<?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-4258914757599553262</id><updated>2011-10-11T13:37:03.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O hai Zoe!</title><subtitle type='html'>How are you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3805880913402911749</id><published>2011-08-30T14:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:40:56.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonus.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know my last blog was all like "I'LL NEVER USE THIS AGAIN. FAREWELL!"....but this is more of a promotional blog than a "what's going on in my life right now" blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my boyfriend has a band called Sonus with three other lovely chaps, and they're really good (and I'm not just being biased because I'm dating and sleeping with the lead guitarist), and you should all listen to them by clicking on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.soundcloud.com/sonus_uk/tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have Facebook, and you like them, you should also add them by clicking on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sonus/226753504035404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, lovely people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3805880913402911749?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3805880913402911749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/08/sonus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3805880913402911749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3805880913402911749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/08/sonus.html' title='Sonus.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-973949984364114932</id><published>2011-08-16T12:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:56:17.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revior.</title><content type='html'>Since I began this blog in December 2008, I've wrote a total of 234 posts. (This post being my 235th). I was 16 years old when I began. I've wrote about countless friends and "lovers"; ones that I have lost on the way and others that are still in my life. I've complained about my performing arts education and motivation towards it, and also wrote about my passion for it. I've posted poetry and song lyrics and pictures that represented my life at that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place has been my outlet for nearly three whole years, but it's gotten to the point where I post something less that once a month. My only excuse for this is that I struggle these days to sit down in front of my computer and try and put my life in words. I love writing and I love letting the world know about everything that goes on around me, however mundane it can be sometimes, but I guess I'm growing up now and I don't feel the need to document on here every tiny thing that happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much drama still goes on in my life. At the moment, Emma Cox, who was one of my best friends at college is no longer really in my life because of her actions these past 10 months or so. Jamie Glen, my current boyfriend, is still probably the most important person in my life right now, and I am madly in love with him. I have a good job at a pub that I love at this moment in time, but I'll be losing that at the beginning of 2012, which scares me. I miss my best friend, Rory Campbell, who now lives in Essex, and Hattie Partington and Tom Self are two people in my life right now who I couldn't live without, even though Tom is moving to London at the beginning of September. However, even though all of this is happening, I don't feel the urge to tell you any more. I used to find it helpful. Therapeutic, even. But I guess these days, I prefer to just live it and talk about it out loud, rather than typing it out and letting the world in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy to look back at old things I have wrote and think about how much my life has changed drastically. I've learned so many life lessons because of everything I've been through, and if it wasn't for every little fall, I wouldn't be who I am today and have the people in my life that I care about dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'll never write on here again, but I'm just telling you not to expect anything on here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really goodbye. This is more of a thank you. I don't know who still reads this, but for anyone out there who does, I appreciate you following the rollercoaster that has been, and still is, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll find a use for this again, but for now, I bid you all a farewell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; heart, Zoe. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-973949984364114932?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/973949984364114932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/08/au-revior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/973949984364114932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/973949984364114932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/08/au-revior.html' title='Au revior.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8108886339656056247</id><published>2011-07-02T13:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:05:54.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the northern wind; sending shivers down my spine.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. Too long, maybe? I'm not going to sit here and fill you in, in detail, about what I've been up to. But, I've had a birthday, been through a break up, been through a make up, finished college, had fun times out, and just generally been enjoying my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm really going to say is that this boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcrJUKr0Pzs/Tg8JDYo4IvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UyGzIvHWQ08/s1600/268392_10150231314237702_768372701_7335297_6663179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcrJUKr0Pzs/Tg8JDYo4IvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UyGzIvHWQ08/s320/268392_10150231314237702_768372701_7335297_6663179_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624724413367198450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...means more to me than anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8108886339656056247?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8108886339656056247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-northern-wind-sending-shivers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8108886339656056247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8108886339656056247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-northern-wind-sending-shivers.html' title='You&apos;re the northern wind; sending shivers down my spine.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcrJUKr0Pzs/Tg8JDYo4IvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UyGzIvHWQ08/s72-c/268392_10150231314237702_768372701_7335297_6663179_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8432294202528750196</id><published>2011-05-25T20:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:37:32.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in the deep.</title><content type='html'>I'm on costume and wardrobe for this year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FMP&lt;/span&gt; at my college, which means I have to find/hire/buy/make/steal every single piece of costume for every single character.&lt;br /&gt;Bearing in mind, there are a lot in Into the Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it at the moment, but I'm finding that once I get home from a long day of sewing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;labelling&lt;/span&gt; and finding and sorting all the costumes, that my brain just doesn't switch off. I remember waking up several times in the middle of the night last night and having dreams about all of these costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's taking over my life right now... But I am enjoying it, after constantly complaining about college these past however many months. It's a fun thing to end on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much else to fill you in on. My life literally is just college, my boyfriend and work right now. It's going well at the moment. :) I smile more than I do mope around at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's my birthday in one month and four days. I'm weirdly excited, even though I don't have plans yet. However, I heard 19 is a shit year to be. Is this true? Sounds about right, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to get back to typing up costumes lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes on, and on, and on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8432294202528750196?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8432294202528750196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/05/rolling-in-deep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8432294202528750196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8432294202528750196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/05/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling in the deep.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2641973153528499892</id><published>2011-05-09T22:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:49:10.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.</title><content type='html'>It's been WAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my time recently attempting college work, and failing. Let's put it this way: I have two big assignments due in on Thursday, and I'm only halfway through completing both. I have no free time from now until Thursday to do any. I should have done some today, but I didn't because QWOP and sanding my jeans to make holes and buying Kina Grannis and Jack Wills Polo tickets and watching Teen Mom 2 and texting Jamie seemed a lot more important, which, tbh, they are.