to choose arose. "Do you think we should get that one?" Just get it! I mean it's only about one pound, just bung it in the trolley! So I left to sit with Charley outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a homeless woman and her dog that Charley had noticed so she went up to the dog and stroked it. She wants to befriend all animals you see. My mum says touching strangers dogs is unsafe because they could be unclean or hold a disease. But, that's Charley for you, giving me a can of her fizzy drink and handing the woman her spare change. She has a big heart. I felt a bit guilty because I didn't want to approach the lady and her dog because I was frightened, so I made up some stupid excuse that I had to guard the bags. Once Charley had come back she waqs considering buying her some scotch eggs for the dog to eat aswell. But I said that she shouldn't be so caring and she replied that she wasn't caring enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber and Frances raided the money all I had in my wallet when I still had to catch the bus back home from Woodley where the party house was! Luckily, we didn't have to carry the vast amounts of carrier bags left, Frances' mum came to pick us up! So, we threw all the stuff in the boot and Charley went to walk home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house had a freezer so we pulled up there first and raided my house for anything else other than the stuff I'd already picked out! Once we were done we went back to Frances' and got stuff from there aswell! Our raid run was going well! We had even evaded Frances' dad because he didn't know about the party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEihEKgfYvI/AAAAAAAAADA/1qT0tQUybfo/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496820438117868274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEihEKgfYvI/AAAAAAAAADA/1qT0tQUybfo/s320/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Amber's, the last on our raid run, we got some more goodies! I also met her Grandma but didn't really talk to her as I was only in the house a minute and she was in the toilet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All set, we were dropped off at the bungalow, or should I say venue for our party? It was the first time me and Amber had seen it and it was really nice! Frances' mum went into the town square leaving us with all the setting up information we needed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had transformed the old bungalow into a comfy sociable space! With our job done we had to go and shop in the town square for a few more bits and bobs. In Waitrose we bought some cups and plates but all I was doing was looking at a really nice looking guy! At the till I knew Amber could tell I was checking him out. But I have a boyfriend so I wouldn't have said anything to him. Plus my gaydar's rubbish! I'm getting better though! Frances' mum was behind us at the same till trying to by very discrete and hiding! But we found her and laughed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we got some very nice chips and sat in a wooden gazebo in the pouring rain! People are fascinating. We watched them and laughed for a while until we saw one of our History teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEihEKgfYvI/AAAAAAAAADA/1qT0tQUybfo/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496820438117868274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEihEKgfYvI/AAAAAAAAADA/1qT0tQUybfo/s320/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain had died down a bit so we legged it through all the puddles and past the tidal waves of water from the passing cars until we reached the house. We then tried out some of the karaoke CD's and had a laugh until it was 5, then we decided to head off into the thunder storm in out soaking wet shoes to catch the bus. We braved it because it was going to take too long for the rain to die down. I wish we hadn't. Everywhere was flooding and the raindrops were so huge! I was glad when we sat down under the bus shelter! Nick phoned me and I couldn't hear him over the bus traffic! My mum had phoned me before that and like with Nick the phone kept hanging up in the middle of our conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus it was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;loud and vibrated loads! We spoke about Kyle and him and Frances' relationship. I said I couldn't give her advise because she said that boys were just a waste of space. I found that offensive! In the rush hour traffic we waved and smiled at some lovely people in their cars! Like Mole Boy and the Happy and Cranky Woman! You do get some strange characters! Also, every other car had a smoker in it which even I found worrying. We waved and blow kissed our friends good bye when we reached our stop and left Amber to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEifwXmMtLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XJPmeUk9DuQ/s1600/traffic_jam_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496818998522459314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEifwXmMtLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XJPmeUk9DuQ/s320/traffic_jam_web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home very damp and wet and late for dinner. I spoke to Kial on the phone. Now I'm cosy and warm in dry clothes. Mum and dad are eating out tonight so Josh has his friends round. I'll write to you about the party tomorrow! &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/727414764032292773-5374287190875605164?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5374287190875605164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-preparation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5374287190875605164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5374287190875605164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-preparation-day.html' title='Party Preparation Day!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEifjQ2p_eI/AAAAAAAAACw/ojCR8KXbHVg/s72-c/bus!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-1046927465683453025</id><published>2010-07-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:34:42.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of Year 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEdn65BNTfI/AAAAAAAAACo/vhDakN_y9cQ/s1600/eclipse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496476131664940530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEdn65BNTfI/AAAAAAAAACo/vhDakN_y9cQ/s320/eclipse.