<?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-8169347098171905073</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:15:55.275Z</updated><category term='catch up with liz cinema canvas rabbit skin'/><category term='quink back to uni walk through snow haha tags'/><category term='Nerdfighter Nerdfighteria currency money notes acetate  printed design  DFTBA peeps Hank  John  Green  vlogbrothers  Brotherhood2.0'/><category term='mockingjay'/><title type='text'>This, that and t'other</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>620</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6540704450641825824</id><published>2011-11-24T15:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:17:53.612Z</updated><title type='text'>About Chuck Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The grid is back, filled in with lozenges and discs and painted dashes - tiny hamburger shapes, hotdog shapes, sperms and blips and squoinky ovoid donut shapes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/1999/jul/27/artsfeatures"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/1999/jul/27/artsfeatures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6540704450641825824?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6540704450641825824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6540704450641825824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6540704450641825824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6540704450641825824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/11/about-chuck-close.html' title='About Chuck Close'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7672500116815322110</id><published>2011-09-01T07:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:47:03.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #31: I failed but what the heck.</title><content type='html'>I've returned home from 5 magnificent days in London with my parents and James.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Hazel perform at the Royal Albert Hall.&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard of Oz, Wicked, Potted Potter and loads of exhibitions and galleries.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic and I'm so very very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8169347098171905073-7672500116815322110?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7672500116815322110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7672500116815322110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7672500116815322110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7672500116815322110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-every-day-in-august-31-i-failed.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #31: I failed but what the heck.'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8151412464831213280</id><published>2011-08-24T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:44:59.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #23&amp;24</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday went by rather quickly. We went out for a lovely meal at a farm shop. I had a steak sandwich of mighty proportions and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short afternoon nap and a quick walk around the nearby area it was somehow tea time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze showed us her wonderful photos of her Bavaria trip and we watched the Great British Bake Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now Wednesday afternoon, magically.&lt;br /&gt;This morning Hazel, James and I walked into town so Haze could meet one of her friends and return some items that she'd ended up with by accident after the trip. We were just browsing and a little bit looking for some ink to do finger prints with. That was a bit of a redundant search though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took sandwiches up to the park and we were chased off the swings by wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to wear my lovely leather boots in London, I've decided. My feet hurt a bit now because they don't provide much cushioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told as I walked through the door just now that my Great Uncle Carl has died. My thoughts are with my Auntie Irene and everyone else who knew him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8151412464831213280?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8151412464831213280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8151412464831213280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8151412464831213280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8151412464831213280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-23.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #23&amp;24'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4766962544858307405</id><published>2011-08-23T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:46:12.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #22</title><content type='html'>I could have guessed in advance I'd have forgotten to write a proper blog on the right day the day James turns up after not seeing him for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one point where I said "don't let me forget to write a blog" but then I forgot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I will not be writing these when I'm in London now, most likely. Hazel's&amp;nbsp;accommodation&amp;nbsp;is sorted so we won't have to do that then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually sure what we'll do today but I'll try to write up about it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&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/8169347098171905073-4766962544858307405?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4766962544858307405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4766962544858307405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4766962544858307405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4766962544858307405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-22.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #22'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6711750667088888276</id><published>2011-08-21T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:56:40.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #21</title><content type='html'>We did spend the entire day sorting behind the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;We have done a good job and I am proud of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's all I have to say and it's odd but today has been mentally exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES COMES TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6711750667088888276?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6711750667088888276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6711750667088888276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6711750667088888276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6711750667088888276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-21.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #21'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2760335714161344326</id><published>2011-08-20T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:33:00.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #20</title><content type='html'>The rain sounds delicious on my slanted window; really soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is nearly entirely sorted. It's a relief and rather calming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked on it and that was about it, talked to James a fair bit and went on a walk to see my Nana with Mum and picked up some windfall apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my first library card in with some first year art work. That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired and tomorrow we're going to tackle "behind the sofa" and hopefully I'll find my Emma Watson signature and my swimming badges to go on my camp blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2760335714161344326?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2760335714161344326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2760335714161344326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2760335714161344326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2760335714161344326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-20.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #20'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8426081879488961575</id><published>2011-08-19T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:17:04.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #19</title><content type='html'>Just got woken up with a reminder to post a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put nearly 500 brochures about the Durham Book Festival into envelopes, sealed them and put address stickers on them and then I wrote about paintings and mining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I got frustrated and worked with my parents to clear out and sort things that exist in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can tell you, I'm going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8426081879488961575?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8426081879488961575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8426081879488961575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8426081879488961575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8426081879488961575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-19.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #19'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4588699597078192037</id><published>2011-08-18T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:41:49.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #18</title><content type='html'>You would not believe how much of a mess tidying up can be. Can CAUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't have a floor to stand on this morning and now I have less but somehow we've thrown a lot away. Also, a lot of what &amp;nbsp;I've got rid of has gone downstairs to be got rid of or restored in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mum said that's enough for today so we had to stop. I think I could have carried on for another hour or so if we were actually doing something and not reading letters from the past. I have this box of random stuff to go to charity but I think there are paperclips at the bottom so I'm not sure how much might end up being rehoused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. I'm tired now and I need to do some writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;ways to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutentag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4588699597078192037?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4588699597078192037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4588699597078192037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4588699597078192037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4588699597078192037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-18.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #18'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3896835719174755608</id><published>2011-08-17T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:56:05.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #17</title><content type='html'>Going to watch the JK Rowling Who Do You Think You Are program that starts in 7 minutes so I think I'll try and get this written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've drawn, scanned in and posted drawings that I've done for my James.&lt;br /&gt;Done the edge of the grass in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Sorted through my art shelves/box.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Golden Girls and listened to old Adam and Joe podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit more productive than usual. Tomorrow is posting adverts on Uni sites about SSAGO and writing more photo blurbs. OH AND FINDING OUT HAZEL'S EXAM RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI GUYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3896835719174755608?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3896835719174755608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3896835719174755608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3896835719174755608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3896835719174755608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-17.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #17'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5684498480040834235</id><published>2011-08-16T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:27:35.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #16</title><content type='html'>I coffee painted today for the first time in a while and was quite happy with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;I read a few pages but not really enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to measure out sleeves for the dress didn't go too well but I did update my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Girls is still my current favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the new episode of Great British Bake off and a round up episode of Come Dine With Me set in Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a good old giggle at some quotes from our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't complete my to-do list and for that I fail a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5684498480040834235?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5684498480040834235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5684498480040834235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5684498480040834235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5684498480040834235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-16.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #16'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1519769396989274849</id><published>2011-08-15T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:02:32.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #15</title><content type='html'>So I just finished watching a documentary called Antics Roadshow. It was alright but I've gone back to Game of Thrones before bed. There aren't enough kind/good characters though so I might even throw in some GG after this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard Dad drive off to pick Hazel up from her night of gluttony (she's had an eating competition with some friends at the Chinese EAMAYW) and so I know it's approaching 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got my Pottermore email yet. Tomorrow I will be productive, I promise to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch images to be put into mugs.&lt;br /&gt;Design badges for SSAGO (pins).&lt;br /&gt;Make practice sleeves for dress.&lt;br /&gt;Draw at least one character for James and scan in other one too to send.&lt;br /&gt;Blog about t'other day with images.&lt;br /&gt;Paint in mugs.&lt;br /&gt;Try some art ideas I had at the theatre the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Try to finish my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, this morning I had a meeting with the Councillor, he was friendly and quite interested in the works but left us having to find paintings that sort of don't exist really. Not in the collection we have access to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some shopping and had lunch out and did more shopping. However I still haven't found the black jacket I am looking for. Ah well, Haze got some lovely boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byesie bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1519769396989274849?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1519769396989274849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1519769396989274849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1519769396989274849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1519769396989274849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-15.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #15'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4288282531123629699</id><published>2011-08-14T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:03:56.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #14</title><content type='html'>Would you believe it!?&lt;br /&gt;Another reasonably early start so we could set off to get to Leeds in time to see Grandad for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely Sunday dinner at our usual Leeds haunt the Cornmill and a good session of photo viewing were had.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Hazel and I played cards for a bit which brought back many memories of previous holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car journey home took us through to 5pm where we dropped Hazel off at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hot chocolate that Haze had brought back from Outward Bound called "type orange". It was sweet as anything and rather delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly bed time and I have some work to do for my meeting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4288282531123629699?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4288282531123629699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4288282531123629699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4288282531123629699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4288282531123629699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-14.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #14'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8049571648436114252</id><published>2011-08-13T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:51:20.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #13</title><content type='html'>What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7:30 this morning we were in the car on the way to the Lakes to pick up Hazel. By 9am we were on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;roads down the side of Ullswater and turning into the grounds of Outward Bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and I had a "badge off" hers is bigger and green. Perhaps because she did the "older" course.&lt;br /&gt;We then went down the corridor to see a photo of me looking like a pigeon on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon though we were on out way back and we stopped off at a lovely farm shop for coffee and cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel's stories are a hoot but they're hers to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely day of catching up and now I'm so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodilooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8049571648436114252?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8049571648436114252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8049571648436114252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8049571648436114252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8049571648436114252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-13.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #13'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8507626269072349516</id><published>2011-08-12T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:01:11.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #12</title><content type='html'>I have to get this written before I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working hard all day today on these image blurbs. I also got to visit the storage area to pick a few up&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;the councillors office on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took up 5 hours of my day though and after going shopping for household essentials with Dad I'm now painting my nails and about to eat tea before I go into town for a night chatting and hanging out with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel is home tomorrow, we're going to pick her up about 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8507626269072349516?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8507626269072349516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8507626269072349516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8507626269072349516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8507626269072349516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-12.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #12'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3046435751471040894</id><published>2011-08-11T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:16:08.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #11</title><content type='html'>It's very late and I have a lot to report about today because it was my first busy day in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Fully busy not just fill up the time busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post a re-hashed version of this blog to tumblr tomorrow with images because I have a few that will illustrate my points but it is dark and going to get my camera and edit images is the last thing I want to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it all off I awoke comfortably at 7:50 so I checked tumblr back to the last posts I had seen. This is how I usually start my days here at home. It makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showered and washed my hair and it turned out really soft and lovely today. The simple things that can make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a deadline for writing to reach and had to research and write three interesting blurbs for three paintings so I could email them before I left the house! I managed to get them done and sent before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Mum and I moved clothes from Hazel's bed so we could change the bedding but then we decided to take the duvet to the dry cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out because we were due in Newcastle for a tour of "7 Stories" a gallery/wonderplace full of creative literary wonders. I just had time to put a nerdfighter note into the only John Green book in the bookshop (Looking for Alaska) before we were off up the stairs to revel in the history of the building and begin our exploration. There was a great exhibition about Puffin publishing with extracts of manuscripts and original artworks. At one point there is a wall for adding your contributions and sheets of paper that said something along the lines of can you write a coded message to Atemis Fowl. So I just fluently scribbled some Gnommish and moved on. It was wonderful. I cannot explain my appreciation fully. I also got to handle one of Philip Pulman's manuscripts for the Tiger in the Well. AWE and WONDER. We finished off that trip with cream tea in the cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick jaunt around the town we headed to wagamama for noodles. Well, I had a rice meal but it was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evening was topped of with a performance of "The Pitman Painters" which was top notch. Art is for everyone and boy did they prove it. It was comical and serious and engaging and&amp;nbsp;heart-warming. Very very worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way home my mp3 player on shuffle brought up End of an Era and I weeped. Followed by I Believe from Spring Awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep now, I'm exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3046435751471040894?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3046435751471040894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3046435751471040894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3046435751471040894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3046435751471040894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-11.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #11'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6718285715079936368</id><published>2011-08-10T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:35:30.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #10</title><content type='html'>Today I've worked hard but in a way that gives me very little to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all morning researching aspects of County Durham and writing blurbs for paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all afternoon finishing the tidying of Hazel's room.&lt;br /&gt;She had better appreciate the effort it has taken! I'm sure she will though.&lt;br /&gt;We need to sort out all the clothes that are in piles though.&lt;br /&gt;There are now 2 massive bags and one box full of "memories" tickets and posters and postcards and programmes. They're for Hazel to work out what to do with though and scrapbook etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her international insurance card though. Some stamps and a postcard she swore she didn't have. Oh and over 40 batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip-pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6718285715079936368?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6718285715079936368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6718285715079936368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6718285715079936368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6718285715079936368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-10.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #10'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-386576226186388680</id><published>2011-08-09T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:00:09.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #9</title><content type='html'>I'm starting this one in the morning like I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tick things off a list today and work to alarms on my phone because it is the only way I can be productive at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first:&lt;br /&gt;Renew library books. DONE.&lt;br /&gt;Did it online, really simple and very useful because it stops me from going into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom floor. It's a disgrace and it has been for weeks. Today I shall sort it out and I am setting myself until 11:45 to have it cleared and a bit more sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my floor in time, started working on Hazel's room.&lt;br /&gt;Put all clothes that were on hangers into the wardrobe. All shoes into a big box, all posters, postcards and tickets into one big bag, hats/scarves etc onto shelf in wardrobe, emptied lots of smaller bags. Found three more empty water bottles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, more tidying and then I've just come upstairs to draw a picture for James.&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't found Parrot Stories. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Hazel's room in a bit to start on the dreaded DESK.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to the desk because of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to read now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish today off there is a quiz I shall do about Pottermore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your Pottermore username?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;FelicisHazel208.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What House do you think it sounds like?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Who are the lucky ones? Ravenclaw I hope&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What House do you want to be in?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ravenclaw, I have the t-shirt and the tie and I used to be such a little know it all at 11. I honour hard work and studying, creativity and ingenuity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your username relate to you at all?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was my favourite of the choices and it has my sister's name in it. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of wand would you wish to get?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;The one my Dad made me is turkey oak or something... Unicorn hair and an odd length. I don't mind what the site gives me too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Are you pure, half-blooded or Muggle born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure. My Mum introduced me to Harry in the first place and my Dad is actually a magician but not pureblooded. Both magic parents but some muggles in my&amp;nbsp;ancestry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which day did you get into Pottermore?