&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much given up with college assignments. I'll get them done, but just in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's Rock Show 2011 tomorrow and Wednesday at 7pm. £4/£6. BUY TICKETS. It should be a good show. It's going to be the last time I ever perform on that college stage, and I am determined to go out with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I've been spending lots of time with Jamie. He continues to put such a smile on my face, and I'm at my happiest when I'm with him. Things are going well. :) He's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm resigning from Snakes and Ladders tomorrow morning, as I have this new job at the Flowing Well pub in Sunningwell, thanks to Hattie. It's better hours and better pay, so I'm not going to pass up that opportunity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... YEAH. That's about it really. Apart from college work, things are pretty good right now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check in again sometime soon, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being the worst blogger ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2641973153528499892?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2641973153528499892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevermind-ill-find-someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2641973153528499892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2641973153528499892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevermind-ill-find-someone-like-you.html' title='Nevermind, I&apos;ll find someone like you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3863497092832433731</id><published>2011-04-17T19:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:07:32.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently just chilling at my darling boyfriend's house. Since the last post, John and Jamie (and now new resident Abi) finally got internet. :) Jamie is at band practice at the moment, so I have stolen his laptop. He was also stupid and left his Facebook logged in, resulting in my fraping him about how much he loves Justin Bieber. I could and would have done a lot worse, but my mum is friends with him on Facebook, so I thought I should keep it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is making a lovely roast for us four, like the lil' family we are. :) He also just made me a pretty good cup of tea. What a lovely person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yeah. On our Easter holiday, which is lovely, because right now, going to college is the last thing I want to do. I do, however, have a lot of college work to do before I go back which I have yet to begin...so maybe I should actually begin very, very soon, otherwise before I know it, Easter will be over and I'll be back at college getting my brain raped by my teacher for not doing it. (Obviously, not literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've just worked at my wonderful job that I love so very much (so not lying...*ahem*) and seeing Jamie and seeing friends. Next week, I'm seeing Della and catching up with her, working a bit more, going to the dentist, and also spending a day with Hattie, which I can't wait for. :D&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I didn't mention college work... Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the rest of the holidays, anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty good at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Have wonderful friends, a wonderful family, a wonderful boyfriend and things to look forward to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3863497092832433731?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3863497092832433731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifegoeson.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3863497092832433731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3863497092832433731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifegoeson.html' title='L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3892490289611507166</id><published>2011-03-28T16:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:11:48.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me.</title><content type='html'>So...it's been a while. I have no excuse really. I've hardly been at home which has meant no access to the internet, as I spend far too much time at Jamie's house, which isn't really a bad thing considering I like his house, his company, and John's cooking. However, I thought I'd update you as I'm currently at home and have some free time. I should be doing college work, but when do I ever do college work when I'm supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been doing anything exciting with my life recently... Just enjoying the sunshine that we seem to be getting a lot of at the moment, which is always good because the sunshine always puts me in a good mood. :) I hope it stays... I'm sick of being cold and wearing coats and carrying around umbrellas and worrying about what my hair's going to look like when I'm walking down the street and the wind is vicious. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in that Honeymoon period with Jamie at the moment, so all my life seems to revolve around right now is him, which is lame, but true... However, he makes me happy and smiley and spending time with him is THE thing that puts me in a great mood at the moment. Right now, I couldn't ask for anyone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College sucks at the moment. I don't really enjoy going in and it seems like it's more of a chore than anything else, which is a shame really...but what can you do? I'm hoping it will change, but right now, I live for the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of education full stop, really.. Education and assignments and finding motivation just makes me want to chunder everywhere right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Yeah... I'm not doing too badly, though. :) Bring on the summer, that's all I'm saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3892490289611507166?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3892490289611507166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/stand-by-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3892490289611507166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3892490289611507166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand by me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4610887470935418274</id><published>2011-03-14T13:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:34:14.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Czech me out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1r2rwex83I/TX4Y2p7dQyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/2YRbQ5fpiZE/s1600/200562_10150099089937723_618817722_6883703_6413477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smHvdqhfTaM/TX4X5JM5beI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CauvTzAEQqg/s320/184804_10150099108327723_618817722_6883889_473702_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583926858475990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnvz6gJc6RU/TX4X4_o49rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7f66choH8k0/s1600/184643_188669627836972_100000818084135_383936_6835073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnvz6gJc6RU/TX4X4_o49rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7f66choH8k0/s320/184643_188669627836972_100000818084135_383936_6835073_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583926855909045938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6JzB4dsdzU/TX4X55jOwJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3j5ijscHZg0/s1600/189608_10150099096017723_618817722_6883763_5216434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6JzB4dsdzU/TX4X55jOwJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3j5ijscHZg0/s320/189608_10150099096017723_618817722_6883763_5216434_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583926871454564498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I'm back from Prague. It's an absolutely stunning place, and there were so many good times. :) Also, it's unbelievable how cheap the alcohol is. Beer there is cheaper than water. It's crazy. I didn't like going to the pub and paying £5 for a double G&amp;amp;T when over there, I could get a litre of really nice dark ale for 80p...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Megan, Luke and Hana for the photos. I stole them from Facebook and they're just a few of my favourite ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4610887470935418274?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4610887470935418274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/czech-me-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4610887470935418274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4610887470935418274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/czech-me-out.html' title='Czech me out.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1r2rwex83I/TX4Y2p7dQyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/2YRbQ5fpiZE/s72-c/200562_10150099089937723_618817722_6883703_6413477_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-989891144925503548</id><published>2011-03-06T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:02:14.090Z</updated><title type='text'>I guess he's Xbox, and I'm more Atari.