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today knowing that it was the last day of year 10. I was excited and ready to start. I didn't phone Kial this morning seeing as the landline phone bill was run up to £120 because of me. It doesn't help that I'm an hour and a half over my minutes on my mobile either. But enough about worrying about that, I opened up all my problems about my life to my mum last night. So I'm gunna get counselling for my insecurities about my voice. Wish should be fun and pleasing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to school I went to Chinese first and wrote my Drama Evaluation essay while listening and singing to Glee and eating spring rolls! ICT we did nothing because it was our teachers last day so she put on some music from Spotify and we danced to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In tutor we took the register and reminisced about the times when Miss Neill thought we were year 11's and how we used to go through the English corridor so that Amber could wait for her ex boyfriend Ollie. Oh how the sun came out when we sang and danced our way throught those times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By third period we were in Maths which was another pointless lesson with cranky, pregnant lady; Miss Flynn. All we did was watch, well not really watch, a dated programme about a hotel which made no sense! Instead a quiz about Harry Potter quotes arose because Amber's such a nerd she can recite the whole film off by heart! I didn't take part though because I didn't know as much as them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth period was when we all went to our tutors for relaxing and talking time before we went to the award giving ceremony. Which I got nothing for and I felt a bit disappointed because I take part in a lot of things at school. Oh well, at least I'm a prefect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this we'd arranged to go and watch Eclipse, so me, Amber and Frances walked back to my house so I could get my money. I heard that my brother passed his driving test so I was very pleased for him and told him that when he drove up the road and tooted at me! Anyway, we waited at the bus stop for a while because the bus was 7 minutes late and we chatted about relationships and problems. Chavs got onto the bus once we'd been on it for a couple of stops and they spat out the window which I found revolting. Amber just laughed and I rolled my eyes. We got into town and I had mentioned beforehand that I wanted to go to Macdonalds for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered 9 nuggets, medium chips and a medium lemonade to take out but then it ended up that we stayed in and checked out guys. One of these guys was apparently Frances' half brother but I don't know if I trust her, he seemed nice though because I was waiting outside the toilets for the girls and he walked past me twice and smiled. In Macdonalds, Laszlo popped up out of the blue! So we talked to Richard, him and Patrick for a bit to kill some time until the film started. I was scared as I made my way anxiously around a cleaning supervisor who threatened to call security on us because Frances purposely spilled her Mars milkshake on the floor, he said he'd remember our faces. He didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film was good. It was exciting and funny, thrilling and romantic. I think Edward is better looking than Jacob but Amber disagrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to Amber's because Frances cleverly left her stuff there making us walk all the way back. But my mum said I could catch the 24 bus back, which we did. I said good bye to Frances and got back home and had fish cakes for dinner with my mum. I watched tv until I got a phone call from Kial. Cleaned the hamsters and then had a bath and here I am! Night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-1046927465683453025?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1046927465683453025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-year-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/1046927465683453025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/1046927465683453025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-of-year-10.html' title='Last Day Of Year 10!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEdn65BNTfI/AAAAAAAAACo/vhDakN_y9cQ/s72-c/eclipse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-2289684758710724018</id><published>2010-07-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:38:27.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Dodgeball Dodging Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJk9h9xtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8A-E0OJYeHY/s1600/jaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020557105055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJk9h9xtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8A-E0OJYeHY/s320/jaws.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got in from school. I've had an alright day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up early to wash my hair and get ready, so when I was on the phone to Kial on the way I was really awake and he was really wasn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to school once he'd said goodbye because he was late. I went to geography and watched a movie about poverty in South Africa sat next to Amber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to Drama and played loads of Drama games. But I didn't get a slip of paper that had information about our essays we had to write on them and Miss Mundy didn't give me one either so I'm gunna be in trouble on our last day of school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In tutor my report got sent in the post, which is inconvenient seeing as I'll get it tomorrow and we had to fill in these forms about work experience and what we wanted to do in the future. I went to a primary school and really enjoyed it so I decided that I would consider teaching as a future. What I really want to do and specialise in is performing arts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break was boring talking about how everyone didn't want to do Games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJ0chBvFI/AAAAAAAAACg/GQK4iHE-ZRA/s1600/dodgeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020823120657490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJ0chBvFI/AAAAAAAAACg/GQK4iHE-ZRA/s320/dodgeball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Games we played dodgeball. Where all the guys get psyched up and angry, so I was scared. I was in a team where there was only one chav so I took that as a positive point. Everyone thinks I'm crap at sport but I just don't try because of the pressure building up so much that if you get something wrong you'll get humiliated and laughed at. So when I heard Yasir say; "Come on &lt;em&gt;man Rowan's &lt;/em&gt;still in." I stood my ground and emerged as the last dodgeball player left on the court against three. I can't throw. I can admit that I throw like a girl. So I got jeered at, until I lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was even worse because Amber told me how much Frances talked about Kial and how much better she would be for him than me. We watched Jaws which is really unrealistic and not frightening at all, Amer didn't think so so she went next door and watched Marley and Me instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJqRBjgrI/AAAAAAAAACY/4EkP_j1zQPY/s1600/marley+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496020648237171378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJqRBjgrI/AAAAAAAAACY/4EkP_j1zQPY/s320/marley+and+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was when Izzy and Jacob were shaking in their boots about their audition speeches for Head Boy and Head Girl. Izzy had a music video of her singing Ke$ha - Tik Tok but she changed the words to make it into her own funny little lyrics, so kind of like a school parody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wake up in the morning feeling like Head Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab my jumper I'm off to school I'm gunna change the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I leave, drink my tea and eat my cornflakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz I know at school I won't eat till break!