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day 2!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shape is your Patronus?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;A ring tailed lemur? Maybe a goat though, they were the first animal I truly admired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your boggart look like?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like Mrs. Weasley's-- the death of someone close to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather be an Animagus or a Metamorphmagus?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tonks-like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were an Animagus, what animal would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lemur... it's a lot more useful that a turtle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Tatty bye&lt;/span&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/8169347098171905073-386576226186388680?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/386576226186388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=386576226186388680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/386576226186388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/386576226186388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-9.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #9'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3761461812836021147</id><published>2011-08-08T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:39:31.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #8</title><content type='html'>Today has felt strangely paced.&lt;br /&gt;I woke at about 6 and forced myself back to sleep. Woke at 9 and couldn't force myself out of bed until half past.&lt;br /&gt;Showered and ate which included me opening the new box of Crunchy Nut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote some blurbs on photos in time for my meeting this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to meeting with Colin about these blurbs on paintings and my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd picked too many contemporary and arty ones when what is really needed are the ones of Durham and its geography and history. At least I know now what to really do.&lt;br /&gt;I have to try and get 40-50 done by Monday but I'm not even sure there are that many relevant paintings in the collection. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the office working for 2 hours then came home, had an hour online then had tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it is now 20 to 7 and I feel like watching something... probably more Golden Girls but maybe some Adventure Time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallyho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3761461812836021147?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3761461812836021147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3761461812836021147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3761461812836021147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3761461812836021147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-8.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #8'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3898332900829479996</id><published>2011-08-07T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:54:45.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #7</title><content type='html'>I've had this tab open for ages and I've been intending to write about how I designed a poster today.&lt;br /&gt;I also went through a huge pile of paper, read a bit had a surprise nap and went for a walk with my parents that lasted 2 hours instead of the proposed 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good walk though, even though I ruined my right heel with rubbing shoes... I then walked the last 10 minutes with just a sock on my right foot because it was honestly the most comfortable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nearly finished season 1 of Golden Girls. It really is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3898332900829479996?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3898332900829479996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3898332900829479996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3898332900829479996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3898332900829479996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-7.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #7'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-667059525474673473</id><published>2011-08-06T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:43:18.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #6</title><content type='html'>Today has been Golden Girls day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 14 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I tried painting with coffee again but I've lost the knack. This is rubbish news but I'm also going to blame the bad lighting as there was no natural light today as the weather has been&amp;nbsp;atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do more reading and writing and drawing. Tomorrow I hope I feel better, I feel right drained now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now bloggerinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-667059525474673473?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/667059525474673473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=667059525474673473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/667059525474673473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/667059525474673473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-6.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #6'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6146351899848016824</id><published>2011-08-05T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:45:27.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://itiselizabeth.tumblr.com/post/8523856529"&gt;http://itiselizabeth.tumblr.com/post/8523856529&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that link is the review I wrote about Les Mis last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent hours in the garden while Dad chopped lumps off the tree and Mum piled them up and tidied up around us, I was in charge of reducing the piles of leafy branches into "manageable&amp;nbsp;chunks" that would fit in the big plastic bags to go to the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good being out in the sun and doing something manual labour-like. It was peaceful and Dad and I discussed the tv show the Herbs and what the word might be for when something that it animate is made animal like. Not anthropomorphism because that's human-like. Anyway I looked it up and it's Zoomorphism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been researching artists and painting subjects for the project I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Torchwood was better than usual this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6146351899848016824?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6146351899848016824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6146351899848016824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6146351899848016824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6146351899848016824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-5.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #5'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7169128508483289348</id><published>2011-08-04T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:18:58.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #4</title><content type='html'>Guys, it's bedtime but it's also still Thursday so I owe you a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in this morning and did less work than I should have done.&lt;br /&gt;I started writing a letter for Hazel and got her a Pottermore account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see a version of Les Misérables at the Gala Theatre in Durham tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. It deserves a proper write up with all of my thoughts but I will probably tumblr that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad at me old blog, you mean a lot to me but I'm tired and tomorrow I will be more coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7169128508483289348?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7169128508483289348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7169128508483289348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7169128508483289348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7169128508483289348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-4.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #4'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6418505651429241736</id><published>2011-08-03T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:19:20.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #3</title><content type='html'>I've given myself 45 minutes for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I mean that in a way that actually translates as "I forgot about it until I saw yesterdays blog had been auto posted to tumblr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though here is my day:&lt;br /&gt;Late rise, lazy morning playing Crayon Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy lunchtime with James, eating fajitas. Packing.&lt;br /&gt;Trains from 3:50-8:30 with delays and waits and what-have-you.&lt;br /&gt;Home in Durham, soup, reading Hazel's letter and tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train I was reading a book I picked up from the library called "Seven Days in the Art World". It's super fascinating. I'm learning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted though and I have a lot of tasks on my to-do list for the next few days/weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6418505651429241736?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6418505651429241736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6418505651429241736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6418505651429241736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6418505651429241736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-3.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #3'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5457887946619188593</id><published>2011-08-02T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:08:56.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #2</title><content type='html'>Mum's just made me aware that Hazel has lost her glasses. Bit of a predicament for her being out and about in the Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I just watched a program about Stephen Hawking, we didn't learn all that much in nearly 50 minutes. Not really that worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a lovely long walk today though, it was far too warm at points but a worthwhile&amp;nbsp;endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted is an odd film, I finally finished watching it today. All the actors do great jobs and the cinematography of it is rather fantastic it's just the crazy plot that lets it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading home tomorrow... it will be strange to not be spending full days with James again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got theatre on Thursday to look forward too though!&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables again and that's one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5457887946619188593?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5457887946619188593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5457887946619188593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5457887946619188593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5457887946619188593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-2.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #2'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8705972364069444756</id><published>2011-08-01T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:46:55.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Every Day in August #1</title><content type='html'>Hello there you little underused blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a full year of this once and now I tumblr everyday instead. So Long and Thanks for all the Fish. Or perhaps not because I'm giving this blog one last lease of life before I probably move over to tumblr for good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember this blog and I'll probably check who else has posted but it's a poor format and one that I'm keen to move away from really. Posts on here date back a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, on with the bloggy side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a fairly short video for thesquirrelrebellion because I'm filling in for Hazel while she is away on Outward bound. It was only about a minute long but I unfortunately had very little time to actually spend on it. I feel a bit bad that once again it meant I didn't make a video for my own collab channel thesexymacaroni, however no one else was making videos for them either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days James and I have been on a huge Harry Potter kick. We've watched films 3-7 and then today been to the cinema to see 7ii. I've finally completed the computer game from 2001 and we've both got Pottermore advanced accounts. James' email was SO delayed and he was in a funk for a bit. Seeing as we both submitted out details within a 5 minute period and I got my email at 10:40 and he got his just after 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a good day was had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity to take part in an art project for Durham Council has been offered to me so I'll update you on that when I know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really wanted to talk about today I think. We're going to watch Wanted and then eat some cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8705972364069444756?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8705972364069444756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8705972364069444756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8705972364069444756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8705972364069444756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-every-day-in-august-1.html' title='Blog Every Day in August #1'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1985986132275498291</id><published>2011-07-06T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:38:01.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being home (a blog post)</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday my parents turned up in Lancaster with a packed lunch and the willingness to help me get myself and all my "stuff" home.&lt;br /&gt;We sat and giggled about "buttery biscuit base" while we ate our tuna sandwiches, chicken crisps and carrot sticks and stared&amp;nbsp;apprehensively&amp;nbsp;at the pile of boxes and bags that sat on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a photo of it again but the whole surface area of the bed was covered and the pile was up to my shoulder in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my Dad and James are rather strong, at least, they can carry my heavy boxes of my huge collection of &amp;nbsp;possessions&amp;nbsp;to the car. It was a struggle to fit it in and still have space for me to sit, we were packed in tight and if some of my boxes hadn't been&amp;nbsp;collapsible&amp;nbsp;and the contents able to be distributed into gaps then I'd have had to get the train back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also raided the freezer because there was only Tom and I left in our flat and there was LOADS of food which, because James is staying in Lancaster for another week, we pilfered for him. There was also some Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream, that became mine for the car journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the majority of my going home story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been home I've been to pick up my volunteer shirt for the Brass Festival, go for a picnic with some friends from school, pick up my mugs from Esquires and install the Zommbinis for endless logic fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have some planning to do (quite seriously so), I should hopefully find an opportunity to update my website and I will probably play some more computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm having tea with an old friend who I rarely see, Chinese food to be precise and we'll then go see the School Concert at our old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASE KNOWLEGE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1985986132275498291?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1985986132275498291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1985986132275498291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1985986132275498291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1985986132275498291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-home-blog-post.html' title='Being home (a blog post)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1527462803343759983</id><published>2011-06-16T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:47:34.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerry could smell fear, I think it's more like panic</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things to do before Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday they start to mark our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this blog being a near diary form of recording I shall lay down my plans for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully putting them into type will make them come about in a effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning should dawn and I will awaken myself with an alarm at about 8am.&lt;br /&gt;I shall get up and blearily shower and eat the banana I have brought with me to James'.&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm ready I'll set off to catch a bus to campus to make it to my 10am session where we'll watch the last of our presentations and hand in our D proposals.&lt;br /&gt;(I have a lot of things on my mind about the big D but I'll save them for a later post.)&lt;br /&gt;Straight from this session I would like to head back into town and buy some fabric or a tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;However, as no shops I've been in so far have had any white ones it looks like it'll be fabric.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to campus I will most likely just iron and tack this cloth into a reasonable square/rectangle and display my cups on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;(I had to take my shelf down, Gerry didn't like it.)&lt;br /&gt;Once that's done I'll be onto my sketch book. It's very behind.&lt;br /&gt;This term I've taken a lot of photos of my work in progress and a lot of them still need editing, putting into a word document, printing, cutting out, sticking in and then, after alllllll of that, writing about.&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling that my sketchbook is going to take all weekend and not just Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what's on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1527462803343759983?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1527462803343759983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1527462803343759983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1527462803343759983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1527462803343759983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/06/gerry-could-smell-fear-i-think-its-more.html' title='Gerry could smell fear, I think it&apos;s more like panic'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6125456407272566642</id><published>2011-06-08T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:47:50.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake is in the oven (a blog from Monday)</title><content type='html'>That it is, it's a coffee cake and it smells so good and in 5 minutes I can get it out and it is going to be the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was my Art History exam, I wrote 3 essays in 3 hours, one about the credibility of the Poetic in art in contemporary culture, one about Death of the Author in art since the 1970s and a comparison between Early and Mid Post-Modernism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the cake is out of the oven and it smells totally magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rest of my day I am going to spend listening to old Adam and Joe podcasts and perhaps reading but mostly messing around online until James comes back from his lecture thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to go out for a meal tonight and watch Kill Bill 2 on iPlayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not written any film reviews recently as the ones I've watched are all ones I've seen before, until Kill Bill Vol.1 the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It's got gore but it's comic gore, it can't be taken too seriously because of how OTT it is. I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point I was somehow distracted and haven't looked at this blog tab since then. Which is insane as it is now Wednesday afternoon and I've just eaten my lunch and soon I'll be going to my exec meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been good and the next week and a half are going to be so super busy while I finish my art project for the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6125456407272566642?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6125456407272566642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6125456407272566642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6125456407272566642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6125456407272566642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/06/cake-is-in-oven-blog-from-monday.html' title='Cake is in the oven (a blog from Monday)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3456669421968317987</id><published>2011-05-28T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:52:51.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessions = Problems</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie, I like things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a massive fan of trinkets and keeping things for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm also a huge fan of useful things. I never want to be the person who isn't capable of completing a task just because she didn't have the right thing to hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this state of affairs I own a heck of a lot and I have a whole crazy amount of this stuff with me at University.&lt;br /&gt;Last summer we barely could fit everything in the car to take me home and that was with an earlier trip to pick up ALL of my art things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I need to keep a big box of my art things to work with for the next 3 weeks so I spent 2 hours today sorting my studio so that I can send as much as possible home early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to head back over there later/tomorrow because there is a board a folder and a bag that I won't need this year that can maybe go home tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to Viv on a recording of a lecture telling me that Tracey Emin is a symptom of the culture she live in and that her work is from an authentic experience and creates a similar one for the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom floor is a tip. I think I should go through my wardrobe again and pack up as damn much as I can because I clearly will not be wearing everything in there before the end of term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've taken out two dresses and two more tops... I know I still won't need all that I have but I do have 5 more weeks and I do like choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that needs to be done now is to go through the piles and piles of paper and things that are on my floor and work out which of the papers need recycling, which need shredding, which to be kept but sent home and which are SO IMPORTANT that they have to stay here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so it's nearly 6 so that means it's nearly Who but it also doesn't for me. I'll be watching it with James later and later probably means after 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go now, this is just distracting. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3456669421968317987?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3456669421968317987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3456669421968317987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3456669421968317987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3456669421968317987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/05/possessions-problems.html' title='Possessions = Problems'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-129204325986308012</id><published>2011-05-26T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:11:03.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Four times I've opened this up to blog</title><content type='html'>Today has not been a blog worthy day. Neither have any of the other days recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've not been particularly AMAZING or remotely bad. Just very average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you will have judged by now this is not going to be thorough description of an exciting encounter with a celebrity or an in depth discussion about an aspect of society that is lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Glee, Grooveshark is my new internet best friend. I'm eating raisins in an attempt to snack healthily but also to compensate the chips I had at lunch. Sort of, it's also because it's the only snack food I have at the moment. Not even dried apricots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of the last episode of Glee in this season?&lt;br /&gt;I loved Kurt and Rachel's Wicked moment and Blaine's adoration.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best but that show is all about the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said I'd stopped blogging. I knew it but now it has been pointed out to me I've set my goal to post on this one tonight and on my art blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do blog, every day, just not in words, more in a stream of appreciative moments. That's Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even tweet much these days because once again it stopped updating from my texts and if I'm on my computer I'll tumbl my thoughts instead with that bit more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should write about my trip to Greenclose Studios yesterday but that topic seems like it should go on my website and so it shall. I'll make myself do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteo. That's all for now folks.&lt;br /&gt;Once I've had my exam on the 6th of June I think I'll be back over here (and on the bookshelf too) blogging about my free time. Or more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-129204325986308012?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/129204325986308012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=129204325986308012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/129204325986308012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/129204325986308012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/05/four-times-ive-opened-this-up-to-blog.html' title='Four times I&apos;ve opened this up to blog'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5415936815193079081</id><published>2011-05-02T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:01:36.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the stars look down and give us vision to see the light!