</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Prague in five and a half hours time, and I won't be back until Friday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated this in a while because I've been too busy spending numourous amounts of time performing The Jungle Book to small children and seeing my wonderful new boyfriend. So...sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure after Prague, I will have a lot to write about, and maybe some cheeky pictures of some Prague things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well, bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-989891144925503548?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/989891144925503548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-guess-hes-xbox-and-im-more-atari.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/989891144925503548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/989891144925503548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-guess-hes-xbox-and-im-more-atari.html' title='I guess he&apos;s Xbox, and I&apos;m more Atari.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5866151241168326980</id><published>2011-02-21T17:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:59:29.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Red wine lips.</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Ross. Mega bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. First person under J on your mobile phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack. :)&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Do you hate that person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No, not at all. Jack's a good ol' boy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hattie...kind of.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. When did your last hug take place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;About half an hour ago, or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Ever been in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. When was the last time you smiled?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Like...now? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Does anyone like you as more than a friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yusssss.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. What is something you really want right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A hug from someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. How many true friends do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Like...three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. What is the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A bit of Hattie's peanut butter cookie. OMNOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;11. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't really mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Gibbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Is there anyone that you care more about than yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Have you ever told anyone you were OK when you really weren’t?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Does the number 17 have any signifigance to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Not reeeally, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. Be honest, do you like people in general?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Do you like anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. Do you like your first name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, s'alright! Could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;19. Would you ever forgive someone if they cheated on you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Do you regret doing something today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;21. Do you talk a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. Do you miss anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;23. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't even remember, for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;24. Do you ever get "good morning" texts from anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes I dooooo... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;25. Where is your phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Resting on my knee, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;26. Have you done anything embarrassing lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Aha, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;27. Will you be up before 7am?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;28. What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;29. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I woke up at like...6am, which is two hours before my alarm. That was not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;30. Do you hate being alone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Meh, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;31. When's your birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;29th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;32. Ever been told "it’s not you, it's me"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Hahaha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;33. Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah. :) Like..now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;34. Can you recall the last time you boned someone a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;LOL. UHHHH. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;35. Do you have any saved texts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;36. What's irritating you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not much, tbh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;37. Have you ever told someone to their face they were ugly?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lol, no. That's just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;38.Whats on your bed right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't know...um...probably my dressing gown and one of my ukuleles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;39. What's your favourite word or phrase?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I say "douche" waaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;40. Name 3 people who made you smile today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jamie, Hattie and Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;41. What were you doing at 8am this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Waking up....again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;42. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Like...walking through my door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;43. What is your favourite holiday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;44. Have you ever been to another country?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;45. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"AHHHHHH!"....no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;46. What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Choclit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;47. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Some craaazy cocktail. It was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;48. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Black tights, black high-waisted shorts, flowery top, grey cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;49. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A bit of one of Hattie's peanut butter cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;50. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;51. What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Football in the pub earlier for like...3 minutes, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;52. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;53. Who is the last person you sent a comment/message on facebook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Megan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;54. Ever go camping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;55. Do you have a tan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;56. Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Actually, no! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;57. Do you use smiley faces on the computer alot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;58. What did your last text message say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;";) x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;59. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;60. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;College from 9:30am - 6pm, and then seeing "Paul" with Jamie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;61. Where is your mum right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;62. Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The fireplace, a clock, loads of envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;63. What color is your watch?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't have a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;64. What do you think of when you think of Australia?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Kangaroooos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;65. Ever ridden on a roller coaster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah maaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;66. What is your birthstone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't know, and I cba to look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;67. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Usually go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;68. Do you have any friends on Facebook that you actually hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;69. Do you have a dog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;70. Any plans today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sleep? Afterall, it is 11:55pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;71. Are you happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;YES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;72. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jungle Book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;73. Last song listened to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Red Wine Lips by Lisa Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;74. Last movie you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Shallow Hal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;75. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Penecillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;76. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My brown ankle boots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;77. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Meh, no...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;78. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;79. Do any of your friends have children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nope, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;80. Do you eat healthy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm not the best, but I'm okay! I do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;81. What do you usually do during the day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;82. Do you hate anyone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;83. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;84. How many kids do you want when you're older?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't knowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;85. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;19. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;86. How did you get one of your scars?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;By cutting myself on a cushion. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;87. Did I run out of questions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well...that wasted a good 10 minutes or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoe is in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ZOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-5866151241168326980?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5866151241168326980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-wine-lips.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5866151241168326980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5866151241168326980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-wine-lips.html' title='Red wine lips.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3484709484284184505</id><published>2011-02-13T11:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:45:57.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Tear down your barricades so I may enter.</title><content type='html'>Oh, maaan... I've been drinking so much recently, which is completely unlike me. Last week (the week of the 31st of January - the 6th of February) I had three hangovers, and whilst writing this, I'm nursing myself back to health from a crazy night at Megan's last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really complaining. The nights I've had have been worth the turmoil I get the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been brushing up on my ukulele skills quite a lot recently. It's such an addictive thing. It's all I ever really want to do these days, and when I don't have either Genevieve, Noah or Spongebob, I crave them to buggery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know, I might be in The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain one day. ;) Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... This is literally a short entry today. A quick check in to let you know that I'm still alive and everything... I would write more but my eyes are slowly closing from the lack of sleep, so I don't really want this post to finish with random letters and numbers and punctuation from where I've literally passed out and my head's just slumped on the keyboard, so I think I'll stop typing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well. A real post soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3484709484284184505?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3484709484284184505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/02/tear-down-your-barricades-so-i-may.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3484709484284184505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3484709484284184505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/02/tear-down-your-barricades-so-i-may.html' title='Tear down your barricades so I may enter.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6644864242145007938</id><published>2011-01-28T18:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:36:20.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Come with me to the sea of love.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Long time, no blog. Well, if you consider like...a week 'long', which I do. It feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;My life at the moment just revolves around college, and all of my friend's lives revolve around drama school and auditions. It's a sad state of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my Confusions assignments. It's a shame that Tony had set us two MORE assignments before the Confusions assignments were due in.... I have an essay to do for Monday, and I highly doubt that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact I am ill to buggery right now. I can feel it's the beginning of a horrendous cold. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working towards The Jungle Book at college at the moment. It's a bit of a fail at the moment, and I'm really hoping it gets better considering I'm Mowgli, and that will be crazily embarrassing if it goes tits up. Although, I managed to convince Tony that I should play the ukulele in it. This excites me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and me and my friend Tom have our own radio show at college, starting next Wednesday. We're going to be talking about our lives, and Eastenders, and musicals, and whatever else we fancy talking about at the time. Oh, and playing some kick-ass music, because our music taste is wonderful. It's going to be banter, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my life right now. Stressful and busy. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my lovely friends Diarmaid and Matt for getting a full place at ALRA. :) SO happy for them right now.&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to Rory. He's 20. That's a scary thought. I miss him tons. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-6644864242145007938?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6644864242145007938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-with-me-to-sea-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6644864242145007938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6644864242145007938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-with-me-to-sea-of-love.html' title='Come with me to the sea of love.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-186814714917965418</id><published>2011-01-21T16:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:33:45.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Spit at stars.</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday afternoon! Currently lounging on the sofa listening to a bit of Every Time I Die. I am so unbelievably stressed right now. I have so much college work to do, it's insane. I really shouldn't be writing this. I should be on Microsoft Word 2010, writing about fresnel lanterns and flood lanterns and profile lanterns and parcan lanterns and followspots and colour gels and gobos and how amazing all of these things are and how they work and what they do and etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I'm procrastinating...like I have been doing for the past four hours since I've been home. I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed at Jack's. He had a free house so a load of us lovely college people went around to his and had merry, drunken times. It was a good night. I think the highlight was Matt and I going on chatroulette and doing some ukulele improv to random people. It was definitely a night I needed to help relieve the stress I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway...yeah. Things are alright. Just need to get all of this delightful work out of the way and then I'll feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but before I go, Jack showed me this insane video last night and I literally haven't stopped watching it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I6XLswqiX0s?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-186814714917965418?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/186814714917965418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/spit-at-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/186814714917965418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/186814714917965418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/spit-at-stars.html' title='Spit at stars.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I6XLswqiX0s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-9036995863096132389</id><published>2011-01-16T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:16:13.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Day.</title><content type='html'>I watched this programme today called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"If You Really Knew Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I went into watching it not knowing anything about it at all. It was on MTV, and I like most of the programmes that I probably shouldn't on MTV, so I thought &lt;i&gt;"hey, why the fuck not?