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jacob was going for the sympathy vote, X Factor style, by making sure that Mr, Royale knew about his grandad being on his death bed. Jacob was being very clingy and saying "I love you." Which I found confusing, I have my suspicions. Which brings up the subject of Amber and Laszlo fancying eachother but Laszlo's leaving to America on Saturday. Nathan Luker fancies her too though, so maybe something will happen there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry last and everyone was weary so I played most of the games loaded onto Becca's blackberry! Miss Cooke, crazy woman, told me to put it away though so that gave Fern leeway to nag me about copying up her work faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with Charley under the green gazebo as arranged earlier in the day and Sasha arrived to give her phone back and she walked with us too because she lives really close to Charley. We spoke about my private life which I felt a bit wary about seeing as I don't trust Sasha much. But I just want to be open about things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got home and it had been a scorcher of a day so I was glad when I quenched my thirst! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of year 10 tomorrow.. &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/727414764032292773-2289684758710724018?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2289684758710724018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangerous-dodgeball-dodging-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/2289684758710724018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/2289684758710724018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangerous-dodgeball-dodging-day.html' title='Dangerous Dodgeball Dodging Day!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEXJk9h9xtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8A-E0OJYeHY/s72-c/jaws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-6433027911115324012</id><published>2010-07-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:25:58.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Award Ceremony Performance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESYpCXsf1I/AAAAAAAAACI/uKVEsRHbqUM/s1600/Highdown+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495685276077162322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESYpCXsf1I/AAAAAAAAACI/uKVEsRHbqUM/s320/Highdown+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I texted Kial at 3 in the morning to tell him I wanted to phone him at 8. The birds were singing and it was starting to get light by this time so I became restless in my sleep. So I got up feeling weary and ate a stale coissant. I rung Kial but his phone was off so I started off to meet Richard. We got to Chinese and I learnt what a clock, washing machine, cooker and CD player was which was because Amber was late so she couldn't distract me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second period I got to miss Chemistry, that was good because our teacher's a tad bit crazy, in order to rehearse for this performance me and my friend Beth got chosen to do for the talented student awards. I didn't get nominated so I didn't get a srystal glass paper weight but I didn't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go to tutor because I had to rehearse so I missed getting my report and after that was break, which was the same as any other break. I spoke to Izzy which was nice because I love her to pieces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third period Mrs. Flynn didn't seem all that happy about us leaving to rehearse, she seemed a bit depressed to be honest, but me, Beth and Jake (Beth's boyfriend) decided that it might be because she's heavily pregnant and hates our class. So we rehearsed some more and I felt a bit deserted whilst Beth and Jake had there couple romance happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth period was science again, but it was physics this time with Mr, Haskins and we did practical all lesson making electrical circuits and Fern always makes it fun so I didn't get too bored! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was cut short by the performance. But it was opened by Jacob asking me, "Are you gay?" Which was nice, I wanted to say yes for once and I nearly did. Beth came and collected me and we went to the new hall. She went to get a guitar whilst I stayed with Mr. Santer, who should be the head of music but apparently he's too young which is probably a load of rubbish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance went superbly well event though Mrs. VOD, our music teacher, could tell we were nervous but that faded away as the song went on. I also got complimented quite a lot by my Headmaster, Mr. Royale, and also other people that were in the audience. I caught up with Charlotte Orchard because we hadn't spoken in a while, then I met walked with Amber to meet Charley. She told me how Frances fancied Kial and she wouldn't stop going on about it in Science, which really hurt me. Also apparently she said that she was gunna convert him because she was better than me and she was blonde. I was wondering whether Amber was just trying to stir things up but she wouldn't upset me on purpose like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moaned all the way to Charley's house saying that I was going to just give up. She's my Agony Aunt so she raised my chin a bit. But it was when I got home and spoke to Kial on my mobile for ages and asked him about Frances that I felt better. I asked him out he said yes. Which didn't exactly help my mixed up situation but I won't tell you about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and Dad got home so I watched a bit of tv on my own until dinner. That's when I came on here. Write to you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-6433027911115324012?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6433027911115324012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/award-ceremony-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/6433027911115324012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/6433027911115324012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/award-ceremony-performance.html' title='Award Ceremony Performance!