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Sunday, today it is Monday, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's a bad start to a blog. A title from a beautiful Billy Elliot song and a crudely adapted lyric from Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three things to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;A fire, A Knight's Tale and the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had carbonara for tea last night. It was the first time I'd ever made it by myself. After we'd eaten James set off to his to pick up some stuff (including A Knight's Tale on dvd which I had left at his). I completed the arduous task of washing up. Clicked onto my computer and was just starting to scroll when *WEEEOOOWEEEOOOWEEEOOO*, the fire alarm sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am, getting my phone and keys, locking my door, walking downstairs, smelling smoke, walking through smoke. Hang on, this isn't just a drill and this clearly isn't just a toast or deodorant malfunction!&lt;br /&gt;As we got outside we looked up and around to see if we could see any huge billowing plumes.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that is was a small fire in the "Pump Room" which the porter managed to put out by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to stay out for about 40 minutes while they made sure it was safe but we spent that time in Pizzetta playing word disassociation. Basically, everything is fine. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A Knight's Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the first dvd's we ever owned. I remember really enjoying it the first few times I watched it. I hadn't seen it in years but I really wanted to re-watch it. Mainly for the fact that Watt is Wash is Alan Tudyk.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the whole story, once again. A good choice of film for a Sunday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The credits rolled at about 11:05. James reminded me that I'd agreed to go out and look at the stars if the sky was clear so we could find constellations with his special app on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being rather cold it was rather good and once we'd walked down onto the field, away from the lights, it was pretty darn clear.&lt;br /&gt;Really worth a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is another research and revision day. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5415936815193079081?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5415936815193079081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5415936815193079081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5415936815193079081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5415936815193079081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-stars-look-down-and-give-us-vision.html' title='And the stars look down and give us vision to see the light!'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-440166066602134694</id><published>2011-04-30T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T17:18:31.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>I'd like to address the topic of&amp;nbsp;exercise&amp;nbsp;in this blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I used to have swimming lessons. They were my only real exercise every week.&lt;br /&gt;When we did PE at Infants and Juniors I wasn't very good but I didn't hate it. I rather liked our silly games and attempts at netball or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;At break time you would probably find me skipping or playing games that involved running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we got to Comp I sort of developed a dislike for sport. It was a chore, it was 2 hours a week that I didn't like doing because it tired me out and I wasn't good at it. I wasn't fat or particularly unable, I think if I'd tried harder and been dedicated to something I might have been alright at something, maybe. Although I am quite un-coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all was running though, anything longer than the 100m would give me stitches, make me feel awful and make me feel bad about myself for the rest of the day. I just didn't have the stamina or determination to be better at it. Basically, badminton and hockey were the only sports I really enjoyed doing at school. By the time we got to 6th form and I didn't have to do sport at all I was happy. Finally I didn't have to work up a sweat over something I didn't enjoy. In my spare time I could read and learn and share and enjoy life rather than feel all ikky and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the&amp;nbsp;adrenaline&amp;nbsp;from exercise is supposed to be good, and I have to be truly honest and admit that sometimes it did feel good to compete and win. I once got a stamp for a gymnastics routine I came up with and I sometimes aced at ping pong if I was in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I do jack - nowt about keeping fit other than not gorging myself silly on junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I developed a very strange ailment that has something to do with exertion and heat reactions. Once time last year I looked down at my thighs and was a bit grossed out so I went for a run.&lt;br /&gt;This run sent my new and strange hive reaction illness into overdrive and after a 10 minute jog I was so itchy my skin would have felt better if I'd clawed it to blood, I was thankfully running with James and he walked with me back to my room as I tried my best not to tear my skin apart. I ended up blacking out just as I got to my room.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day in bed feeling horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hive reaction isn't just a running caused thing though. Being in a room that is suddenly warm after a cold outside (or the other way round) and make my skin hive up and itchy. Before I got prescribed my daily anti-histamines I would sometimes have a severe reaction from just a very gentle walk in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this because it worries me, I don't know if I'll ever be able to exercise properly if I ever decide to make that decision. Also, I don't have a bus pass any more (I only got a 2 term one) and I am now walking every time I go to and from campus/town. Today I felt a tiny bit itchy on my walk. I was meandering, not even walking briskly. It was windy and I was a bit warm from movement. This slight clash was enough to make my elbows flare up even though I'd had my anti histamine an hour before. (Bear in mind they last for 14 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this near daily walking won't be bad for me, I'm hoping very much it will help me tone my legs so I can feel better in shorts in the coming months. Less tights, more leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no argument to this blog, there is very little point at all. It is a record of my thoughts, feelings and actions and today you got an insight into my experience with sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have done this earlier in the month.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, earwax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write back soon, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-440166066602134694?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/440166066602134694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=440166066602134694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/440166066602134694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/440166066602134694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1530432428616483072</id><published>2011-04-29T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:07:38.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this up quickly at James' because I don't want the day to go by without me making a note of what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little out of the ordinary, if I'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to rise I have read, revised and considered. Made a short and not so brilliant video and walked to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lazy tonight and went to KFC for tea, we've been meaning to do it as a treat as soon as James was eating meat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 Days of Summer was really lovely to re-watch. Some of the deleted scenes seemed so strange and I can see why they changed it for the final version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, busy busy day tomorrow with a training day from 10-6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatty-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1530432428616483072?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1530432428616483072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1530432428616483072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1530432428616483072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1530432428616483072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2669685413599344692</id><published>2011-04-29T07:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T07:36:46.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>I spent most of "today" (I'm fully aware that it's the 29th now) alternating between sorting my room out, putting stuff away, running errands and sorting out my presentation that needs to be handed in on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Masterchef final, which I thought went really well for all of them and the winner&amp;nbsp;deserved&amp;nbsp;their win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it reached the evening, James and I had a really late tea, spent ages discussing his story for his blog and ended up starting to watch Zombieland far too late so that I fell asleep during it and was not inclined to wake up and write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tonight, hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2669685413599344692?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2669685413599344692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2669685413599344692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2669685413599344692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2669685413599344692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5870016882404224599</id><published>2011-04-27T21:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:10:31.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Lancaster in my room in Slaidburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen was found today with the fridge hanging open and despite me putting a chair against it early on, when I came back later it was open again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to complain about it but for now I am tired and would probably phrase it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad drove me back today and because they are lovely and wonderful they took us out for a meal at Bella Italia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back from town, James and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started editing my video and he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's only just gone past 9 o'clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee was fantastic today. I'll have to save the Masterchef final until tomorrow so please don't spoil it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle pip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5870016882404224599?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5870016882404224599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5870016882404224599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5870016882404224599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5870016882404224599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5920379261418439430</id><published>2011-04-26T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:57:57.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>So, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally stuck a blog up on elizabethcreaghan.com, went for a walk with Mum and Hazel to the bank on the highstreet and was shocked and appalled to see that the Noddy badges had him in a plane and not a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What children must watch on tv these days I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through some of my old seminar notes too which has got me more in a mindset of security for my exam. Now I just need to learn how to use a pen again and write solidly for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be this weekend's task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5920379261418439430?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5920379261418439430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5920379261418439430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5920379261418439430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5920379261418439430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-880907436122504053</id><published>2011-04-25T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:00:29.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>I'll write to you as I admire Master Chef again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Leeds and back 4 times since I've been home. Today I got to eat a big meal at my Aunt and Uncle's house, see my Great Aunt again and visit Grandad in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some amazing moments today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Hazel's stop frame on the tv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing Uncle Steven laugh to near tears at Uncle Carl's false teeth (even though he was just remembering)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The story about the crazy guy on Grandad's ward. "No not your trousers, your cardigan!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutoring Matt with his English as both Haze and I have studied Death of a Salesman at A Level too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and, best of all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandad's face when we showed him the knitted hedgehog. He lit up and was just suddenly so him, so alive and spirited again, it was wonderful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've made my VEDA video for today, Masterchef has ended, I've only got one full day back at home. Just what I'll do is still unknown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-880907436122504053?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/880907436122504053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=880907436122504053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/880907436122504053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/880907436122504053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/25.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2006185745671571754</id><published>2011-04-24T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:56:59.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>Hazel has made a genuinely fantastic video today with the help of the sweetest knitted hedgehog ever, Mum knitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're watching a harrowing program about a plane crash in 1958 that involved the Manchester United football team. David Tennant is in it and so is the guy who played Cook in Skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally put faces to the names on our exec page on the SSAGO site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dad has found me some bingo game cards. Get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Leeds tomorrow, have Tuesday to revise and pack and do all sorts and then I'm back to Uni on WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to going back but I'm going to miss home too. Miss my family and Durham in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lure of Lancaster looms too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 6 weeks left before my exam. Getting a bit intimidating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta'ra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2006185745671571754?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2006185745671571754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2006185745671571754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2006185745671571754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2006185745671571754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/24.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5483446085392887594</id><published>2011-04-23T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:14:17.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>Another late typing sessions because I made a video today and on days such as these I find little need to type too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a video about Dr Who (the start of NewS6) today.&lt;br /&gt;I also finished off going through the set texts from this year for quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I hopefully get my hands on some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5483446085392887594?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5483446085392887594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5483446085392887594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5483446085392887594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5483446085392887594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5841918547257694444</id><published>2011-04-22T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:04:38.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>It's Dad's Birthday today so we went out for quite a sumptuous meal this lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eslington Villa was a beautiful and sedate venue with such a relaxed and welcoming atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Nana along too so it was lovely to all be dressed up and enjoying time together while we ate delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to South Shields to a knitting/art exhibition which was very intriguing. My favourite was perhaps the proggy mat fish or the fully knitted Scream pastiche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just watched "The Wedding Singer" which was an Adam Sandler film made in 1998. It was rather great considering the age of it and that it starred Adam Sandler. I think he's just got worse with age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some topical comedy on Have I Got News For You.&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/8169347098171905073-5841918547257694444?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5841918547257694444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5841918547257694444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5841918547257694444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5841918547257694444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8619410582050601268</id><published>2011-04-21T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:39:15.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>By way of tiredness and lack of time I shall direct you to my video for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6T3JoFjZhDw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shall be typed in the morning I assume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8619410582050601268?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8619410582050601268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8619410582050601268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8619410582050601268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8619410582050601268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6T3JoFjZhDw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3854745632902785858</id><published>2011-04-20T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:23:26.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>I'm in a foody mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a wonderful carbonara for tea and we're watching Masterchef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I had a rather fancy chilli con carne and last night was, well, it needs a paragraph of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Buffet. The sign caught out eye as we left the car park in "The Lights" in Leeds. We thought about it as we went on a short walk into the city and decided that a worldly buffet was just what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;As we headed down the stairs in the restaurant we passed fake check in desk and walked through a corridor decked out like an aeroplane's cabin. Taking out seats in the thriving consuming area we marvelled at the decor and aromas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking our first plates around the room of food was an adventure in itself. I piled mine up with various salad, curry, naan bread, noodles, rice, prawn crackers, sausages, buttery veg (and more!). It was delicious. There were even some dishes that you could order to be cooked in front of you on a hot plate! Puddings were various and plentiful too in perfect bite sized portions which made it very easy to eat a bit too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll stop harping on about food now and get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3854745632902785858?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3854745632902785858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3854745632902785858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3854745632902785858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3854745632902785858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1876795038608426274</id><published>2011-04-19T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:41:00.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>We're heading off to Leeds today, I don't know how good the internet is going to be there but I hope I'll be able to get online tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today's blog is stolen straight from Hayley G Hoover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;b&gt;. The overall theme for the apocalypse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's Child - The Alice Band&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what this song is about but I doubt it's suitable. Especially as I'm a December child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The song that plays when I kill my first zombie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Your Best - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;br /&gt;Quite right, I wouldn't be an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;The song that plays while I'm being chased by a horde:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite - Phats and Small&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep these songs from the Hits CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;When I kill my loved one:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Tales of Sanfranciso - The Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;When I find a group of survivors:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuyahoga - REM&lt;br /&gt;It's about building a new world. Pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;When I meet my new love interest:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steppin' Sideways - E-Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;When I make my final stand:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got Nothing - Chartjackers&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;When I think I've survived it all:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds [instrumental] - James and the Giant Peach Sountrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;When I discover a bite mark on me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling Pony - Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Totally irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;The song during the end credits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Brief Repose - The Whomping Willows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was a bit of a failure, I don't want to do it again to see if it works better.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1876795038608426274?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1876795038608426274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1876795038608426274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1876795038608426274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1876795038608426274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1559891887633077826</id><published>2011-04-18T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:43:51.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>Not too much to report to day guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of reading and revision, a lovely chat with James on Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 6 resets of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the mood to try and type again today, still a little bit sleep deprived and we have to get up early tomorrow as far as I'm aware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodillyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1559891887633077826?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1559891887633077826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1559891887633077826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1559891887633077826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1559891887633077826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8076766506261120892</id><published>2011-04-17T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:35:47.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>So, dear readers of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently running on under 5 hours sleep right now and my ability to type has deteriorated to a poor level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night has been briefly covered in the latest Hazelizabeth video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned home today I caught up on blogs and some videos, started listening to a podcast and fell asleep for only half an hour. Woke up refreshed and ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Mum and I undertook a cake project.&lt;br /&gt;They are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://min.us/mvpe5VC#1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.min.us/kkyBmW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://min.us/mvpe5VC#2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.min.us/kk2XRu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://min.us/mvpe5VC#3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.min.us/kk2ZZ2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for more podcasts and total relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8076766506261120892?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8076766506261120892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8076766506261120892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8076766506261120892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8076766506261120892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5569918924254600238</id><published>2011-04-16T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:05:07.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be one of those life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might expect that a 20 year old would have, by now, experienced a birthday night out that lasts until 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't but tonight that is going to change. I'm going to be on sober duty (as per) but also on camera and taxi duty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ross' birthday bash in Newcastle; I'm a bit apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adventure it will be I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5569918924254600238?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5569918924254600238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5569918924254600238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5569918924254600238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5569918924254600238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7383579802639723984</id><published>2011-04-16T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:19:45.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>So, this is pretty much a "what I did today diary". However I don't do all that much and today I'm making a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically it's now past midnight and I've failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, I've not been to bed yet so I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was counting vouchers but now I've given up on them as I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of intrigue of any type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7383579802639723984?