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, it's a programme about this organisation in America called&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; "Challenge Day"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Challenge Day&lt;/i&gt; addresses common issues that are seen at most schools, such as cliques, bullying, negative judgements, sexism, racism, homophobia, sterotypes, hopelessness and hidden pressures to fit in, create an image and achieve or live up to the expectations of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If You Really Knew Me"&lt;/b&gt; follows people's journeys as they participate in &lt;i&gt;Challenge Day&lt;/i&gt;, and you get to see the change in people and see people open up about their lives and their struggles, and how they begin to accept everyone into their lives... You get to see a community come together as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really interesting thing to watch. I disliked school a lot, and it made me think that if we had this organisation come to my school whilst I was there, maybe it would have changed my experience a lot. Maybe it would have made me enjoy school a lot more... You wouldn't have to be afraid to walk down the corridor and be judged. You could talk to anyone you wanted to, without the pressure of having to hide who you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we had a&lt;i&gt; Challenge Day&lt;/i&gt; in England. I think the whole movement is a pretty genius idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a thought on this Sunday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.challengeday.org/"&gt;http://www.challengeday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-9036995863096132389?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/9036995863096132389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenge-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/9036995863096132389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/9036995863096132389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenge-day.html' title='Challenge Day.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5002471654492527198</id><published>2011-01-16T00:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:14:01.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Timshel.</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday night. Well...Sunday morning if you want to be technical about it, which I do.&lt;div&gt;I don't have much to say, so I'm just going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHARE THE LOVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: Before I wrote &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"SHARE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; just then, I accidentally wrote&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"SHAKE"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;instead. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm here to &lt;i&gt;"shake"&lt;/i&gt; the love, apparently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do this, I'm showing you this video of a cover of &lt;b&gt;Timshel by Mumford and Sons&lt;/b&gt;, which is a sweet as a nut song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say this was my cover and I just suddenly became amazing at guitar and amazing at singing to a camera, but it's not... But enjoy anyway. It's by Kina Grannis and her sisters, so you know it's going to be good. And if you don't know, then just trust me when I say it's going to be good. Because it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uc4BtZLFrTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uc4BtZLFrTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're all very welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-5002471654492527198?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5002471654492527198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/timshel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5002471654492527198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5002471654492527198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/timshel.html' title='Timshel.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-507370083975097528</id><published>2011-01-12T03:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:03:34.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Save me from me.</title><content type='html'>Just something random before I turn off my laptop and go to bed...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Game"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing? That &lt;i&gt;"Ohhh, I just lost the game"&lt;/i&gt;, and then everyone around you is like &lt;i&gt;"ohhh, you're such a dick because you made me think of it and now I've lost it too. Boo hoo hoo"&lt;/i&gt;... You know, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm that person who, when in that situation, will go &lt;i&gt;"well...I didn't because I don't play it because it's a pile of wank"&lt;/i&gt;, and then I get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"YEAH, BUT EVERYONE IN THE WORLD PLAYS THE GAME, SO YOU HAVE LOST IT ACTUALLY."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, that person gets a punch in the face for being a douche. If I don't want to play your shitty game that makes no sense and isn't really a game because 1) it has no skill and 2) you can't actually win it, then I won't. So go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. Just a random thought I had at...3:54am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I just bought a Jack Will's jumper and a pair of Jack Will's underwear from Jack Will's, funnily enough. And, a top and a pair of shoes from Urban Outfitters. I felt like treating myself. Plus, I got paid, so I have a shit load of money. Wheyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really should sleep now though. I need to get up at a relatively okay time tomorrow so I can spend the day doing college work. Fun times for Zoz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-507370083975097528?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/507370083975097528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/save-me-from-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/507370083975097528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/507370083975097528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/save-me-from-me.html' title='Save me from me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-649120442239170627</id><published>2011-01-11T23:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:12:38.705Z</updated><title type='text'>This world is doomed.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently watching a programme called &lt;i&gt;"Pre-teen proms"&lt;/i&gt;, which basically translates to "10 year old's with huge egos, and bitchy personalities; fighting for the best outfit, hair and entrance".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't mind so much if these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"proms"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(which, by the way, is an American term)&lt;/i&gt; were just a school disco with a table in the corner of the room which had a couple of bottles of coke and a few bowls of crisps on it, but they're not. These 10 year olds&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give a shit whether they have a limo, an expensive outfit, big hair, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;EVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whether they're "prom king or queen". I mean, seriously? I don't remember hardly anything from when I was at primary school. In fact, I don't remember anything from when I was 10. I think all I really cared about was cartoons, Britney Spears and food. 2 out of 3 of those are still true. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Guess which ones)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would you want your children, when they're that age, begin to have competitions about what they look like, and about they're shitty little entrances on a tacky horse and carriage? And then spend hundreds and hundreds of pounds so everyone remembers them for possibly a few months, if that. I don't even understand why people do it for the main "year 11 prom", yet alone when you're in year fucking 6. I mean, one boy just got fitted in a French Connection suit, for God sake...but it's okay, because &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"HE LOOKS SO GROWN UP"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.... When, at that age, he just shouldn't. He's 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EVEN&lt;/span&gt; give a shit about whether they have dates or not, and that, for me, just takes the fucking cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One mother just said that she thinks it's important that girls begin to start plucking their eyebrows and shaving their legs when they're that age, because "society is changing"....again, who gives a shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of parents can't afford limos and expensive clothes and go to the hairdressers for that one night, and you can't tell me that it's fair on that one kid that doesn't get that, and they're not going to feel like shit. Well done for ruining their childhood and making them feel insanely insecure before they've even gotten to Secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know... I just don't understand why they can't just be kids. I'm so glad I didn't have to worry about, or think about things like that when I was 10. Fuck that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, this world is doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-649120442239170627?