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESYpCXsf1I/AAAAAAAAACI/uKVEsRHbqUM/s72-c/Highdown+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-8310024927505762822</id><published>2010-07-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:01:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Kial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESSxRnOP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KXcn5Gfy_2k/s1600/At+Balmore+Park!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495678820538007538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESSxRnOP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KXcn5Gfy_2k/s320/At+Balmore+Park!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about yesterday.. it was a very emotionally hectic day so I didn't get any time to write this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and texted Kial to see what the arrangements were and if he was still coming down. He wanted to meet me, seeing as he really liked me and was incredibly jealous of "London Guy". I know I'm an internet slut but there's only one person I'm interested in now and that's him. He came online after I'd been moaned at by my mum for logging on so early and he said he was still going to visit me but with his gay friend Nick instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to Frances before that trying to arrange something else to do because I wasn't expecting him to actually show up. But he did. I wanted Charley my bi sexual friend to come along because I felt more comfortable with her seeing as I can talk to her about the whole sexuality thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mum gave me a lift to Frances' and we walked to Charley's to knock for her and she opened the door just when we were about to knock and it scared the living daylights out of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESS4uMe8fI/AAAAAAAAACA/BSmvAT43Yk4/s1600/Day+at+Sandy+Park!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495678948469567986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESS4uMe8fI/AAAAAAAAACA/BSmvAT43Yk4/s320/Day+at+Sandy+Park!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Balmore Park and sat there for a while taking pictures and climbing trees when my brother and his girlfriend Hannah walked past so I said, "Hey!" Trying not to embarass him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at my phone waiting for a text from Kial to see when he would arrive, seeing as I could hear the trains passing by I started wondering if he was on one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to get chips because Charley was making Frances hungry for them! But when we walked into Caversham the chip shop was closed so we went to the newsagents next door and bought a drink each. While we were doing this Kial phoned me to tell me he was in Northcamp station and the train to Reading was gunna take an hour to get there so they'd arrive at 5:5. Which gave me no time with them whatsoever seeing as I had to leave at 7:40. With that in mind we went to Sandy Park and laughed at couples canoodling and Charley's resistant materials teacher with a guy who looked like he fancied him. He was being very open with himself you see? And we took some pictures of us sat on a bench as chavs from our school walked past, also orange, fat bellied topless men walked past so Charley decided they were oompa loompas which made me roll around in fits of laughter! Frances wasn't looking too well so we went on a hunt into Caversham again to find her some food but all the shops had shut and before we knew it it was time to meet Kial at the station. We were late so it made it even more embarassing when we met them. We were on the phone to eachother and he could see me for ages but I couldn't spot him until I looked around a sign and saw him. He has black flicky hair, he plays with it and wringes his hands with a really cute smile. He was blushing as well as me and he has the nicest voice and eyes. Charley was trying to get Nick to leave us alone together but we always ended up together again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our introductions we walked to Sandy Park and settled there again and had a laugh. My allibi was to be picked up at Frances' at 7. The girls went off without me at 6:35 and I didn't want to leave at 6:40. I hugged Kial for the most amount of time I've ever hugged someone before and was very apologetic about not being able to stay with them longer. It was 6:50. So I started sprinting when my phone rang and I panicked babbling nonsense into the phone to my mum. So I got picked up outside the Esso garage and made up a very unreliable back story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was suspicious and so was my dad after he'd seen me looking sullen during dinner. My mum suspected something was up. So I told her all about what was happening with certain people and relationships and the pressure of being in one. I had a bath and then decided to tell my mum that I met up with Kial and Nick and had lied to her, I knew she wouldn't be pleased about this seeing as she hates me lying and she wants me to be safe more than anything. Which is exactly what she said whilst we were cleaning out my two hamsters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually she said that she was glad that I had told her and we'd figure something out. I doubt she'll come with me to see Kial. If anything she'll try and stop it. But I really want to see him again. I miss him. Onto the next day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/727414764032292773-8310024927505762822?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8310024927505762822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-kial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/8310024927505762822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/8310024927505762822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-kial.html' title='Meeting Kial!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TESSxRnOP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KXcn5Gfy_2k/s72-c/At+Balmore+Park!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-7572531280088535875</id><published>2010-07-17T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:11:05.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Stagecoach Of The Term..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEIOMFuAHcI/AAAAAAAAABw/9oZdrWxqcxk/s1600/STAGECOACH!!.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494970096201768386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEIOMFuAHcI/AAAAAAAAABw/9oZdrWxqcxk/s320/STAGECOACH!!.