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7383579802639723984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7383579802639723984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7383579802639723984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7383579802639723984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-812488708150976486</id><published>2011-04-14T23:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:26:53.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>Our day in York went very well indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train journeys are lovely most of the time but sharing one with Hazel and introducing her to Sopio just made it even better! (She won!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops in York are gorgeous, the type of shop that makes you rethink being thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;York Uni has a massive man made plastic bottomed lake full of birds. We nearly got attacked by a goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked our day out even though I had to keep telling people that I wasn't applying and I was there with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've counted more Tesco and Sainsbury's vouchers for Dad's school and listened to more podcasts and also watched some of the HPDH1 special features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well, it is bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-812488708150976486?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/812488708150976486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=812488708150976486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/812488708150976486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/812488708150976486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8289227884775422526</id><published>2011-04-13T21:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:11:17.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>"Well, I think I might have had some juice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the unaware reader (I assume only James) the above may seem to be a fairly bland phrase.&lt;br /&gt;You might find it difficult to believe that it had Hazel and I bent double, barely able to breathe, in the car this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove past the entrance to Hamsterly Forrest.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of a trip I'd taken with my friend Steph when we were probably about 6 or 7.&lt;br /&gt;I recalled being offered boiled sweets that I had to refuse because of my eczema.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and I&amp;nbsp;reminisced&amp;nbsp;about how often we had to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought up the fact that I would often blame any after party eczema on juice (as you cannot deny a thirsty child a drink)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the laughter overtook us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I've just made a video of Hazel's Clarinetix and I revised a bit today and listened to more Russell and Jon casts from 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well, York tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8289227884775422526?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8289227884775422526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8289227884775422526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8289227884775422526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8289227884775422526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7878530287499095015</id><published>2011-04-12T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:55:57.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>Half 10 this morning as I popped my headphones on and locked the door I didn't really know what my trip would entail and how long I'd be out. I wasn't fussed, I knew I'd enjoy my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's walk was good although it was windy and a little cold. I met up with Ross and we went here and there all over town so he could buy some things for his designing. I had the most delicious paninni for lunch and we went to look if there were any films on. They were all due to start at 4 so instead we just finished up with some Waterstone's browsing and chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home by 2, I stuck on a podcast but fell asleep. I don't even know how but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's nearly 7pm and I'm going to write out some notes for Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7878530287499095015?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7878530287499095015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7878530287499095015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7878530287499095015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7878530287499095015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3590087988121527079</id><published>2011-04-11T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:14:33.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>I'm going to redirect you to this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tikken.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/beda-free-michael/"&gt;http://tikken.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/beda-free-michael/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mum and I drove to Leeds, picked up Auntie Irene, drove to The House of Lords and, after eating lunch, set off with mu Aunt, Uncle and cousin Matt to a lovely church about 20 mins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Hilda's funeral was a pure celebration of the life of someone who was clearly beloved by all she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also popped in to see Grandad while we were in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;He's still lying down in bed and not his usual upbeat self. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I returned to Durham I've edited and posted a video and laughed myself silly at my own behaviour, also Hazel's latest squirrel video is well worth a watch for the giggle factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted for no real reason and I'm going to town to meet Ross tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until yonder morning breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3590087988121527079?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6198971913955018168</id><published>2011-04-10T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:32:20.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>Today I worked through the Dave Gorman live show, drawing in the talking parts and writing notes in the music parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to the extras on the podcast now because I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I had more to write about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably something about how I haven't ticked any of my other tasks off my long list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to fill in my health cost claim form thing, and do a lot of SSAGO stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own website has been neglected too and that needs rectifying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, tomorrow is a day off from work so you'll have to wait to see any significant updates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss James.&lt;/div&gt;&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/8169347098171905073-6198971913955018168?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6198971913955018168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6198971913955018168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6198971913955018168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6198971913955018168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5970728951956602073</id><published>2011-04-09T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:25:25.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>Not got long to write this, I nearly forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel had a concert this evening at Bowes Museum with the County Durham Wind Band.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fantastic, they're all so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading to Bowes we watched the Grand National at my Nana's house.&lt;br /&gt;Dad picked the winner, Nana picked the one that came third. Everyone else lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early parts of my day consisted of writing a letter, revising and massive editing on the geddan video that you can see on Hazelizabeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5970728951956602073?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5970728951956602073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5970728951956602073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5970728951956602073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5970728951956602073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7622019729952708713</id><published>2011-04-08T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:37:42.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>"Too early," I thought as I awoke, "I bet it's not even 7 yet."&lt;br /&gt;I switched on my phone to see 6:57 staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after about an hour of just lying around, too lethargic to go downstairs, I eventually decided I couldn't put off a bathroom visit any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was showering and getting ready to go food shopping with Mum before a haircut at half 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haircut was done and dusted just as it reached 11, the time I'd planned on meeting up with my friends for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good 4 hours around the dun cow sculpture, eating and reminiscing. The sun was totally lovely and there was just enough breeze by the river for it to be comfortable and not clammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the bus home around 4 because I was not prepared to walk for an hour in the sun to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I was put to work shredding&amp;nbsp;receipts while I&amp;nbsp;indulged&amp;nbsp;in yet more old Jon Richardson podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is on the phone to Auntie Margaret and it's so funny to hear just her half of this conversation. I'm in the living room because BT infinity is very&amp;nbsp;temperamental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the distinct feeling that after our chicken based tea I'll be counting TESCO and Sainsbury's vouchers all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta'ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7622019729952708713?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7622019729952708713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7622019729952708713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7622019729952708713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7622019729952708713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8283346735464248324</id><published>2011-04-07T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:07:23.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning from a very strange dream which involved catching the wrong bus over and over then getting told off by my dad for not owning a waterproof torch and then doing some sort of potato sack race over water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'd shaken that dream from my head I showered and prepared myself for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Walking into town, listening to music, to meet up with Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;I ran some errands and had a quick chat with Hannah Howden when I saw her in the market place before Cait arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much talked non-stop for 4 and a half hours. Only food could stop us and the chicken wrap and Daim bar cake did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most fun parts of our shop browsing was trying to find cups and mugs for my art project in charity shops. Mostly they were in sets that I couldn't separate by buying just one. Some of the tacky items they have for sale are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home at half 5 my feet and hips were aching. I felt a bit old and creaky but realised I'm just terribly out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings with it a possible haircut and a picnic instead of a night out. Plans change and so I'm all up for a picnic in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8283346735464248324?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8283346735464248324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8283346735464248324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8283346735464248324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8283346735464248324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3010904751637790625</id><published>2011-04-06T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:51:11.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>Foo Fighters - Best of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful song to hear as I turn my DAB radio onto Kerrang for some inspirational music to get me though what I am deeming "the day of productivity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned yesterday I have plans for every day until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is "Caitlin Day" then I have "Reading and Going out Friday".&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is "Sister Saturday" because I have to make a VEDA video, which might be a joint one and in the evening I'm going to Bowes museum to watch her perform in a Clarinetix.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday might not have proper plans but I have to revise so it's pretty much taken up with that.&lt;br /&gt;Monday is a funeral which will take up most of my day travelling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End - Roadrunner United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard this one before, it's not the best song ever but it have this &lt;i&gt;sound&lt;/i&gt; to it which is just SO Kerrang. Takes me right back to when I first got this radio/cd/tape deck system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto my work now, I'll be back to type to you soon enough I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Day - System of a Down while I write out Greenberg quotations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got up to week 4 in notes and I've listened to about 5 podcasts today too!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thinking about reading Witch's Boy again so I might start that tonight even though I know I should finish LOTR first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it's Masterchef in a bit so I think that's going to have to be watched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3010904751637790625?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3010904751637790625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3010904751637790625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3010904751637790625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3010904751637790625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2076871682075107492</id><published>2011-04-05T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:37:33.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>Late post today but I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let down my dad my not doing the washing up properly and I let down myself by loosing my keys within my own coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have started writing up quotations from the first few lectures of the year and I have made a video.&lt;br /&gt;Last night's ginger biscuits have been a constant temptation but I survived by only caving and eating one pig and one rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go see Hazel sing in a massive performance of Carmina Burana. She was part of the Durham County Choir but there was also the&amp;nbsp;Darlington choir, a load of instrumentalists and a small section of younger students form various schools to make up some specific high chorus parts. It was an immersing and engaging experience which I&amp;nbsp;thoroughly&amp;nbsp;enjoyed. All 75 minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dad gifted me some pastel sharpies. They're very interesting and I am sure they will help me in my quest to organise my holiday via lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something planned pretty much every day until next Tuesday at the moment so that shall be fun to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2076871682075107492?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2076871682075107492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2076871682075107492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2076871682075107492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2076871682075107492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1232639344611454294</id><published>2011-04-04T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:09:42.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The Justin Bieber episode of Glee is on so I'll be watching that thank-you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Today was an odd one. I woke up once everyone had left the house and so couldn't decide whether to stay in bed all day (or at least my pyjamas) or make a move and get dressed properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I compromised by staying in bed until 9 and then only putting on my comfy shorts and Dr Who top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I spent a bit of this morning making a plan for the next four weeks and then a bit of time on my Prezi for art. However I've not sorted out a script for that yet or got the path quite right. I want some spinning bits I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We made ginger biscuits this afternoon and because I am a failure at all things "measuring" I SABOTAGED the whole experience by just pouring in some syrup without using a table spoon. The exact science of cooking was not entirely ruined when a bit more was added and the biscuits came out fine and dandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You should check out thesquirrelrebellion video by Hazel later on so you can see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;OH right, yeah. The casting for The Hunger Games was revealed today. Tumblr is upset. I'm not too fussed because to be totally honest I never believed either of the guys were all that handsome in the books. They're very rural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Going to sit back and watch Sue and Britt make this show awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1232639344611454294?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1232639344611454294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1232639344611454294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1232639344611454294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1232639344611454294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3769587569506882416</id><published>2011-04-03T23:34:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:05:57.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>I couldn't upload my video for so long, I actually tried about 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;It's up now though and within the right time frame so technically we haven't failed VEDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to visit my Grandad in hospital in Leeds.&lt;br /&gt;It was an emotional journey to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;He's 91 and has been such a strong,&amp;nbsp;decisive&amp;nbsp;and independent man for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Being in hospital and having to eat their food and be in bed does not suit him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also called in on my Great Aunt and Uncle, brought them some&amp;nbsp;broccoli&amp;nbsp;and carrots. They're not in the best shape either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me all about her trip to Middleton in Teesdale with her Year 5s. It sounds like an adventure and a half.&lt;br /&gt;During her explanation of the dog owned by the lady in charge of the centre she beautifully worded this description:&lt;br /&gt;"That dog is just a flapjack on legs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3769587569506882416?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3769587569506882416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3769587569506882416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3769587569506882416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3769587569506882416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-90035164471279060</id><published>2011-04-02T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:05:49.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>Ruddy BEDA I nearly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've brought my laptop downstairs while I watch Russell Howard's Good News with the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home in Durham, we travelled from Lancaster today and stopped in Kirby-Stephen for lunch on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet here has gone off 4 times this evening which is an arsekettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip to tkmaxx today and I got a good shopping haul for the first time in AGES!&lt;br /&gt;A dress, some shorts, a top and some shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't a quality blog but I have to watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-90035164471279060?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/90035164471279060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=90035164471279060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/90035164471279060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/90035164471279060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4439998952299947584</id><published>2011-04-01T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:57:13.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>I've had an odd day.&lt;br /&gt;I half made a VEDA video this morning but couldn't think of how to start it properly but then Hazel and I decided to collaborate on VEDA and do it on hazelizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better about that because it means we can share the load and it also will not clutter up our personal channels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've vacuum'd today, finally! I'm nearly packed to go home. All my left over fresh food is at James' as he is staying at Uni over these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a horrendous pile of books and papers to take home and revise from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gibberish but I think I'll get back into the writing flow as this moth progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired, I got up at 8ish this morning and it's only around 11pm but I could sleep right now if I wasn't writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I'm heading offline soon so that I can get my 40+ winks and be lively in the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4439998952299947584?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4439998952299947584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4439998952299947584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4439998952299947584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4439998952299947584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/04/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-34348648972414284</id><published>2011-03-28T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:30:10.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Films of the last 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Easy A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on at the cinema at Uni, it was the 5th time I had seen it so I knew it was fantastic. However, the experience of seeing on a big screen was RUINED by the noisy girls sat behind us who full on roared with laughter at the slightest amusing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tron: Legacy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really rather liked this film. The look of it was fantastic, we saw it in 2D and I don't think it spoiled it. The colours were so vibrant and the characters were interesting. One niggle though, it was called Tron and the character Tron was barely in it! I know that was also the name of the arcade game but still. Anyway, it's worth watching if you like action stuff or appealing visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percy Jackson and the Olympians - The Lightning Thief&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear me, this film was not good. It wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen but it was so cheesy and oh my goodness, a laughable film. Steve Coogan as Hades though, he wasn't as scary as Hades should be but he made the film better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one wasn't so bad. The actors were recognisable and the musical lightning was pretty fab. The whole thing was ridiculous but fun too. A very childish film and&amp;nbsp;mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a darn fantastic film. It's creepy as anything and sinister from the very beginning. You can play guessing and be heartbroken as some aspects of the plot are revealed. It's a sci-fi film set in a very realistic and not obviously high-tech England. Watch this film if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy with Steve Carell and Tina Fey. I found this one rather amusing, it was absurd in many ways but not in a way that made it cringe-worthy. You should give it a watch if you want something funny with mild peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hold much hope for this one and it pretty much lived up to my poor expectations. It was odd to see both Tony and Effy from Skins dressed up as ancient greeks. Also, Voldemort as Hades. Much better. However the title is very very misleading as it is really "build up to a fight between something that is a bit like a Titan but isn't even one of the original ones and a Demi-God called Perseus. Well, Pete Postlethwaite was in it too, so that was good. Don't bother with it though, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The A Team&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't all that brilliant. I was a bit confused by the plot. I was drawn in though and wanted to see what happened but there were not amazing moments to push it into being a great film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was pretty darn good. A&amp;nbsp;psychological&amp;nbsp;thriller and even though it started in a pretty low key and not so enthralling way, I enjoyed it. It certainly gets you thinking and is pretty rewarding when you finally reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for my film reviews. Life is good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-34348648972414284?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/34348648972414284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=34348648972414284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/34348648972414284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/34348648972414284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/films-of-last-2-weeks.html' title='Films of the last 2 weeks'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3793387328714331934</id><published>2011-03-23T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:53:14.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, the day of productivity.</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning to a text from my dearest sister, her annoyance at missing Serenity on tv last night because she was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not too fussed because it means when I go home next weekend I can watch it with her and it will be amazing once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a huge list of tasks to power through today and so I'm going to document my day as I do them and hopefully this blogging will help to keep me on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly: tidying... I've done a little bit, I've folded up all the clothes on the floor and put the bin bag by the door to take out later.