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/649120442239170627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-world-is-doomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/649120442239170627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/649120442239170627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-world-is-doomed.html' title='This world is doomed.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6525704444689826886</id><published>2011-01-07T02:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:36:48.823Z</updated><title type='text'>With or without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, it is cold and it is windy and it is wet and it is depressing and it is dull, but if you look hard enough, you can find some pretty things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TSZ749Vyl7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/FX3gNlQ2Mzs/s320/221103613.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559267008504305586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-6525704444689826886?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6525704444689826886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-or-without-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6525704444689826886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6525704444689826886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or without you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TSZ749Vyl7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/FX3gNlQ2Mzs/s72-c/221103613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4754767047155042752</id><published>2011-01-02T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:03:12.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Fast Car.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally haven't stopped listening to this song all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHlGnu3ZBHc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/dHlGnu3ZBHc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4754767047155042752?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4754767047155042752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/fast-car.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4754767047155042752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4754767047155042752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/fast-car.html' title='Fast Car.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2180353385121095391</id><published>2011-01-01T21:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:12:51.810Z</updated><title type='text'>So, what will your legacy be?</title><content type='html'>Happy new year, and all that. The difference in amount of blogs that I posted in 2009 compared to 2010 is quite a large number, so I apologise for that. I can't promise that 2011 is going to improve though. These days, my life is so boring that I have nothing to write about! I always think it's better to just say nothing at all than bore people to death. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year was pretty uneventful for me. I always find that new years is such a let down. You can plan this amazing party or plan to go out somewhere really sweet, but it 98% of the time, it usually ends up sucking. I didn't go out this year. I stayed in and decided to watch Jools Holland with my parents, whilst snuggled in my Spongebob blanket. Told you my life was boring, didn't I? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was alright though. Nice and quiet, just the way I like it. I'm so glad my family aren't a fussy and busy family. I enjoy just staying at home and relaxing, instead of rushing around in cars and such to get places to see people that you hardly see throughout the entire year, and then have to be incredibly nice and polite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I've got it good when it comes to Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from recently becoming a singleton, nothing else has really changed since I did a proper 'life' post.....not that I can even remember when that last was anyway. I'm just plodding on, as per usual. I have so much college work to do though which I really should start very, very soon....but we all know I won't. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's okay though, you know... I'm just trying to not be alone as much as possible, so then I don't think about problems as much, or if I do, then I have someone there to talk to about it. Things are weird without Stephen, and I'm as confused as fucking ever....but I'm just taking each day as it comes. Once I get back to college in a couple of weeks, then I'm sure I'll be okay with the whole situation. We'll have to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I'm sure I've bored you enough with my boring, boring life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try not to be as boring next time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2180353385121095391?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2180353385121095391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-will-your-legacy-be.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2180353385121095391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2180353385121095391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-will-your-legacy-be.html' title='So, what will your legacy be?'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4410545753239918126</id><published>2010-12-18T20:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:14:02.150Z</updated><title type='text'>...and the sky cried down for days and days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the first time in History where I think Snakes and Ladders closed early. I attempted riding to work on my bike at 9:30am this morning, but the snow was so bad that I couldn't see and the snow was just getting in my eyes. In the end, I had to walk. We had those annoying customers that will do ANYTHING in their power to drive their kids to Snakes and Ladders. I felt sorry for the kids. You could tell all they wanted to do was just go outside and build a snowman or something. Instead, they were stuck in a dark, giant, cold building with no atmosphere. Fun fun fun. In the end though, my boss decided to close up. I can't say walking back in the snow was more fun, considering it was heavier and a lot more thick than when I walked there, but I made it home eventually and did absolutely nothing with my afternoon, which is exactly what I wanted. Plus, the snow is pretty and made the walk home a lot more interesting. It's so quiet when it snows because there's like..no traffic. It's so nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hope it will be like this next Saturday. It probably won't, but it will be cool beans if it did. :) I haven't been feeling very "Christmassy" recently. For some reason, it doesn't feel like Christmas. But today has changed that all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish people would stop moaning about it, though. And I wish people would stop pointing out the obvious. Every time I log onto Facebook, my news feed is just clogged with "OMG its snowing well heavy LOL" or "Oh, ffs... I HATE SNOW". Yes, it's an inconvenience. Yes, you can't drive very fast, or really at all. But let's just enjoy it, shall we? It is Christmas after all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to Justin Nozuka. His music makes me smile. Check him out if you haven't before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4410545753239918126?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4410545753239918126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-me-over-and-under-her-sun-cos-i_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4410545753239918126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4410545753239918126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-me-over-and-under-her-sun-cos-i_18.html' title='...and the sky cried down for days and days...'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2740974967987885019</id><published>2010-12-14T21:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:18:43.174Z</updated><title type='text'>And you can tell everybody that this is your song.</title><content type='html'>- War of the Worlds at the o2 in London.&lt;div&gt;- New purple, sparkly ukulele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vintage Laura Ashley hat for £4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really complain right now, can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas shopping is going well. I only have my two brother's, Ross' and the rest of Rory's to go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2740974967987885019?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2740974967987885019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-you-can-tell-everybody-that-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2740974967987885019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2740974967987885019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-you-can-tell-everybody-that-this-is.html' title='And you can tell everybody that this is your song.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2578060189634535322</id><published>2010-11-30T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:16:45.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Awkward.</title><content type='html'>There is so much I could talk about right now. Some good and some bad. But, all I really want to say is that the smell of burnt peanut butter has been lingering in my house for two days now. I really wish it would go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2578060189634535322?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2578060189634535322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/awkward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2578060189634535322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2578060189634535322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/awkward.html' title='Awkward.