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just open this post by saying; today my best friend, apparent but clingy girlfriend and favourite singing teacher (who's very fit might I add?) all left my stageschool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very emotionally draining and heartbreaking. I don't know if I can deal with tomorrow or even the worry if it's happening. I always have to chase things up one way or another. I give up. I don't want this all to be depressed and solemnthough so I'll add in the happiest part of my say which were these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rowan:&lt;br /&gt;Love you RoRo! Where do I start? I love your little laugh, that always comes out of nowhere, making me smile. I love your openess that you're not afraid to just be YOU. And you are BRILLIANT so I'm glad you don't hide that. I love how you always call people 'lovely' or 'gorgeous' . I ADORE your singing voice, and am proud just to know you. YOU ARE SPECIAL! xo" From Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you that I love you a lot, but I always mean it because whenever I see you, no matter how bad I'm feeling you always make me smile. I know that in 10 years time you'll be on stage in the West End and I'll be in the front row watching you and grinning like an idiot because I'm so unbelieveably proud. :) You're an amazing performer and an amazing friend and what makes it even more special is that you don't know how special you really are. Rowan." From Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are from two of my stagecoach friends that I hold most dear to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got there at 2 to make I miss you cards for Ellie and Shannon with Bo. They turned out really good! But Ellie arrived early so we couldn't get everyone in our stage to sign it. Today was a bit mixed up because there weren't very many stage 1's or 2's so they had to join up together. First we had Drama with a woman called Stephanie because Rebecca, our usual jolly, giggly teacher, wasn't there today. So we played a word game and I was Rocking Rowan! Haha! Then I played a chav in Park Bench and we played Freeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494969880469134738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEIN_iDVXZI/AAAAAAAAABo/69TdT6DEOaA/s320/Ellie%27s+leaving+card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In singing we sung Wonderwall together and wrote those wonderful things about eachother's good points because our singing teacher was leaving, but he didn't tell us till the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After singing we had dance and I had to go all sexual in our dance routine from Chicago and roll all over the floor saying "exploitation!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we'd performed all these to the rest of the school and got massive cheers Rhiannon, our principal, gave our certificates to us for how long we'd been at the stageschool. I've been there for 7 years! But I didn't get a certificate because I joined at a different time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we said our heartfelt goodbyes and tears pricked me eyes. The same as they did when I got home and spoke to Shannon on video call! Stuck cheesecake to my face and now I'm writing this! So night! Type to you what happens tomorrow. If anything does happen! &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/727414764032292773-7572531280088535875?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7572531280088535875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-stagecoach-of-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/7572531280088535875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/7572531280088535875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-stagecoach-of-term.html' title='Last Stagecoach Of The Term..'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TEIOMFuAHcI/AAAAAAAAABw/9oZdrWxqcxk/s72-c/STAGECOACH!!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-5796030246594197517</id><published>2010-07-16T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:27:14.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports sprint sun tutor'/><title type='text'>Sports Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGSk-261I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EaeVuapfNc4/s1600/Sports+Day!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539199115094866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGSk-261I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EaeVuapfNc4/s320/Sports+Day!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello again! I forgot to tell you in my last blog that I had been dreading today all week. Public humiliation is not my idea of fun. Because the teachers are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;clever they decided to take all the year groups, apart from year 11, to Palmer Park, which is a massive stadium with running tracks and spectators seats and everything! Anyways, let's not go into that yet because we have to start from the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up after an early night! I felt energised, clever me, so I ate half a coissant and got into a pair of shorts and trousers, with a plain white t-shirt and bright red vest on also. My Duffer trainers had to go on because they are pretty amazing and unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all set I said bye to my lovely mother and met Richard who wasn't participating in sports day. He was pretty chuffed that he'd have a slack off day at school while I was mortified that I had to do three events; triple jump, 100m sprint and relay. I was worried about getting into school late because we were supposed to report to our tutor groups for registration at 8:40. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into the classroom early until Mrs. Kubesch arrived. She's very posh and well mannered seeing as she used to attend grammar school! Her teaching assitant wrote my name down, then Amber arrived kitted out in her sports clothes! I wanted her to sit next to me on the coach seeing as we're in the same tutor group. But when we got to assembly and sat down chatting for half an hour until Mr. Dimbelbey hushed us all and made his speech, I realised that I could sit with people within 10K aswell! So as quick as you like I decided to sit next to Charley. Seeing as Amber chose to sit next to Kyle, Frances' boyfriend, for the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539406196233314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGeoa2VGI/AAAAAAAAABY/FW90f2DI5XQ/s320/Palmer+Park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey took about 15 minutes when I was expecting it to take forever! Me and Charley talked about the Final Destination films and which bits were our favourite till the coach arrived at the stadium. It was huge and very intimidating. I felt nervous just looking at the bright orange and green coloured stands. We dumped our bums and all of our things on the red, plastic flippy chairs. I was getting more and more uncomfortable as Mr. Cornish, a very likeable history teacher's, voice announced the events. Before I even got a chance to relax, which would have been impossible anyway, my triple jump was called. Frances