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: emails... simple and then there was one from Alex asking me to check if my Parrot Stories image would be suitable quality to be printed up at 12inches for a vinyl release. I think it is but I don't have a high quality version of it with the text on so really I'm probably going to have to sort this out with Alan over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly: blogs and youtube... I've watched everything in my sub box and commented on those I think matter most.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly: watch Becoming Human. I liked it actually. Even though there wasn't that much new footage it was better to see the whole story as one. Poor ending but it was never going to be as good as Being Human.&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly: (and this is what I'm about to do now at 10:22 am) Video for itiselizabeth about art... I've recorded the footage &amp;nbsp;I need and so now comes mega edit. Also, I broke my tripod. :( I'm saving it now and starting on number 6.&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly: Christopher and His Kind and painting my nails... A truly beautiful piece of film.&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly... though this wasn't on my list... LUNCH and a program about David Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;Eighthly: SSAGO exec meeting. I'm off to that now, I hope my video gets some comments while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;Ninethly: Cash cheque and hand in census. Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;TENTHLY: (as if I've got to number 10 on my list!) Blog on my website...&lt;a href="http://elizabethcreaghan.com/?p=334"&gt; done&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Fire alarm interrupted my tidying...&lt;br /&gt;+ A revision time-table&lt;br /&gt;+ Blog, book reviews. Especially for "The Dead" which is worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;+ tea time before Harry Potter Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the quiz that is at 7 I'll be heading out to town to see James.&lt;br /&gt;More productiveness tomorrow as I still haven't vacuum'd, I have letters to write and post, emails to send, websites to update, designing to do, planning to do, revision to start etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun on the hills is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3793387328714331934?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3793387328714331934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3793387328714331934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3793387328714331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3793387328714331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday-day-of-productivity.html' title='Wednesday, the day of productivity.'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4144953253965296043</id><published>2011-03-13T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:16:29.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up (of the film review variety)</title><content type='html'>So since Percy Jackson we've watched a lot and I've not reported on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American was cancelled so we actually didn't get to see that.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Up in the Air that night instead. I liked this film, it was well acted. However, the story was a tiny bit&amp;nbsp;disappointing yet the music was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsters was alright actually, a mix between District 9 and every other invasion film ever. The monsters were quite beautiful when you saw them at the end. It ended abruptly as films have recently started doing... It had a few of those jump-in-your-seat moments and other gruesome scenes. I'd not watch it again but if you think it falls in your genre of preference you might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machete is a action/comic wonder film. It was by far the best thing I've seen in a while purely because it was so hilarious. It was gory and totally ridiculous from the very first scene but it was so&amp;nbsp;bizarre&amp;nbsp;that it pulled itself into the realm of wonder. I'd watch it again probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Education was an odd one. I liked it but I didn't get why she stayed with him. If I put that to one side it was rather fantastic but I still cannot believe that a girl like her would stick with a man like him once she found out some of those things. I know she was supposed to be so smitten/in love but I just, er, she was too clever. I think if I gave it a few years it might merit a re-watch but I'm not that bothered. You might like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped on Paranormal Activity 2 because we hadn't seen the first one and couldn't really be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tourist was actually much better than I expected. That is because I had been told it was bad and cliché and predictable. To be honest it was both cliché and predictable but that didn't make it bad. The story was not a bad one and the genuinely adorable character of Frank (played by Johnny Depp) but made it much better. I'd maybe even watch this again if it was on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, my life has been busy in art and other areas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4144953253965296043?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4144953253965296043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4144953253965296043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4144953253965296043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4144953253965296043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/catch-up-of-film-review-variety.html' title='Catch-up (of the film review variety)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7439585947241220559</id><published>2011-02-28T15:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:42:00.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Fourth blog in February</title><content type='html'>I've just tidied my desk in my studio space.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to have a wide space to work in rather than a 30cm square gap in all my rubble.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to... (interrupted train of thought as Gerry and Bill pop in to say hi and then wander off again to look at other peoples work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah, look up an artist called Brian Alfred who has been suggested to me. Maybe his&amp;nbsp;animations&amp;nbsp;will be relevant to my future work.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they will, and the internet will speed up soon over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the SSAGO social was the White Cross Pub Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Our team, Albert (because of Albert Stroller), got 73. Which is a damn respectable score as that quiz is difficult!&lt;br /&gt;We beat the two other SSAGO teams and game 5th in the pub, we also won some chocolate for correctly guessing 93 weeks in a speed answer question about Paul McCartney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Due Date&lt;/b&gt; was alright, it was entertaining at least. It wasn't good, I wouldn't bother with it again, but it wasn't bad either. It seemed a little disjointed, some of the ideas seemed to have been just thrown in for the sake of it. It didn't gel and I wasn't too fussed how it all ended up as neither of the main characters were wholly likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Town Called Panic &lt;/b&gt;was pretty odd. It was so ruddy strange and loud, the noises were harsh. The colours were too much and the movement (because it was&amp;nbsp;animated) was was jumpy. Reading the text meant that you got distracted and missed things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at home last week I got to see &lt;b&gt;Tangled&lt;/b&gt; which was a seriously beautiful film.&lt;br /&gt;So Disney, wonderful songs, a strong and&amp;nbsp;feisty&amp;nbsp;female lead.&lt;br /&gt;A charming and cute male lead. An ADORABLE chameleon companion.&lt;br /&gt;A devious nasty witchy "mother"...&lt;br /&gt;I adored it and I will watch it again many times I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought myself a t-shirt. It's the 11 Doctors and they're all stood on some Escher-like stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with it already and I cannot WAIT 'til it arrives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7439585947241220559?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7439585947241220559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7439585947241220559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7439585947241220559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7439585947241220559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/02/fourth-blog-in-february.html' title='Fourth blog in February'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5352380497224907616</id><published>2011-02-19T18:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:34:20.859Z</updated><title type='text'>5 times</title><content type='html'>This is my fifth attempt to talk to you this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to do the film reviews that are overdue and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;My creative writing failed me and I'm not in the mood right now to blog about anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the travesty that was Buried I've actually seen some alright films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Kids Are Alright&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I liked the characters (two lesbian Mum's, their two kids and their sperm donor) and it made me cry, the plot was new and it was vaguely compelling. Not the best film ever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burke and Hare &lt;/b&gt;(Which I nearly called Borgin and Burke)&lt;br /&gt;Dead bodies have never been funnier. Simon Pegg, Bill Bailey, Gollum (sorry, what! I forgot the actor's name!) and other famous faces made this comedy quite great. Not sure that I'd watch it again soon but I wouldn't skip it if it turned up on tv in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let Me In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;remake. If you can stand watching things with subtitles and you want a vampire film with proper vampires that burn in the sun, check out Let The Right One In. I suppose I should read the book, I've been told that it's worth it! (I liked the original btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow dip into the life of two old people and their friends. Jim Broadbent made this one good, oh and his brother Argus Filch (well, the actor but I'm not going to google it, you know who I mean!). It was a bit bland and it ended abruptly. It was also fairly downbeat toward the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best film at the cinema this term by a long shot. It was exciting and powerful and brilliantly acted. I grew to love the characters, there were unexpected moments and predictable ones too. Well worth it for the old age CIA agents bringing it back in a great way. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serenity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this on dvd after watching all of the brilliant Firefly. It was a good film, very good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An&amp;nbsp;honourable&amp;nbsp;mention goes to the &lt;b&gt;gosh darn fantastic magnificent best thing ever that is Firefly &lt;/b&gt;which we watched in its entirety over the last week. 14 episodes is not enough. Damn it Fox, you should never have cancelled it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it you cannot be my gorram friend. (If you haven't seen it yet that's ok, just get watching it now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5352380497224907616?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5352380497224907616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5352380497224907616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5352380497224907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5352380497224907616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-times.html' title='5 times'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4919159686854823450</id><published>2011-02-10T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:19:28.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>I'm currently sitting on my swivel chair in E12 (my room on campus) and watching the little lights of cars as they pootle around the roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the look of the word roundabout. It's unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Nifty, however, is a very lovely word in both sound and&amp;nbsp;appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blog like this all the time. Tell you all about me, about what I'd been up to. The discussions we'd had in English or the comments from car journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my life is sitting by myself listening to musicals and painting or drawing or plain thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Another lot of my life is spent watching moving images; videos on youtube, films at the cinema, tv shows on iPlayer and James playing Runescape.&lt;br /&gt;I spend hours and hours every day with James. I can't understand people who don't want to spend every moment with their significant other.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read a bit every day (currently in Lord of the Rings Two Towers) and I'm also updating my proper website with my artwork nearly every day.&lt;br /&gt;I read through the skype conversation that I have called "the sexbucket" it's a load of awesome internet friends and my sister (who is also an awesome internet friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to the radio and I find out my news through youtube and tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I always intend to make food before heading out to art in the morning but I often find I'll meander over and I'll get there and be working and then realise I didn't. So I buy more ready made sandwiches than I should.&lt;br /&gt;I talk to Paige the most in art, she's pretty awesome and I don't even know if you know that I have a friend called Paige. Which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;If I blogged more I'd spend less time "living" and more time "recording" but I miss it. I seriously miss my diary of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Should I try and make blogging a daily or at least every 3 days or so&amp;nbsp;occurrence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is writing a story that should be made public in March.&lt;br /&gt;I think once we hit March I'll be back blogging more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4919159686854823450?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4919159686854823450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4919159686854823450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4919159686854823450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4919159686854823450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/02/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7508028017245129067</id><published>2011-02-05T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:11:57.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Not Up To Scratch</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck's acting was superb and the story was compelling. It wasn't the best film ever but it was much better than some of the others this term. It wasn't clever bank robbery in the way that Hustle or Oceans or Lucky Break manage it but it was swift and well planned. Also, Pete Postlethwaite was the florist who they used to get their money into the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Social Network&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this film, it was dramatic and compelling and the characters were so well crafted and acted. It ended abruptly and I'm not sure I could watch it again soon. Overall it is worth watching, especially if you've ever had anything to do with Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was on iPlayer, it was Gwyneth Paltrow and Jake Gyllenhaal and it was pretty good. Few characters, a plot about maths and madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary and Max&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An animation about pen-pals. An 8 year old girl and a 40something man, she&amp;nbsp;Australian&amp;nbsp;and he American. She inquisitive and chocolate loving, he Aspergers and chocolate loving. It told the story from their first letter until Mary was in her 20s. At times it was depressing and creepy and downright odd. I wouldn't recommend it but it wasn't the worst thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first film we ever walked out of. I don't regret it at all.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the first 30 minutes or so and then it broke, we waited thinking if they got it fixed soon then we might as well see how much worse it could get. After a 5 minute wait we decided that the start hadn't been good enough at all so we'd just look up the plot online.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a guy buried in a box with a phone and a lighter and some pens. He's constantly burning the oxygen and he somehow has signal underground. He is rude to all the people on the phone who might help him. Apparently later on he finds a bag with a knife in it that somehow he hadn't seen before and a snake gets in. I wasn't remotely bothered about if he lived or died, (he dies) and it's all just dramatic rubbish. For the first 30 seconds the screen was entirely black while you heard heavy breathing. Worse than Goodbye Solo. So that makes it the worst film ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might re-watch Inception tonight. Or just Hustle...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7508028017245129067?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7508028017245129067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7508028017245129067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7508028017245129067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7508028017245129067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-up-to-scratch.html' title='Not Up To Scratch'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6728382421179341954</id><published>2011-01-26T11:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:23:22.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Life and Times of Liz</title><content type='html'>So, I feel like I've been ever so busy since I wrote that random piece of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen "Winter's Bone" "Exit Through The Gift Shop" "Despicable&amp;nbsp;Me" and "The Illusionist" recently.&lt;br /&gt;I've been painting my mini portraits and even though there are some errors I feel I'm getting much better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to pursue this project into an area that could even include digital representations such as a projection of the links between.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my downtime I've been re-doing &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethcreaghan.com/"&gt;www.elizabethcreaghan.com&lt;/a&gt; which I'm so much happier with now.&lt;br /&gt;I know it needs improving and personalising but with the Wordpress style of it I'm sure I'll be able to design a smashing layout when I get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading The Lord of the Rings. I seem to still have a form of book&amp;nbsp;narcolepsy and so I find myself barely able to get through a chapter without dosing off. Anyway, I'm enjoying it (thankfully) and I'm only about 50 pages from the end of the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to log off this laptop of mine and do a drawing. It's going to be something experimental and different because I need to test things as that's one of the ways to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Art updates you should check the Posts! area of my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or right, I didn't review those films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's Bone was gritty and strange and a bit slow and at points I didn't really mind what happened to the characters. It was ok though if you want to put yourself through an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit Through the Gift Shop was a Banksy documentary based around street art and the film collections of a pretty crazy man called&amp;nbsp;Thierry. Well, I've read about it after and people seem to think it's a "hoax" cooked up by Banksy himself. Whatever it is I think it was quite fascinating as I've never known much about street art or even Banksy except for him being witty and clever and subversive and now I see his appeal. He's pretty much a genius and to become so well know without revealing his identity (unlike the freaking Stig) well that's just amazing. I recommend this film/documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despicable Me I thought was lovely, charming, strangely proportioned (but many animations are). It was quirky and cute and had enough laughs. You engaged with the characters and it was just a good film. I have to point out that James wasn't so won over by it though so maybe you mightn't like it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Illusionist had so much promise but it just didn't live up to it. It was oh so beautifully animated and the music was fitting and wonderful and magical. The story was strange (as in a man buys a woman shoes and then she follows him to Edinburgh and they live in a hotel while she manipulates him into buying a new coat/dress etc for her and he fails to get much good work as an illusionist on stages. Gradually they don't fall in love and she meets someone else. With subplots of other failing entertainers and barely any speech that ranged from French to Gaelic.) it just wasn't that great. I nearly fell asleep because I just wasn't engaged by the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. It's the Town at the end of the week and that looks a bit pants too. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6728382421179341954?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6728382421179341954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6728382421179341954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6728382421179341954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6728382421179341954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-feel-like-ive-been-ever-so-busy.html' title='Life and Times of Liz'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-472734167776554178</id><published>2011-01-19T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:25:45.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Write for at least 250 words about a breakdown, a promotion, and a house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I ventured across the unkempt pathway, tripping slightly on the loose gravel and snagging my thin tights on the twigs of bushes that had stopped flowering years ago, I spied the faded green paint of the door. Cracked with the heat of the decades of summers and left to peel, it brought memories of my childhood rushing back. Those days when Mum had brought me here to stay when I was sick and couldn’t go to school; my reluctant fingers would grip the worn doorknob when she tried to drag me home at the end of the day. It didn’t smell right though, I thought as I tucked the keys into my pocket. Gingerbread, blankets, hot chocolate. Not this musty, empty, smell. Bracing myself I entered the living room. It was too much though - salt water leaked and fingers formed fists. I edged to the window, drew back the curtains, trying to relax. Each ornament and photo, the depressed area of carpet where her favourite chair had sat, snagged at my mind. I sank to the floor, my back to the window and bawled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The vibration of my mobile cut through my stupor and brought my attention to my bedraggled and frankly vulnerable state. I dabbed my eyes, reached into my bag and took the call. &lt;br /&gt;“Where are you?” Vicky hissed, “You’re late and I need your help.”&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to sob I replied, “I’m not really available right now, can this wait?”&lt;br /&gt;“No.” She’d hung up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reluctantly, I pulled myself to me feet maintaining that I’d come back when I had more time. Coming before work was a bad idea anyway but I’d thought the quick visit would have put my mind at rest and not, as it happened, cause a minor breakdown. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entering the office I was greeted by an eerie lack of people, no Vicky, and a note to head to one of the conference rooms. A promotion party, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, this is different for me. What do you think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-472734167776554178?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/472734167776554178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=472734167776554178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/472734167776554178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/472734167776554178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/01/write-for-at-least-250-words-about.html' title='Write for at least 250 words about a breakdown, a promotion, and a house.'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3525221736728960717</id><published>2011-01-16T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:22:53.687Z</updated><title type='text'>He was my King Lear</title><content type='html'>James is writing so much at the moment and it makes me feel pretty rubbish that I don't blog much any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Postlethwaite's tribute show is on iPlayer so I'm watching that while I tidy the last remnants of my unpacking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, I'm watching it while I blog for now (with the full intention to tidy in a bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a few films, but not many, since I last blogged and I'm looking forward for this new term and more Cinema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nativity (with Martin Freeman) was so lovely! It was charming and funny and ever so clever.&lt;br /&gt;Adam, a film Hazel got for Christmas, was totally wonderful, it was heart-wrenching and beautifully filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played a lot of LEGO Harry Potter and drawn some sketches for The Stones of Arzingdale (James' hidden blog story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-watched Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist and Labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've come back to Uni, made a video, drawn up some sweet timetables and am getting ready for a full 11 week term of KNUCKLING DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to start some short creative writing projects soon. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3525221736728960717?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3525221736728960717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3525221736728960717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3525221736728960717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3525221736728960717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-was-my-king-lear.html' title='He was my King Lear'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-889342553911960714</id><published>2011-01-02T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:36:47.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry New Seasons Greetings Year Thing</title><content type='html'>'11 has started.