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8932827289865215767</id><published>2010-11-24T22:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:18:37.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>I don't fancy writing about my life at the moment. Not when I don't really know what's going on. So, instead, I'll do a quiz. First time for my blog. Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; "&gt;Where did you meet the last person you were in a car with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All at college about two years ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Besides this survey, what are you doing right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BBM-ing Megan and occasionally glancing at the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will you be up before 7am tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Nahhh way, maan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Did you kiss anyone today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What’s the best thing that happened to you today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today was quite funny actually. Megan and I had a good ol' chuckle in set building. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How old do you think you’ll be when you have kids?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I highly doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you waiting for something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When was the last time you hugged a member of the opposite sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Earlier on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What’s your relationship with the last person you text? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jamz is my very good friend. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What did you do today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Set built at college, went to town at lunch. Wheyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite gender you can talk to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yes. A few actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is bothering you right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; One main thing, but I'm trying to distract myself from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Nope. I'm rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have you ever lived with your girlfriend/boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have you ever taken someone back after they’ve cheated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Closed. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is there someone you don’t ever want to be out of your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you really happy or are you just saying that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not really happy at the moment, but I'm coping. I can smile and laugh, at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you think relationships are hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yeah. They're not easy things, any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How do you feel about your relationship status? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Not great. Keeping positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When was the last time you cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you have trust issues? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I don't really know. I don't think so, but I don't just trust anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who was the last person that you threw out of your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I'd say Jess Matthews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is there something you want to tell someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yesyesyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who was the last person you had an argument with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Has anyone made your day better even if it wasn’t by much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How many relationships have you been in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Proper ones? 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have you ever been in a relationship you never wanted to end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8932827289865215767?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8932827289865215767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-fancy-writing-about-my-life-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8932827289865215767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8932827289865215767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-fancy-writing-about-my-life-at.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7790682771158152156</id><published>2010-11-13T11:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:45:18.560Z</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could fly, and magically appear and disappear.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently lying slap bang in the middle of Stephen's huge double bed, with one duvet and two blankets covering me. I want to listen to music, but I don't know Stephen's password for his Spotify..... Goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Stephen went to work at 7:30am this morning. He finishes at 1:30pm, where he'll be meeting his parents and I at a theatre in Bristol to watch a show. Exciting times. I can't be bothered to get out of bed though. I am too warm and toasty.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's a roast chicken and salad sandwich waiting for me in his fridge. I want it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd write a lil' sumin'sumin' because I was bored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7790682771158152156?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7790682771158152156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-i-could-fly-and-magically-appear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7790682771158152156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7790682771158152156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-i-could-fly-and-magically-appear.html' title='I wish I could fly, and magically appear and disappear.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8923666819445790288</id><published>2010-11-09T19:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:37:54.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Ross Noble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TNml9kSvrTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3ToyS4EIE2s/s1600/ross-noble12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TNml9kSvrTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3ToyS4EIE2s/s320/ross-noble12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537639693961637170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; funniest man to ever walk on this planet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The 7th November was the second time I have seen him live. He definitely did not disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P.S: If anyone wants to buy me a Christmas present, then buy me a Ross Noble DVD? Please? Y'know, either "Things" or "Nobleism" or "Fizzy Logic" or "Randomist" or "Sonic Waffle" or "Unrealtime"...... Thanks. :D x&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/4258914757599553262-8923666819445790288?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8923666819445790288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/ross-noble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8923666819445790288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8923666819445790288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/ross-noble.html' title='Ross Noble.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TNml9kSvrTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3ToyS4EIE2s/s72-c/ross-noble12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8135566718920589336</id><published>2010-11-05T17:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:41:32.166Z</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8135566718920589336?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8135566718920589336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8135566718920589336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8135566718920589336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7483081475544854153</id><published>2010-11-03T00:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:57:39.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch me fall, watch me fall down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's an aching in my skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna get out, wanna get out;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of mind, out of time, and into you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say "people grow, let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time will heal your bleeding wounds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I don't think it's gonna work out that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- "Missing You" by Kina Grannis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7483081475544854153?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7483081475544854153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7483081475544854153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7483081475544854153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5063025936378396234</id><published>2010-10-30T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:47:27.