had skipped her only event and decided that she would just sit in the seats and watch for the whole day. So, seeing as I felt like killing myself to get me out of this event, I took a much nicer option and sat out which made me feel much better seeing as I love running. Amber sulked with me though. She said I should have done it. But I knew I would try my hardest to gain more points in the sprint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGtePfhoI/AAAAAAAAABg/k4ugTqdg3DU/s1600/palmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539661162284674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGtePfhoI/AAAAAAAAABg/k4ugTqdg3DU/s320/palmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I was much more relaxed about. I sat in order with all of my other competitors until the time came for me to face the track. It was like waiting in queue for a really scary rollercoaster, watching everyone leave before you. It was time to zone all my energy into this one race where all the best runners were competing. The gun shot and I felt the wind whizzing past me as I ran blindly forward, straining to come first. Four guys with longer legs than me came before me. So I came fifth. Which doesn't sound that impressive but makes me fifth faster in the entire school. Sounds much better now right? Before I raced my ex boyfriend kept appearing from everywhere which somehow pissed me off. Seeing as my friends kept shouting at him and said how much they wanted to hug him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was two places in front of me in the relay race too. He was so bigheaded about how sporty he was and kept saying to his friends, "I'm so fast!" I overheard him bragging while Amber tried to make him jealous by touching me and tickling me. It didn't work. I didn't want it to either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in lane three and went through the whole routine of starting and running again. But I was in first until I passed the baton to my partner Jack. Then we fell behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall sports day brightened my day with singing and raving to Amber's MP3 player in amongst the cheering crowds! My fan club from younger years kept shouting my name and cheering me on! And let's not forgot the beautiful sunshine which kept us all smiling all day! Our tutor didn't even get placed but I wasn't put down. Me and Charley laughed at this quote from her book; "That's us, homos - we're unique, we're proud and hypersensitive!" I had nicked Frances' phone from her sock and tried to call her boyfriend while they were snogging on the coach to tell them. But I got evils instead. I slapped this annoying boy on the arm aswell because he hit Charley in the boobs. Which made this girl called Sophie, who I thought hated me and used to make fun of me, laugh so we started having a lovely conversation making me giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back to school and I pretended I was stripping by unzipping my jumper pleasing Charley. Only joking she cringed really. We got told we could leave then, so after I gave back my phone to a very sick feeling Frances and had said goodbye to her I walked part of the way to Charley's house. But then I noticed I really fit guy so I stalked him until I joined up with George and Becca to ask them how their day with nobody around was! Until I got home and watched Zoo Factor with my 17 year old brother, eating a yummy doughnut and drinking a glass of coke. Until I decided to come on here and write to you seeing as I've been wanting to all day! It's my last Stagecoach tomorrow which will be sad. I'll report back to you tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/727414764032292773-5796030246594197517?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5796030246594197517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5796030246594197517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5796030246594197517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TECGSk-261I/AAAAAAAAABQ/EaeVuapfNc4/s72-c/Sports+Day!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-6516374059747058300</id><published>2010-07-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:06:13.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies food woods pictures'/><title type='text'>Horror Themed Day Off School!</title><content type='html'>I've posted every single day so far! YAY! Shows how boring my life is and how I have nothing better to do!&lt;br /&gt;Today was much more interesting because we had the day off of school for Year 5 day! They don't want us pupils wrecking the place, while they're there, making a bad impression! So the story goes, Fern told Frances that she would throw her a magical tea party to try and cheer her up seeing as she was crying in the toilets after the whole epidemic yesterday! But I said I didn't like tea, even though I've never tried it. So it ended up being a magical juice party instead!&lt;br /&gt;We originally made it so that we met up at Sandy Park at 12 o'clock. This is what happened this morning:&lt;br /&gt;I got up feeling knackered after texting until 1 o'clock in the morning and thought I'd check on Frances to see what the arrangements were for getting on the bus and stuff. I peeled myself off of my up bed and came onto my laptop to find her and we decided to meet up at the bus stop at 11:30. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD9zvkqvYXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pSsjNGttJl8/s1600/Me+as+a+sexy+agent!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494237331549282674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD9zvkqvYXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pSsjNGttJl8/s320/Me+as+a+sexy+agent!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This juice party was a fancy dress party you see? I had decided to go as the next 007! Or in other words a secret agent! So I got a rough costume together because I knew Fern would kill me if I didn't try and she was the only one looking ridiculous in a costume! My outfit was a pair of black tight fitting jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a black cardigan and jacket and a pair of dark sunglasses. As you can see from these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I set off at 11:40 seeing as Frances took her time to get ready. I thought we were gunna be extremely late, which I hate by the way! But, when I met up with her she was on the phone to Jacob and Fern, who were together, and they hadn't left for the park yet. So, seeing as it was a very dreary and wet day we decided to head off to Frances' house.&lt;br /&gt;On the way we knocked for one of my other closer friends Charley and her dog Widget, who's a rottweiler, opened the door himself while pulling on his chain lapping his tongue everywhere! Charley's sister Kim answered the door and told us she'd gone to Sandy Park, so I phoned her and told her, with many apologies to come back home!