&lt;br /&gt;I have much to record in this online journal of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been and gone. I was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;My 20th Birthday has passed. That was alright too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is here and I've been playing Lego Harry Potter on the DS and all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched rather a lot of films since term ended and I don't want to write full on reviews for them all, a few words should suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great characters, very funny, amusing take on a zombie film, well worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic, wonderful, watch it yearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful adaptation of a brilliant novel, glad to have re-watched this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kinky Boots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another re-watch, enchanting, feel-good, heart-warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Actually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, in the best way, so many lovely aspects, worth the re-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AWESOME, great voices, wonderful animation, lovely Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cera plays it well, mostly good characters, quirky story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dave Gorman: Stand Up. Live.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely comedy show full of quick witted laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much fantastic! Loved the ridiculousness of the whole enchanting affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched the&amp;nbsp;end of Narnia: Prince Caspian and a bit of Elf but they don't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted a Hazelizabeth video today too.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-889342553911960714?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/889342553911960714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=889342553911960714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/889342553911960714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/889342553911960714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-new-seasons-greetings-year-thing.html' title='Merry New Seasons Greetings Year Thing'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-727160052835393091</id><published>2010-12-21T09:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:37:57.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Home blog!</title><content type='html'>I shall apologise only briefly for my absence. Until this moment, right now, at 9am on Tuesday, I haven't felt the blogging urge. After years of blogging I am aware that the forced ones are less readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home in Durham, wouldn't you know. Now, you could have guessed this fact (due to it being close to Christmas) or know me enough to have read it on facebook, or most likely, you're Mum and you were in the car when you picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;We were scared the snow would prevent me from travelling but thankfully it stayed clear, just cold instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned to our home I prepared myself for a meal/night out with the Durham friend circle. We went to Nandos, had a wonderful catch-up chat in Lloyd's and headed home about half 10 as we're all tired and/or ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night heralded a comedy adventure to Darlington where 4 comedians performed for us and each of the three main ones were totally awesome. I can't explain how much I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, so that's yesterday, I spend the day chilling and watching stuff, most notable Easy A, again, but this time with Haze. Also, we got to go to a church carol service in town where Hazel sang, we all sang, and Hazel (along with others) played handbells! So talented and totally enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't really have a plan for the day, some sort of chill/sort day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for what I have neglected!&lt;br /&gt;FILMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Him to the Greek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wasn't that bothered about this film, it&amp;nbsp;definitely wasn't anywhere as good as people made it out to be! It made me laugh though, Tom Felton and the furry walls. But the jokes were stilted, old fashioned, awkward and a bit racist. Overall, I wouldn't watch it again but it was worth seeing once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Predators&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I quite enjoyed this one, not so much the plot but the world it was set in, the characters and the ideas. It made me think I might like the original film, but not enough for me to actively search it out. Compared to some films I've had to sit through... well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Killer Inside Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Urgh, I didn't like this. For people who like creepy slow-paced realistic violence with drawling accents and Jessica Alba being beaten to death in the face and and STILL saying she loves him as he is doing it. Saying sorry isn't enough you douche. I thought it would be something exciting and mysterious but he just&amp;nbsp;blatantly&amp;nbsp;killed people and&amp;nbsp;happily&amp;nbsp;carried&amp;nbsp;on lying and living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's Out of My League&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After the last film this seemed pretty awesome, although it is only a&amp;nbsp;mediocre&amp;nbsp;film, the comedy characters (especially Stainer) make it worthwhile and it's a light-hearted laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tumblr made me do it. I watched it and loved it and watched it again! Quote, screencap, quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The characters are lovely and realistic, the idea is similar to experience school but blown&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;proportion as any film must do. Truthfully it represents teenagerdom with the validity and speed of lies and rumours and the emotional distress this can cause. Yet it is tied together with some great filming, editing ideas and most of all comedy. Olive is witty, her family awesome, and her peers&amp;nbsp;relatable. WATCH THIS FILM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/8169347098171905073-727160052835393091?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/727160052835393091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=727160052835393091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/727160052835393091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/727160052835393091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-blog.html' title='Home blog!'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3838277254154547464</id><published>2010-12-02T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:28:10.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Light snow, it's going UPWARDS.</title><content type='html'>While I watch a program about Foods that Make Millions I shall inform you of my recent adventures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story No. 1. Key Loss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday morning, when preparing to leave James' room in town, I patted my coat pockets only to reveal that there were NO KEYS within. I frantically ransacked my rucksack and they were not located. I spent the rest of Tuesday worrying and being annoyed by the lack of original keys. I had been able to borrow a spare from the Porter. On Wednesday morning I rang the bus company, described my keys and went to pick them up. The feeling of relief cannot be described.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story No. 2. Layers and Snow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I have been wearing, at the least, 3 layers of tops. Yesterday it was 3 t-shirts 2 hoodies and my coat. It's ruddy cold. Yet there isn't much snow at all. Back home my sister Hazel is living through knee high snow. We still don't have enough to cover the grass properly. I sort of want it to snow properly to make the cold weather worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story No. 3. Films&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was time for "&lt;b&gt;The Expendables&lt;/b&gt;" a film written, directed, and starred in, by Sylvester Stallone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't much like it. It was in the same genre as "The Losers" and it was about 1/8th as good. James thought it was good but the mindless violence (pretty much for the sake of it) and lack of appealing characters just failed to engage me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we saw "&lt;b&gt;The Girl Who Played With Fire&lt;/b&gt;" which was the second film in a series I knew nothing about. It was actually pretty good, you could tell it was based on a book because of all the twists and the quantity of characters. It was subtitled in a yellowy white text that sometimes couldn't be read for over a minute due to some scenes being very pale. I'm not really compelled enough by it to read the book series or to watch the other films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story No. 4. Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been painting small again. I'm not fully happy with what I've done but I've uploaded them on facebook for people to see. I think they look better in real life than a photo can show. The scale impact is RUINED on a computer screen. I need to paint a whole load more and buy some coloured wool so I can connect them up in a big web on the wall. Oh and masking tape. I ran out and Bill isn't running the shop today and I have a lecture in the morning. *le sigh* Going to get on with my work this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story No. 5. Showtunes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood has been lifted 100 fold recently by my showtunes playlist that I finally made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it is lacking though, it needs Rocky Horror on it and Joseph and Starlight Express (just because) I crave more showtunes. I would also like the entire Beatles back catalogue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I'd like is an iTunes gift card so that I feel that all the new music I want would be a present.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this program about cereal has been rather interesting. I think I might go to the library and see if there are any books about Photorealism as it interests me and I can't do it myself.&amp;nbsp;&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/8169347098171905073-3838277254154547464?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3838277254154547464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3838277254154547464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3838277254154547464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3838277254154547464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/light-snow-its-going-upwards.html' title='Light snow, it&apos;s going UPWARDS.'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6726678634286856301</id><published>2010-11-28T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:20:52.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Delay = Length</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thursday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Davies was hilarious. SO worth £12.50, worth more because Edd (the warm up act) was just as rip-roaringly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek Forever After&lt;br /&gt;So much better than the 3rd one. I truly enjoyed this film, seeing these amazing characters and animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool art galleries and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed this film. They're getting the hang of it now. I had issues with some bits (like Wormtail) but otherwise it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA My thoughts on this haven't changed much since the first time I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt with Angelina Jolie. I though it was alright but not amazing. Russian/American spy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gerry said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Luvle, has been a bit wanky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;" and we all giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;SSAGO three legged bar crawl turned into a 10 legged bar crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a terrible video about European student riots in 1968 I had Tourguide Training for THREE HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art day learning about paper and egg tempera and dammar varnish and Gerry making more ridiculous jokes. Scott Pilgrim, 3rd viewing, still awesome. I adore this film to geekery heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food concoction we had for tea was&amp;nbsp;surprisingly&amp;nbsp;tasty. Egg mayo, pasta, bacon and fresh peppers.&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk where I got thoroughly disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;Misfits and QI were viewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a "day off" and went shopping and were lazy and watched Scenes of a Sexual Nature on BBCiPlayer.&lt;br /&gt;It was pants, it was so trite and the characters seemed so unrealistic, all except for that nice old couple. Even then they sang of CLICHÉ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday. I've made some more rice krispie slice. I've done most of my Art History.&lt;br /&gt;Hazelizabeth was Hazel's turn this week. I hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6726678634286856301?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6726678634286856301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6726678634286856301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6726678634286856301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6726678634286856301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/delay-length.html' title='Delay = Length'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-588772821743229866</id><published>2010-11-18T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:33:12.511Z</updated><title type='text'>London trip! (long post but full of detail)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What a bland title for such a complex experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Monday morning, it hits half 7 and my phone starts buzzing and I know I have to get out of the warm haven that is bed and shower. The shower at James' can be quite unpredictable but thankfully it was warm and woke me up enough to feel confident that the day would go well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;By 8 we were both ready, I'd eaten an apple and James had decided to surface and walk with me to the train station even though he didn't need to be up so early, which was very lovely of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My train was delayed so we had to sit on the rather cold station chairs and wait. I got on the train, listened to music and made my way to London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Met Alex at Leicester Square tube station and we headed off to see an exhibition by&amp;nbsp;Noel Fielding which was in a cafe. Strange one that was but still worth a look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's wonderful spending time with Alex, he has so many ideas that he just wants to share, knows so many things an has had and has still some amazing opportunities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We headed over to&amp;nbsp;Green Park where there are a load of smaller galleries that have work for sale. Some of these are works by prolific people like Richard Hamilton that are going for about £65,000, others about £500 by the less well known but often (in my opinion) more aesthetically pleasing, artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I saw some genuinely inspiring work, and some totally pants stuff too; it's good to see the range though, and that terrible stuff can sell for £16,000.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We headed to Subway for lunch, just because it was near and we were very hungry. Laughing at the fact they bother to sell side dishes. Who would want them? We chatted about music, as you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After visiting some more galleries I'd covered all those on my list for the day by about half 4 so we just headed back to his flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Due to it being "Email Monday" I just chilled out and listened to the snippets of information and ideas he was sharing. Charlie turned up after a meeting he'd had and we all just hung out as I learnt various things. These included the&amp;nbsp;Chromaroma thing that Alex had signed up to. It's&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;an online multiplayer game played through Oyster Cards. Also found out that Sugar wanted a photo of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Charlie for a poster which he refused. Listened to some sneak previews of songs. (New Chameleon Circuit demos!) Also, a load of other things I cannot share because even though no-one really reads this, I don't want to spread all over the internet because they're things that you tell friends and not everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were all starving and there was no food in the flat so we headed off to the&amp;nbsp;Tesco nearby.&lt;br /&gt;A very odd shopping experience as I've never shopped with anyone who doesn't go for the bargains and only buys one carton of juice even when they're on offer. (Not BOGOF just 2 for £3 and one costs £1.80 sort-of-thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;While Charlie cooked us tea, Alex and I played Buzz. I failed miserably as I'm just not quick enough and make silly mistakes. Pasta, red pesto, and peas was a delicious tea as we watched a documentary I think was called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelical Right&lt;/b&gt;'. It was a mix of extremely interesting, disturbing, educational and funny. In some aspects downright scary and in others exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;Followed up with some Wii time where I failed at Wii sports and gradually got better at Super Smash Bros Brawl until I even reached the point where it was just me against Charlie (Alex and the CPU were out) and it was 1:1 lives. Unfortunately, as I fail at computer games, and Charlie actually knew what he was doing, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;The inflatable mattress I slept on was way comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to film properly in the NeriCoolikeLocation... which is a fail on my part.&lt;br /&gt;I read Pick Me Up in the morning and we set out to see some more Art about 11.&lt;br /&gt;We hit up the bigger galleries on Tuesday by starting at the TATE Modern. I got to see some Francis Bacon, the Sunflower Seeds and some other great things. We headed to a competition gallery that we'd been flyer'd for and on the Millennium Bridge we saw Ben Wilson (the guy who paints on chewing gum) working. I managed to film him chatting to another guy about his work and that'll probably show up in a video of mine and perhaps Alex's as I sent him the footage too. We headed to the Oxford Street area and found this genuinely lovely cafe in which I had a fantastic chicken, bacon, avocado and cranberry "french burger" and was asked by the waiter why I don't like cheese.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the V&amp;amp;A to see the 'Shadow Catchers' exhibition which is photography by 5 artists, done without a camera, just a range of different treated papers and exposure techniques. What you see is the original and only photo. Just awe inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Saatchi rounded off out gallery visits and because we had about 2 hours spare we headed to Harrods.&lt;br /&gt;A genuinely wonderful London experience that shop is. Alex spent ages looking at shoes (because he's been wearing slippers recently) and ended up (after lots of thought and advice) buying some Ugg shoe/slippers that are black and some GUCCI velcro shoes which were just because he doesn't have anything remotely waterproof otherwise! On the way out we met some American students who, headed by a girl called Crystal, had been looking for Alex and/or Charlie for 3 months. We chatted to them for ages and they were so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;To the station, food and another delayed train home got me to Preston just after the time my 'Last-Train-to-Lancaster' should have left. It was late and Rach from SSAGO was there and then I was in Lancaster and James was there and I was so tired and we walked home and he had a sausage sandwich and we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normality resumed on Wednesday when we had a lie in, went shopping, lazed around and ate and watched a film. We watched &lt;b&gt;Drop Dead Gorgeou&lt;/b&gt;s on iPlayer and it was cheesy and hilarious and pretty good actually even though some of the characters were a bit obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today, I'm back on the internet for the first time since Sunday. I've watched&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;GLEE and adored the Singing in the Rain bit with Mike and Mr Shue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to catch up with youtube for a bit, after lunch work hard, check my post and work some more, maybe watch SJA. Afterwards it'll be tea time and then GREG DAVIES doing comedy in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked hearing my adventure... stay tuned for more random Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-588772821743229866?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/588772821743229866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=588772821743229866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/588772821743229866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/588772821743229866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/london-trip-long-post-but-full-of.html' title='London trip! (long post but full of detail)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2586015229294775586</id><published>2010-11-14T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:06:43.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>On Friday, James and I went out for tea at Bella Itallia. Mmmm. Good job we have TESCO vouchers though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we saw the film "The Losers". It was one based on a DC cartoon and it was really very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we saw "Prince of Persia" which was so Disney it hurt. Jake Gyllenhaal was good but the accents for everyone were just bizarre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to London very early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm writing my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&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/8169347098171905073-2586015229294775586?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2586015229294775586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2586015229294775586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2586015229294775586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2586015229294775586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2316953174132897518</id><published>2010-11-11T10:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:58:36.387Z</updated><title type='text'>These strange things they call Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm well aware that this isn't posted on Wednesday. I ended up not having time to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Wednesdays I have the full day off, yesterday was one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke at James', for once without an alarm so we procrastinated on getting the day started until 12.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping for little things like peanut butter and biscuits before I headed back to campus to get on with my essay.&lt;br /&gt;Here I shall go into how amazing this laptop is. Without wireless on the battery lasts for 7.5 hours. Anyway, I worked from 1:40pm to 5:15 and I've nearly reached the lower word limit of 3000 words. I think it starts fairly well but it gets all difty and a bit terrible after the third topic. I really need to read through what I have and that will get me over 3000. Then I have referencing to sort too. So far everything that is a reference, or needs sorting, is highlighted in red.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was yawning more often than typing I called it a day so I could return to my room and watch GLEE. OHGOODNESSITISAMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;For tea we had beef and rice and peas. For pudding we had caramel and butterscotch&amp;nbsp;Frappe which had been gifted to us by James' parents.&lt;br /&gt;We started to watch Blade Runner, which I will review when we've seen the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Thursday and I have to read some Art History for tomorrow and then go print some stuff in the library before lunch then Art tutorials this afternoon.&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/8169347098171905073-2316953174132897518?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2316953174132897518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2316953174132897518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2316953174132897518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2316953174132897518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-strange-things-they-call.html' title='These strange things they call Wednesday'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-565993778732272746</id><published>2010-11-07T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:47:25.998Z</updated><title type='text'>The clouds are really beautiful today</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I've been pretty lax with my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;What is there to know?&lt;br /&gt;I really need to do my washing soon, I'm almost out of knickers.&lt;br /&gt;I should be reading for my art history right now because at 5 I'm heading over to James'.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to see Isy Sutti do stand-up.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kipling Fiendish Fancies are delicious. They're all natural colours and flavourings but one TINY cake is 5% of my daily callories and 18% of my sugar. If I eat half the box (and a box is only 50p in Spar) that's 72%. Good job I've only done that twice this week. (Once watching Amilie and the other at the Fireworks).&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, last night we went to see the fireworks. They're free in Lancaster and there were 4 viewing areas because they weren't letting people up by the castle where they were being done from. It was a wonderful show and they were so HUGE! Even from a distance it was spectacular. We missed seeing the A Team for them and I think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;My essay is 1/3 done with 2 full weeks and 2 days to go. -2 days when I go to London at the beginning of week 6. I'm positive I'll get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film reviews!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amelie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this film, it was immensely interesting and well thought out, quirky and emotional and fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Reading the text was difficult at times because some aspects of it go so quickly that if you want to look at facial expressions too then you miss a sentence or two.&lt;br /&gt;I'd watch this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robin Hood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a prequel, that I didn't know was going to be a prequel until I watched it, and didn't massively enjoy it. I mean, it was well made but it wasn't my cup of tea. As James said, he didn't really use his bow and arrow enough. I'll not watch this again unless it is the only thing on tv at the time, and even then I think I'd put a dvd on instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, now I'm going to do my AH reading.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-565993778732272746?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/565993778732272746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=565993778732272746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/565993778732272746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/565993778732272746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/clouds-are-really-beautiful-today.html' title='The clouds are really beautiful today'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2259200130237443330</id><published>2010-11-03T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:58:47.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog title freedom!