&lt;br /&gt;With that out of the window we met up with Jacob and Fern outside our school and walked with Fern's &lt;em&gt;massive &lt;/em&gt;picnic hamper all the way to Frances'. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD90zYhDrHI/AAAAAAAAABI/N1cTeyDnr0k/s1600/Me+failing+to+dance!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494238496518548594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD90zYhDrHI/AAAAAAAAABI/N1cTeyDnr0k/s320/Me+failing+to+dance!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and watched Final Destination 3 which wasn't as good as I had expected. Then we got some take away pizzas to share until Grant, my other friend arrived. After that we danced like loonies, which is very wise on a full stomach, until it was time for us to be kicked out into the rain to wait for Frances to return from her music theory lesson!&lt;br /&gt;Outside hobbling along with everything we decided to pick a spot to hang out in at Bugs Bottom Feilds. The landscape was beautiful. On top of a huge hill with the sun dancing off of the blades of grass. I now adore that place of serenity and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and ate some snacks and finished our drinks until Jacob screamed. He went into the woods to have a wee wee you see! So me and Fern ran in there as quick as a flash to find nothing. We called his name but he wasn't there. It was a bloodcurdling, bone chilling cry that he had made. So I called him on my mobile and I heard his shaky breathing on the other end of the line, until it cut off. By this point I was pressing the call button repetitively but I just heard the same thing over and over again. Me, Grant and Fern were having fits of worry until he said something; "Rowan. Please help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD90qNzRNWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZPWkf8qBoI/s1600/The+woods..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494238339023320418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD90qNzRNWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZPWkf8qBoI/s320/The+woods..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sounded like something a ghost would say. So there's me and Fern freaking out, pulling our hair out, wondering what had happened to him and what we should do. All the while, Grant had the biggest smirk on his face in the history of creation. So Fern flared out at him until he burst into fits of laughter. I had already seen Jacob's head pop up from the long grass already so I said I was in on it too. Also I got complimented on my acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;Frances got back so we decided to do what any teenagers would do. Play the prank on her. Now after Fern had lashed out at us all she wasn't too sure about scaring Frances. But we did it anyway. But, unfortunately Grant is a hurrendous actor and made it completely obvious it was a set up as soon as Jacob's first cry rose up from within the foliage.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't fooled. So Grant went home and we took some more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;My mum picked me up and I had dinner after trying to look braver than my dad because he was scared of Final Destination 3 and it didn't effect me in the slightest. Which brought on a heated argument about our disfunctional family tree at the table.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am here after viewing the wonderful photos that I hope you will enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-6516374059747058300?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6516374059747058300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-posted-every-single-day-so-far-yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/6516374059747058300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/6516374059747058300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-posted-every-single-day-so-far-yay.html' title='Horror Themed Day Off School!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD9zvkqvYXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pSsjNGttJl8/s72-c/Me+as+a+sexy+agent!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-5358978728263605436</id><published>2010-07-14T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:31:52.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument science drawing music'/><title type='text'>ICT Argument!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3kCrqbLFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FC08-mFakX0/s1600/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493797855193410642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3kCrqbLFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FC08-mFakX0/s320/DSC00034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.. I've been waiting to write this post all day! Haha! I've been so excited! Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning, it was wet, but in the lovely refreshing way, as usual in the UK. I ate mini pancakes today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set off on my walk but met Richard; my walk buddy, at his house this time! We walked and talked when I got a random phone call from Aimee Turner which I rejected! Later that day I told her I'd gotten a call from her and she seemed oblivious.. which confused me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First lesson was Chinese and Amber was already there! We played Chinese Battleships all lesson to help us learn how to say different types of rooms in the home and also furniture. Amber accused me of cheating but I didn't because I lost! Haha! Then finally we learnt London Bridge Is Falling Down, Frera Jacque (don't know how to spell that correctly sorry) and Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes in Mandarin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had.. I've forgotten! Shows how much I enjoyed my day! Ooh typing that has helped me remember now! We had ICT with the nasty, bitchy, fake blonde teacher who smokes and insults her students all day long! I'm not mean.. I'll explain then you'll be on my side! Today, one of my closest friends Frances was feeling a bit low after family and boyfriend arguments the night before. This atrocious woman decided to say to her; "You're not gunna sit there all lesson with a face like a smacked arse are you Frances?" I mean.. is that really funny? She didn't even say it in a funny tone. I admit, Frankie is pretty rude, sullen and difficult when it comes to adults but any teacher should know that that's unacceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I comforted her, because she had started crying at this point, Miss Butler looked at me and said, "Ok, can you get back into your seat and do the work please Rowan?" By this point I was angry and I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; back chat, I have a lot of respect for secondary school teachers because I know that the job must be so hard. I'd never try and teach inconsiderate youths anything, that's for sure! But, you shouldn't upset your students. So I sucked in my chest and narrowed my eyes to slits to stand up and say, "No, because I'm comforting my friend because you've made her cry by saying she has a face like a smacked arse!" Miss humphed off somewhere else while I stood my ground. Once Frankie had perked up a bit more I left to carry on with my education because otherwise I wouldn't get a decent job anywhere! The teacher approached Frankie and started trying to help her and then told her to open her e-mail account when it was obvious Frankie was giving her the cold shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She's not gunna do it ya know Miss?" I said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, if she doesn't I will put her on back up." Was the reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For what!?" I cried. "Because you insulted her and made her upset?