</title><content type='html'>So, now that it is no longer November my alphabet cycle has finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fantastic, my favourite of anything Monty Python I've watched so far. It was quirky and witty and included shrubberies.&lt;br /&gt;Well worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is a french film that we watched with subtitles. It was totally fantastic. It is about a guy who gets paid to break couples up, only if they are unsatisfied so that he never really breaks hearts, just sets people free. He works with his sister and her husband and they wear all sorts of crazy disguises and use technologies to manipulate the situation. Pretty awesome and well worth watching despite having to read subtitles throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself I'm pretty good, fairly happy with everything and pretty confident that my work is going to turn out ok in the end. I've been trying to work out what I want to do, haphazardly trying different avenues and techniques, collecting ideas and trying to figure out where to go. I'm getting put off track by having to concentrate on my essay so much which is due in in 2 and a bit weeks. So, at the moment I'm spending a lot of time reading about Francis Bacon as I have to write an essay on him. Well, I chose him from a list because I thought he would be interesting, he is but he also doesn't fit into many stereotypes which makes him difficult to write about, but also quite good to give many opinions and write critically about. Or he will once I get to the writing part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSAGO went bowling last night and I came 2nd twice! Pretty good. 102 points in the first game 119 in the second. It was great fun to get to know people better while we chatted in between goes. I've learned more names now! Also, I turned on the camera to record for my video, just thought, I'll record one and no matter what I get I'll use it. FIRST STRIKE OF THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my life, I'm not NaNoing, just living my life as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write back in here soon I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2259200130237443330?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2259200130237443330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2259200130237443330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2259200130237443330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2259200130237443330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-title-freedom.html' title='Blog title freedom!'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-2255539848483435284</id><published>2010-10-30T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:34:09.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zneet Znadder Zneet</title><content type='html'>Remember My Hero? The episode where they were all hypnotised to do silly things when certain numbers were heard? Well, blog title is a reference to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Meaning of Life - Monty Python&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty bizarre film to be perfectly honest. I quite enjoyed it, it was laughable, but it was also very awkward and just not as good as the Life of Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is honestly the only film I've seen since the last post... which is actually crazy but it's just because the Uni cinema has been a bit of a let down this week. Lebanon and Sex in the City 2 were not on the "films to see" list of either James or I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at blogging really. I'm not fruity enough with my language. Good job that this is just a diary then.&lt;br /&gt;That's what it set out to be and what it has remained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-2255539848483435284?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2255539848483435284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=2255539848483435284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2255539848483435284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/2255539848483435284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zneet-znadder-zneet.html' title='Zneet Znadder Zneet'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5777597101261168062</id><published>2010-10-23T14:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:06:39.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zirak-zigil</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D; one of the three peaks that towered over the mines of Moria (RELEVANT, YES)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically I've seen it before but I didn't really concentrate on it, years ago. For a first proper viewing it was awesome. I adore it, as a series, already. Though I still don't think I'd be able to make it through the books. I did try, honestly, but at 12 or 13 I go SO TIRED of it. The film is a wonderment of acting, filming, editing, scenery, ideas and everything. Wow. Top notch. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fairly good film, enjoyed all the action, the technical mumbo jumbo, the fact that they were a bit like super heroes but it was all man-made tech. I haven't seen the first one but some of the people at SSAGO were telling me it's much better. James said it's comparably good so I'm still pretty happy to search out a cheap dvd of it at some point. It was all go, action, the characters were good but you don't get to know them. As with many action films it felt very much about the BATTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cemetery Junction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy good film this for characterisation, for lovely ideas, realistic people and situations. Observational. I nearly cried so many times just because of the emotion being portrayed. The actors were good, fitted the parts and you got to KNOW them, unlike Iron Man, because the lack of MASSIVE PLOT and just life, let you. Also, Tom Hughes who played Bruce, looks like KickThePJ at odd moments. The advert made it look a bit terrible due to poorly picked clips. In reality it's gripping and the comedy is just right, not forced like in Funny People. (Which btw I saw last year and it was one of the worst.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've watched this is 4 sittings because we start watching right as we're just reaching top tired levels. We had to stop and sleep. It's so good. I love the Ents and Gandalf and Smeagle. I think he's so sweet despite being a very creepy creature. Darn it I hate that ring. I know the whole story is about it but it's such a bloody arse about putting people in danger! I had a massive laughing fit when it got to the "What's taters ehy?" "POH-TAY-TOES" "Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew", bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this with Caitlin over the summer but this was James' first viewing. The cinema was full, I'm pretty sure they turned a whole host of people away too. Even though we were so far back in the queue, and James was protesting that it would be ruined if we got a bad seat and that we should just go on Friday instead, we held out and still managed to sit in the middleish area. It was once again a wonderful feat of filming and action and effects and ideas. It still baffles me and still excites me. I jumped so many times at the loud or shocking things that I should have anticipated. Enjoyable, but I wont want to watch it again now for a good few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Rings - Return of the King (extended version)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good. I love the LotR world, fantastic. A wonderful film.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished it now and have got a lot of work to do... Going to do that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5777597101261168062?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5777597101261168062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5777597101261168062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5777597101261168062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5777597101261168062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zirak-zigil.html' title='Zirak-zigil'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3287409255320610409</id><published>2010-10-17T12:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:22:06.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zamarra</title><content type='html'>So my blog titles don't match their contents? Only for the rest of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tweeting about what you're eating constitutes as both typical and terrible so I'm going to refrain. Instead I shall blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had garlic and&amp;nbsp;coriander&amp;nbsp;Naan bread? With butter on? It's&amp;nbsp;luscious. I'm having it now. With chicken and green pesto and tomatoes. Considering the price of all the components and the quantities of each I would say that it would cost only a little more than a pound for this tasty plateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to save my film reviews until my next blog although I do have 2 more already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking on with my list of things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3287409255320610409?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3287409255320610409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3287409255320610409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3287409255320610409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3287409255320610409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zamarra.html' title='Zamarra'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-5125906712330182447</id><published>2010-10-15T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:48:11.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zinc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to film reviews I think it shall be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Thief Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I bought this about 2 months ago in Durham when I got 3 DVDs for a fiver. The main reason I chose this film is that I'd read the book years and years ago and remembered enjoying it. The other reason is I thought Haze might enjoy it as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aaron Johnson plays&amp;nbsp;Prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a strange film and fairly poorly made. I'd forgotten how insane the plot is and how&amp;nbsp;exaggerated&amp;nbsp;the characters are too. It was enjoyable although I don't think I'll watch it again. I'll let Hazel take it back next Saturday and she can decide if she wants to keep it. If not it should be passed on to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Lieutenant&lt;/b&gt;. Uni Cinema, we've bought a term pass again. £20 for access to 26 films. Bargain. I'm so glad I do that though because paying £2 for this film would have annoyed me. It was good, I'll admit, filmed well, edited well and acted in well. It was strange though, not particularly gripping. I found myself not particularly warming to any of the characters, feeling awkward when certain events took place and not honestly caring what happened next, just letting it wash over me! The coke hallucinations were pretty hilarious but crazy! I wouldn't watch this one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;About me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;My Art History has a whole bunch of things to be printed off this year and an essay due in week 7. I've printed them all off but haven't decided who I'm going to write about. Our lecturer is lovely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;My artwork this term was initially going to be about books, quotations, imagining and creating images from descriptions provided in a text, manipulating the pages. I'm already going off the idea. It's a great one but I really don't think I'll enjoy doing it all that much. I have a much greater desire now to work with pixels or mosaics or a bit of both, fractal art in block colours. More Chuck Close (who's my favourite) than Idris Kahn. I'm still looking to use quotations as inspiration. From John Green and JK Rowling and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I just don't think ripping or cutting up books and painting on them or sculpting with them is my thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I got my One and Other book today, I'm barely in it but at least I'm recognised there as no. 396.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I need to get stuck into being in the studios again, I will do I'm sure as next week starts, making pack lunches to save time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Oh and I dropped that lovely hanger that I bought in New York and it snapped, the METAL tree branch coat hook, that one, it SNAPPED. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Kay, going to pack up some things to go to James', eat, watch LotR (properly for the first time) sleep and then go out for a meal with his parents and possibly Mike's family too (this is unconfirmed) tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;DFTBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-5125906712330182447?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5125906712330182447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=5125906712330182447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5125906712330182447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/5125906712330182447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zinc.html' title='Zinc'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-7154319532243028361</id><published>2010-10-13T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:47:37.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdfighter Nerdfighteria currency money notes acetate  printed design  DFTBA peeps Hank  John  Green  vlogbrothers  Brotherhood2.0'/><title type='text'>Zippity doo dah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hy1ClkmgPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hy1ClkmgPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this video. I'm quite proud of the project (if not so much the video itself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing it with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-7154319532243028361?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7154319532243028361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=7154319532243028361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7154319532243028361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/7154319532243028361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zippity-doo-dah.html' title='Zippity doo dah!'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-688194427267468935</id><published>2010-10-12T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:13:57.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm going to try and review each of the films that I see this term in this blog, seeing as I bought a term pass and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm a behind already though because I've already seen 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kickass&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;was on at the Uni cinema d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;uring Week 0. This was the third time I've seen it and it was still very enjoyable. The music; still a good choice. I'm still creep'd out by the way Big Daddy says "child" to Mindy and I still get shocked when certain things happen suddenly. I'd recommend this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sliding Doors&lt;/b&gt;. I have a version of this on a dvd Mum burned for me because she recorded it from the tv last year. It was really good. Considering it was made a good while ago the style of clothing/hair didn't seem to be too odd... I only mention this because sometimes a good film with a great plot can be ruined for me because of the way it looks. This one is pretty timeless except for the size of mobile phones/computers. Anyway, I really admired the casting for the two main male roles, they weren't conventionally attractive, not the sort of "perfect" man that can be so often cast as an unrealistic love interest. Was a moving film. James said it wasn't quite as sci-fi as it could have been with the way the split time/realities were handled but I still say it was brilliant. Watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Life of Brian&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know how I got to being a few months away from 20 without seeing any Monty Python in full. I've only ever seen clips here there and everywhere on tv. This film made me laugh a hundred or so times throughout. It was wonderful, the pants effects only added to it's charm. I will&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;watch this again some day but I've got the other 4 Python films to watch too so not until I've seen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Lions&lt;/b&gt;. I was a bit worried about this film as the advert had made me laugh so much but I knew it was about terrorist suicide bombers. It was a grand film, so well made and completely filled with laugh out loud moments. Contradictory opinions, eating sim-cards, squat jogging, mini babybels, analogies of the Lion King to try and explain his actions to his child and water pistol fights. It was shocking and scarily real and these people were so misguided but you could see why they were acting the way they did (I don't know how real it is, I doubt real suicide bombers are so thick or funny or communicate on Puffin Party.). Highly&amp;nbsp;recommended for anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So that's what I've been up to. Today I went over to the art rooms for a 9:30am talk that was actually for third years but had been announced in our LUVLE area. So annoyed about that but then I took my stuff over and put it in my big locker. It's SO STRANGE but I'm in exactly the same space as last year! I'm actually looking forward to our 3 hour session this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&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/8169347098171905073-688194427267468935?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/688194427267468935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=688194427267468935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/688194427267468935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/688194427267468935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zany.html' title='Zany'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3415942084752859184</id><published>2010-10-08T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:08:52.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilly Liz, it's too early for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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James and Chris are still playing Halo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3415942084752859184?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3415942084752859184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3415942084752859184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3415942084752859184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3415942084752859184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zilly-liz-its-too-early-for-christmas.html' title='Zilly Liz, it&apos;s too early for Christmas...'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8076147697313942325</id><published>2010-10-06T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:38:09.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZARK</title><content type='html'>I failed. I posted a blog this month without realising I should have swapped to Z!&lt;br /&gt;James has been telling me for ages I should give up on the letter thing, mainly because I ended up resorting to some pretty pathetic ones every now and then. However, I've come this far, in over two years of blogging I've made a lot of friends and learned a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I helped out at the Activities Showcase and handed out over 100 leaflets advertising SSAGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hopeful we will get a whole host of new members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, right now I'm waiting for James to make his way onto campus so we can have tea, I have mince I need to cook up so we might have home-made burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a bus coming around the round-about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! How is this for bad planning? There is a girl on our floor (E so 5th!) in a wheelchair. She's called Emily and from the few moments I've spoken to her she seems great, but really! I know we have a lift but I also know it breaks down, fairly often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know (you being Mum probably) they accepted so many freshers this year that some of them are living in hotels. HOTELS. Poor confused people they must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to finish up with this and wish you all many good tidings as tomorrow I am going to be helping out at the Fresher's Fair all afternoon. Sure hope our spot between Kickboxing and the Nuffield Theatre tables does us well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally-ho! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-8076147697313942325?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8076147697313942325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8076147697313942325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8076147697313942325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8076147697313942325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/zark.html' title='ZARK'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6186182210839722471</id><published>2010-10-02T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:04:05.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I clearly stopped blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I've nearly finished my currency project which is good. But now I have a malfunctioning keyboard because I spilled water on it the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;My biggest problem is the letter D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm now coming at you from a brand new super machine. It's full size keyboard is taking some getting used to though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to University again today so I haven't remotely had enough time to adapt to this topofthelap.&lt;br /&gt;I have far too many things to attempt to fit in the car, I do not understand how people only have two bags or whatever, or how international students cope at all. I've spoken of this before. I have a box, two bags and a folder with notebooks and paper in for art work, two huge boxes of paints/pencils etc. Two bags of clothes and a box of underwear, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, bedding, hangers. Printer, laptops, cables, hairdryer. Tripod etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll attempt to fit it in and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward very much to being back at Uni, however much I love home, it's been 3 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6186182210839722471?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6186182210839722471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6186182210839722471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6186182210839722471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6186182210839722471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/10/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-3163641406389793559</id><published>2010-09-16T19:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:51:36.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd like to know what the public really thinks?</title><content type='html'>I've just read&lt;a href="http://alexdaymusic.com/16-2/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+alexday+%28Alex+Day%29"&gt; &lt;b&gt;this blog&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Alex Day. Last night I had a discussion with my friend Ash about popular music and how I had to close down a Pussy Cat Dolls song after only 30 seconds as I was, to be honest, repulsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the mainstream at all in my tastes but as I have been in the past a great lover of music by Pink, McFly and S Club 7, I feel I can say I'm not adverse to listening and enjoying music classed as "popular".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until recently where I have stopped listening to the radio often due to a major dislike for what is classed as "popular" these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I could rant for a day and a half about that, what this blog is going to be is an experiment. I'm going to listen to Radio 1 for an hour and share my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:50 &lt;br /&gt;"this is why they play my song on so many different dials" - Well I hadn't heard it before this second.&lt;br /&gt;It's rapping but I'm not enjoying it (though only Eminem has ever really allowed me to enjoy rap, oh and Hank Green.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's (Scott Mills) just listing people, guests, I didn't hear earlier in the day to encourage me to check it out online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next song, electro-y unclear lyrics, cannot tell a word of it, not too catchy but sounds sort of classic. Might kick in soon. The drum sounds SO FAKE just remixed samples. WHERE IS THE TALENT? I haven't heard a genuine clear un-auto tuned voice yet. I still haven't heard a distinct word yet. "Aeroplane Superstar" NO LIES. Is that considered good? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh a voice, slow and a bit raw. "Now I see you lying there like a lilo loosing air, air". Best of the tracks so far. The chords in the background are appealing. Oh no it's becoming very very repetitive "I'm the theory in your head, I'm the theory in your bed, I'm the ghost in the back of your head" about 4 times and now just electronic Snow Patrolish rhythms but all warped. I wonder who this is, it's quite relaxing. I could grow to like this track actually; back to those lines though, repeating again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now it's a new presenter at exactly 19:00, talking about their producer who's last show it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More electronic music. I'm not on board (so I guess the presenter is Zane? that's his thing? he hasn't actually said.) I think, I might be right in thinking this is supposed to be the "In New Music We Trust" show. We shall see, they'll no doubt not play a single artist from youtube. None of my beloved Milsom on the radio tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course not. Instead I'm listening to a HIDEOUS mix of bloops and beeps and "drum" that is just going over and over and over and sometimes adding a new layer or sound. Oh it reduced a bit and he's talking over the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be a really fun night tonight!" Zane just said. The song before is still on bloody hell he's just talking over it because it is that INSANELY REPETITIVE. Who does this appeal to? It's too fast to dance to, no lyrics to sing to, it sounds like everything I might have ever heard like this. OH RIGHT he's talking over it AGAIN, it's still going 5 minutes later. It's horrible. It just cut off while he said "muck spreading".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Leon, finally a band I have heard of and have heard the Mighty Boosh take the mick out of. Oh his horrible voice. Not a fan. Oh I tuned out and started reading tumblr, it's ok background music, it doesn't intrude but I have no compulsion to hear it again. 5 albums? REALLY? Radioactive? There was nothing radioactive about that song. Give that title back to McFly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right transitioning to another dance track, already not enjoying it. CRAPPY SAMPLED DRUMS. Where are my bands that can play live? This guy's voice is so old fashioned. OMG it was getting good until "heaven, heaven" etc etc. It almost felt like a Depeche Mode song, a tiny bit. No, ruined by the chorus and the backing track. ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adverty things, but not real adverts because it's the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpol, Barricade. Guitar repeating and what sounds like actual drums! A voice that isn't auto tuned. He sounds like he cannot really be bothered to be singing though, drawling. The guitar is SO MUCH like Driftless Pony Club that it is making me very upset that I cannot hear Craig singing Legends of Archery. No, I've decided I don't like this song anymore. The lyrics do not appeal and it's just washing over me. No catch, no enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped listening to talk to mum but there was no song on. Now there's one where they sing "ooeeoo" for sirens. It's quirky. "Better" is not behha though. PRONOUNCE IT. Disliked. "Like Blur meets the Cribs"? really? "A breath of fresh air"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this one is very wordy, as in, you can hear them and his voice isn't so bad and it's not going through autotune. The drums and guitar are suiting it and supporting it. "Tell me how my money's spent" "All I need's a great big congratulations." Not the best lyrics, it's like a list of ideas... no narrative. Give me Erase This with it's story arch any day. Dude. I'm not enjoying this. Only 20 mins left though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to play another REMIX. Nooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Dubstep? I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about this. Power chords. Ergh I'm just going to browse the internet until this song is over. Not fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY. They're playing it again. NOT EVEN FAIR. Only 12 minutes of listening left now! Then I can switch it off and watch some YouTube videos thank-you-please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just said "this is ridiculous" I agree. Pure and simple. Ridiculous. It's the bad sort though, not like Zane meant. TWICE I had to hear that. "Helen McGuire was the vocalist" she could sing but the song was not appealing. "Laid back but tough" no. Apparently there wasn't even one negative text. WHAT? NO WAY they're freaking playing it again. *CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know where to go now. A NEW SONG PLEASE. "We need to move forward people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH! Architects, day in day out. Screaming. Shake it up a bit indeed. My blood is pumping and I'm honestly happy to hear someone scream down the mic. A real band, a beautiful piece of passion. Not even my type of music but it's the best thing I've heard all night with only 3 minutes to my cut off point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That was an experience and a half and not an enjoyable one. Maybe I picked the wrong time to do this with the new music show but I still think it's valid to say I'll be switching back to 6Music or Absolute if I'm going to radio listen at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-3163641406389793559?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3163641406389793559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=3163641406389793559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3163641406389793559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/3163641406389793559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/youd-like-to-know-what-public-really.html' title='You&apos;d like to know what the public really thinks?'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-8581912039476341424</id><published>2010-09-13T22:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:03:29.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearn</title><content type='html'>Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought 3 new nail varnishes because they were on offer and I needed a new navy blue anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are Barry M and they are 292 &lt;b&gt;Navy&lt;/b&gt;, 299 &lt;b&gt;Racing Green&lt;/b&gt; and 302 &lt;b&gt;Fuchsia&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This set me considering the names of my other nail varnishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling indulgent and while videos load and I wait for people to post on tumblr I'm going to look through my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Black - Max Factor - 87 - &lt;b&gt;Ebony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pink/Orange (It's iridescent and both.) - Stay Perfect - 90 - &lt;b&gt;Taffeta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Purple - Rimmel London (Wear Maxx) - 405 - &lt;b&gt;Fantasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Green - Hot Look - 9 - &lt;b&gt;Catwalk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Purple - Virgin Vie - 2231 - &lt;b&gt;Russian Velvet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gold - Rimmel London (Lycra Pro) - 431 - &lt;b&gt;Gold Infusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Clear - Rimmel London - Nail Rescue (Not worth including)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Orange - Bourjois - 92 - &lt;b&gt;Orange Etincelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Red - Virgin Vie - 3759 - &lt;b&gt;Glitzy Glam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yellow - Go Cosmetics (this one stains, I got it on the market) - &lt;b&gt;Go Shade 04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Red - Miss Sporty (Lasting Colour) - n/a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pink - Miss Sporty (Quick Dry) - n/a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sparkles - No7 - 03 - &lt;b&gt;Sparkling Silver&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Blue - Rimmel (Lasting Finish) - 262 - &lt;b&gt;Fuel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Burgundy - Natural Collection - name and no. have rubbed off the label&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Red - Bourjois Paris (1sec per nail) - 8 - no name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Clear - Virgin Vie - Glossy Top Coat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Peach - Virgin Vie - Protective Base Coat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Green - Glo Baby Glo! - &lt;b&gt;Limelight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Silver - Icing - 0302&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was just for me wasn't it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8169347098171905073-8581912039476341424?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8581912039476341424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=8581912039476341424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8581912039476341424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/8581912039476341424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/yearn.html' title='Yearn'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-702505698764384663</id><published>2010-09-11T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:38:02.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaxley</title><content type='html'>After finishing off the few tissues in the boxes in James' house I have since used a whole loo roll to catch my sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing to be ill isn't it? NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, James' Birthday, we went to Liverpool for a Cafe Rouge lunch and Scott Pilgrim. I failed to find any jeans that fitted in the shops we looked in too. (The situation on jeans is dire. All of my pairs now have holes in them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent the last few days mainly inside the house because the weather has been pretty dire and we didn't want to spend much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had inspiration for next term's art project (finally!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad and quick blog post because my ability to string together words is hampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-702505698764384663?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/702505698764384663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=702505698764384663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/702505698764384663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/702505698764384663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/yaxley.html' title='Yaxley'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-607517733441640551</id><published>2010-09-08T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:17:35.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yatter</title><content type='html'>I haven't yet told you about our day trip to Chester. On Monday we hopped on the train from Garswood with a "saveaway" for only £4.50 and rode the 40 minutes into Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;We then hopped onto the train to Chester but stopped and got off at Bebington so we could walk through Port Sunlight to the Lady Lever Art Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was an odd experience. There were too many vases and plates and everything was a bit overwhelming. However, it was still a worthwhile experience.&lt;br /&gt;On the walk to and from the train station we could smell apple pie. It was such a good smell.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we waited around for the train that would take us to Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still rhinos in Chester by the way. We saw an extra 4 that we hadn't seen last time even though we weren't even actively looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed! Once we got to Chester we headed into town to procure food, this being about 1 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;However, as I mentioned in my last blog, we had decided that the next Primark we saw we'd get James the converse-like-shoes in turquoise. That we did, and some navy ones too! Bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilkinsons did not have sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in search of a Greggs but could not locate one for far too long. It was well after 2:30 by the time food was consumed. If you were wondering, although you probably aren't, I had a very tasty chicken and sweetcorn baguette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James was craving some sort of pudding but as we had moved on from Greggs by then and were not particularly craving a slightly overpriced cake from a tea shop we headed to what I recalled might be an area that could possibly have had a Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the Shakespearian Rhino!" I stated as I tried to help James remember where we were heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Tesco. We bought some mini donuts for £1 and I bought "The Boat That Rocked" on dvd. I took great pride in fishing out my little clubcard thing that I never get to use because &lt;b&gt;there is no Tesco in Lancaster&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the walls fully during our day and visited a few other shops just because we could. Heading back to James' house for about half 6 or 7. (I'm not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we stayed in, watched The Boat That Rocked, which is fantastic and read and cuddled the cats and other such things. It rained a fair amount so we were very content to be inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we also stayed in. We decided yesterday the 2hr train ride to get to Southport wasn't worth it to not actually do much when we were there. Instead we watched The Big Lebowski. What a strange film. We only recorded it because of that advert that we saw at the Uni cinema 3 times a week! Live more like the dude?&lt;br /&gt;"That rug really tied the room together, did it not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS it had Seymour in it. I will always call him that even though his name is Steve Buscemi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've whiled the rest of the day away in a typical summer fashion, eaten pineapple and biscuits and chicken wrap sandwiches and stirfry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be more adventurous? James is 20 tomorrow, that's a bit scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-607517733441640551?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/607517733441640551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=607517733441640551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/607517733441640551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/607517733441640551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/yatter.html' title='Yatter'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4768717101730828823</id><published>2010-09-05T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:24:08.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Saturday 4th September consisted of me waking up at James' very very warm. His room is small and it's got the cupboard with the boiler in and I was extremely and thoroughly warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to be able to cadge a lift from his parents to Newton-le-Willows so that we could get the train to Manchester. (This way it cost WAY less in both time and money.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my ineptitude to read signs and James' willingness to follow me, we walked all the way to Manchester Museum instead of Art Gallery. However this was not a bad move as we marvelled over Egyptian carvings/items, were a bit grossed out by the mummy of this strange lady, and stumbled into a CURRENCY EXHIBITION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged enough about my currency project and that is because I've been woefully slow and getting started on it. I've got all these ideas and plans but I need to get into motion. When I get home on the 12th it'll be late but on the 13th, the Monday, I will KNUCKLE DOWN. (It needs caps, it just does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that jaunt we continued onward to the Whitworth where there was an exhibition about sexual wallpaper and some landscapes/seascapes/skyscapes. Oh, and a wooden sculpture-like wall piece which was rather intriguing. There was also a video piece of some children clambering all over a neglected piece of sculpture in Peterlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering back towards the station, in the direction of the Art Gallery, we stopped for food. I say we, James was sure we were going to find a Wilkinsons so only I got a sandwich at the first Greggs. We wandered around the more central shopping area of Manchester passing many a Greggs, some live music, an Apple store and, wait for it, a shop that was being fitted to be a Wilkinsons. Instead we went to the Tesco Express and James had a meal deal from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primark was our next stop, just to have a look. Mainly we were on a mission to find some new canvas shoes for James as his actual converse got holes in them after less than a year. The standout pair were some deep turquoise ones which James pondered over and couldn't quite decide if he could "get away with them". In the end we decided that when we go to Liverpool within the next few days he might get them there instead. Other than that hightops were the only black/white option. To which James notably said, "I don't think I'm at that stage in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester Art Gallery had a sweet children's interpretation/interactive quality with information about Greek mythology so that made our experience there fairly enjoyable. Although the exhibitions that I thought we'd be able to see seemed to be closed for "fitting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the train it was to return to Chez Schorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside (am I allowed to say that?) today was a lovely relaxed and lazy day. Although this afternoon we did go on an hour (and 10 mins!) walk out to James' old school area and back, on the routes he used to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've written a lot. James is currently playing Golden Sun. Mum is on skype. All is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4768717101730828823?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4768717101730828823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4768717101730828823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4768717101730828823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4768717101730828823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-821664458110028439</id><published>2010-08-29T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:00:29.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiffle (September will be better for blog titles)</title><content type='html'>Seeing Scott Pilgrim yesterday, going out for an amazing meal with my family and being interviewed for the local radio at a kitting exhibition put me back on track. Dragged me out of the funk that was caused by Mockingjay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above was written on Saturday morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now late Sunday and I've since read a fair amount of Art History, been "out on the town" with Jen, Ross and Laura (GOSH MUSIC IN BARS/CLUBS IS SO BAD!) and been out to Belsay Hall to look at the art that is there. All of it was/is based on scale and it was very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired, you're not going to get much sense from me. I'm in the sort of mood that only cats on youtube can quash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I watched Wu-How on iPlayer with Haze, talked to James and listened to DoftheG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-821664458110028439?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/821664458110028439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=821664458110028439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/821664458110028439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/821664458110028439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xiffle-september-will-be-better-for.html' title='Xiffle (September will be better for blog titles)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1646624967284919167</id><published>2010-08-26T20:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:54:06.642+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mockingjay'/><title type='text'>xpectations</title><content type='html'>I know the blog title is a fail.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;I've read a book that I think is very very good. Disturbing, heartbreaking, thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed real, I was wrapped up in the world it projected.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;I was on edge.&lt;br /&gt;It was 1984 and Lord of the Flies and like those books and films and ergh.&lt;br /&gt;My brain cannot function yet.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something else and I can hear Hazel playing her uke and it's so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I could play Portal but the way GLaDOS controls Chell is too close to comfort right now.&lt;br /&gt;I could watch South Park but the cheery colours and their unrelentingly bad taste plots would grate on me, make me cringe and it would all seem so trivial.&lt;br /&gt;I could go downstairs and try to lose myself in some old Glee episodes like I did at lunch and tea (my only breaks from reading) but that would also seem nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;I could watch a film. I could work on my currency. I could catch up on daily drawings I have been too lazy or tired or busy to do (there are only 2 old ones missing from Edinburgh, promise). I could listen to music so loud that I drift into the past. (This morning I sang so loud to Transvestite by the Shooter Whores - a band that were integral to my life from 13-16).&lt;br /&gt;There is a small niggle inside me that means every time James' internet crashes I feel just a little bit like it's a conspiracy. I don't think I'll feel entirely right until I've let James read the book. Until I've read some other fiction.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to tumblr to look at pretty, nerdy pictures. Going to sit in silence except for Haze's uke, going to wait&amp;nbsp; until it sinks in, until my stomach settles. Going to sleep it off and wake up in the morning and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1646624967284919167?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1646624967284919167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1646624967284919167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1646624967284919167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1646624967284919167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xpectations.html' title='xpectations'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4680719606391266008</id><published>2010-08-25T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:04:47.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>XING</title><content type='html'>I received a Harry Moon t-shirt today as my DFTBA Records mystery t-shirt. I gave it to Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;I completed my assigned reading for today, and have read and watched a lot of internet things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched an old episode of Skins, the one where Chris gets and loses his job as an estate agent . It was so sad to watch. I miss the old cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has made biscuits and they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big sad period of time when I found out that Esther died in the early hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: She will be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a version of a Nerdfighteria Island for my currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to blog about to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still too long for my liking until I see James again. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4680719606391266008?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4680719606391266008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4680719606391266008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4680719606391266008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4680719606391266008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xing.html' title='XING'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-1468579814980311041</id><published>2010-08-24T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:58:23.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanthic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvbodBI16MI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvbodBI16MI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-1468579814980311041?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1468579814980311041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=1468579814980311041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1468579814980311041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/1468579814980311041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xanthic.html' title='Xanthic'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-6359876601873862130</id><published>2010-08-23T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:24:34.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xander (is an x word...)</title><content type='html'>It's raining, somehow it's the afternoon already, and I'm listening to Dave Days for the first time fully.&lt;br /&gt;There are only maybe 3 songs I've genuinely enjoyed. Although there have been amusing youtube and youth culture references in the other stuff it seems TOO produced and too pop-like, too tween. I don't know how to put it... not quirky or garage-bandy enough. Obviously just not my type of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase This is next on my list, I'm working through my music shelf with the actual physical CD's. (Yesterday was Awkward Ballads for the Easily Pleased - Tom Milsom which is still my favourite internet musician CD to date; Parrot Stories - Alex Day; Chameleon Circuit; 117% Complete and The Darkness - Permission to Land which had somehow crept into my "youtube" shelf...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next task is to get my room in a presentable state to record a video in, a room tour for TSM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidied to Erase This and felt motivated and happy and sang along to my heart's content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank's I'm So Bad At This Live is on now, it's going to very long. I'm not going to edit my video until after lunch, it's ticket book time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spend too long on that site that is another blogging platform but has rules against me talking about it over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed a page of photos for my Ticket Book. It's coming along very nicely. ALSO, I have asked Dad to find me some photos for the days I didn't take any. Should be SMASHING by the time it's finished. I might make it a page on my website when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to edit the video.&lt;br /&gt;Tea interrupted and I'm just about to save it...&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Sarah's Spotify playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a walk. Working on getting this video to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that uploaded but it's not processed... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic skype convo is epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-6359876601873862130?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6359876601873862130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=6359876601873862130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6359876601873862130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/6359876601873862130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xander-is-x-word.html' title='Xander (is an x word...)'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169347098171905073.post-4383635576899097690</id><published>2010-08-20T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:55:25.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xylophone</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm watching the final of Masterchef.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I own AMAZING bright pink Doc Martens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love James Schorah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drank a mug of red grape juice today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playmobil can get surprisingly dusty when ignored for 3(ish) years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I went to York with Caitlin (who I've known since I was 4 btw) and Caitlin's Irish boyfriend Alex who pronounced Thirsk as TUSK. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister went zorbing today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today the rain came through my window which meant it must have travelled horizontally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared for all these contestants on Masterchef, even though it was filmed AGES ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum's going to a wedding tomorrow, she bought the most gorgeous handbag I have seen in a long time. I'm not THAT into bags, I do like them but I know that while I'm still young it's not even a valid issue. If it's serviceable and has a pocket or two it'll do me. BUT one day I will have an amazing one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rathergood.com/buffy"&gt;BLOG TITLE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to keep blogging until I know who has won.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going over to tumblr to have a gander.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just read one of the best things: Tom and Tom are recording a new Nowhere Near News RIGHT NOW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotive music in the background of this is insane, I'm so tense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh good on her! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169347098171905073-4383635576899097690?l=notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4383635576899097690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169347098171905073&amp;postID=4383635576899097690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4383635576899097690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169347098171905073/posts/default/4383635576899097690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitethatinteresting.blogspot.com/2010/08/xylophone.html' title='Xylophone'/><author><name>Elizabeth...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627200759976249874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WsSD1lLKOMo/STgiWQAatAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uVB-mBsi1Tg/S220/DSC00375a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