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I didn't insult her." She sighed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, so saying she has a face like a smacked arse isn't an insult? Exactly." I spat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt quite proud of myself even though typing it now seems like it was a major overreaction! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break we watched more trees being destroyed while sitting on the field chatting and eating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths was boring. I did nothing what so ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music was meant to be our compositions, which I have composed nothing for so far. My teacher wanted me to sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow at this award ceremony because it was powerful and she liked the words. But, the accompaniment wasn't any good so I'm planning on singing You Raise Me Up with Beth or Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol which she can play on guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A prefect meeting started off lunch where we got told what our duty was and how we could help the school! I go to Highdown by the way so improving the school... is virtually impossible. And not in the good way either. So me and Izzy run the school library one lunchtime every week when we come back from the summer holidays! That should be a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we had science where I drew my friend Fern's (the loveliest person you will ever meet in your lifetime!) pen grip, since she has an unfortunate case of arthritis, which we named Squishy! You can see my amazing drawing skills in the top right hand corner there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, to finish this very long post off and to let you wake up! I got home and had a lovely snack in my cosy room! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-5358978728263605436?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5358978728263605436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ict-argument.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5358978728263605436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/5358978728263605436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/ict-argument.html' title='ICT Argument!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3kCrqbLFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FC08-mFakX0/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-727414764032292773.post-3368977075863398327</id><published>2010-07-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:49:18.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>My first post!</title><content type='html'>Okk... so... I'm Rowan. And I like getting things off of my chest about my day.. so I will try and give you all the gossipy, but maybe slightly interesting stuff about my day!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I was seriously tired even though I'd gone to sleep at 11.&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast, but not much of it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and my walk buddy didn't come out of his house so I walked through all of the damp air that clings to you while talking to my buddy Amber on the phone! She was gunna be late because she'd forgotten some stuff and had already starting heading off for school, then realised, so she had to turn back so she caught the late bus!&lt;br /&gt;I had Geography first and I ear wigged to all of the latest news about people's relationships in the classroom whilst texting Amber until she arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Drama, which I love might I add, and performed an assessment piece of The Crucible! Where I played Mr. Danforth, the judge in the courtroom in that particular scene, and I had to show three different emotions, angry to scared to hysterically crying. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I had break.. nothing much to tell about that, apart from builders were chopping down trees which got on my nerves and I had some nice sausage rolls to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Games or P.E.. we played tennis.. but my partner forgot her kit so it was two against.. well... me while it was raining. Also, my friend Fern was being a patronizing coach!&lt;br /&gt;In English after that I found out I got a C, which was a pass at least, I predicted that my mum would say that when I told her and when she got back from work later in the day she said exactly that!&lt;br /&gt;At Lunch I joked around under an umbrella with my friend Izzy playing different funny characters  after confronting my music teacher about this singing she wants me to do at a presentation evening for the new year 7's moving into our school!&lt;br /&gt;With a soaking wet back, I got told that I was late for Science by my teacher but proved that she was wrong. Then didn't do any work because I sulked after being hit (well not hit.. more of a... "tappy slap" which is a cross between a tap and a slap by the way ;) )  by Fern and laughed at! All the while I "tappy slapped" her back and got told I was horrible which was unfair!&lt;br /&gt;I got home after talking to Ellie, Becca and Kathryn on the way back from school to go onto msn to talk to certain people... yes you Harrison! LOL Bye for now :) x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/727414764032292773-3368977075863398327?l=rowannsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3368977075863398327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/3368977075863398327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/727414764032292773/posts/default/3368977075863398327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rowannsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-post.html' title='My first post!'/><author><name>rowann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454489742079142674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICM-hfxafgM/TD3buhm36TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8Yyb-j_fvk/S220/13940_1278331636841_1186523979_860659_7456179_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