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster mash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMx2Dsf0TcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/54jQ7l1shKE/s1600/71719_492557710139_597230139_7440118_2789352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMx2Dsf0TcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/54jQ7l1shKE/s320/71719_492557710139_597230139_7440118_2789352_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533927847987793346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This is my pumpkin of awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Halloweeeeen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-5063025936378396234?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5063025936378396234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-mash.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5063025936378396234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5063025936378396234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster mash.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMx2Dsf0TcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/54jQ7l1shKE/s72-c/71719_492557710139_597230139_7440118_2789352_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5865488311500232647</id><published>2010-10-27T11:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:53:00.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your puppet.</title><content type='html'>It's nice to check your bank account and see you've been paid, and had money taken out by O2 for your phone bill, and then have MORE money than you did before any of this happened.&lt;div&gt;I like looking at my bank account and seeing I have over £150. A rarity really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just got a letter posted through the door from Natwest telling me I'm FINALLY getting a new bank card, and it's not going to be a shitty Solo/Maestro any more, and it's now going to be a Visa Debit. Now I won't have a problem with First Great Western telling me I'm lying and refusing to accept my card when buying train tickets, because 'apparently it's not really a maestro', even though it is. Fail, First Great Western. Mega fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also really, really, really ill right now. My throat feels like it's got a flaming bowling ball stuck inside it, and I keep getting more hot flushes than the average menopausal woman. Oh, and my nose is blocked. Ewww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, I have work tomorrow, Friday and Saturday. I am pretty much screweddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween though this weekend. I'll be putting up some awesome pictures of the awesome pumpkins myself and my family will be carving, so stay in tuned for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must go now. Going to town with my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-5865488311500232647?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5865488311500232647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-your-puppet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5865488311500232647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5865488311500232647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-your-puppet.html' title='I&apos;m your puppet.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2878884734146180842</id><published>2010-10-22T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:53:38.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Hill's TV Burp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMGiTNoAsNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qgkCnCLLskI/s1600/37938_488236220139_597230139_7370046_6967505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMGiTNoAsNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qgkCnCLLskI/s320/37938_488236220139_597230139_7370046_6967505_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530880268346372306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, my brother Ashley, my mum, my good friend Tom and myself went to go and watch Harry Hill's TV Burp get recorded at the BBC Television Studios. It was great fun! We queued for a good two and a half hours or so, but it was worth it as we got great seats and a great view of the whole set. Note, that the picture to your left isn't the view from where we were sitting. I didn't want to risk taking a picture before filming from where we were sitting, just in case someone shouted at me. D: As you can see from the picture, they're tidying up and stuff, so it was at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spoil Saturday's episode for any of you, if you are Harry Hill fans and watch the show, so I'm not going to tell you any of the things that happened, but we might be on TV on Saturday, because there was an audience shot in very close to us, so you never know!&lt;div&gt;It was interesting to see how they filmed it. They basically recorded the whole show as if it was going out live. They just did a full run through and only stopped briefly if Harry forgot his lines or if there was a technical problem or something like that, but that didn't really happen very much, but was funny when it did anyway! The "fight" had to be done a couple of times to get it right, but the fight was awesome, so it was okay. Then, the producers looked over part one first and then they re-shot any scenes or lines or changed anything they thought didn't work well, which wasn't much, and then did the same for part two. Then, they did one specific scene which involved water, so obviously, they wanted to do the messy scene right at the end, which makes sense really. We had a nice chap who kept us entertained when they were setting things up or when there were pauses, and right at the beginning before the whole recording process began. Overall, we were in there for a good two hours, and possibly a bit more. We also got free beer in the foyer, which is never a bad thing. It was so worth the waiting and constant standing around and etc. Considering we didn't actually pay for the tickets itself, it was pretty good! It was good to feel like a part of it, as the audience and their reactions is such an important part of the show, especially for Harry Hill's TV Burp. It's also good that they don't use canned laughter or edit the laughter in themselves as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd recommend any one go and see it get recorded, or any show get recorded really. It's so interesting to actually watch how they do things and a really good experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good day, overall. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2878884734146180842?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2878884734146180842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/harry-hills-tv-burp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2878884734146180842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2878884734146180842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/harry-hills-tv-burp.html' title='Harry Hill&apos;s TV Burp.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TMGiTNoAsNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qgkCnCLLskI/s72-c/37938_488236220139_597230139_7370046_6967505_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4703672502025074707</id><published>2010-10-12T17:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:31:01.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Rocky.</title><content type='html'>Rest in peace, Rocky. You were a wonderful budgie and the house is annoyingly quiet without you chirping away to music and people and what-not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you ALWAYS. :) Have fun in budgie heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is where I would insert a picture of Rocky, but I don't have one. WAHHHH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4703672502025074707?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4703672502025074707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/rip-rocky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4703672502025074707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4703672502025074707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/rip-rocky.html' title='R.I.P Rocky.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6799135137766441724</id><published>2010-10-11T22:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:07:17.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The point sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Get rid of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if you ever wanna see me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Our shores are separating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with or without a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know that nothing lasts forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and depending on the weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a changer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know that if November had been deader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if we'd hidden a bit better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we'd be strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this breeze blew in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a glitch in the tide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disguised as storm free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;begging me please to take a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, soften your sails and take a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open the wings and let her fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't see the point sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a rock, I'm a gull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might be okay to stay if you could hold me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you got no way to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know that as the water rises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;possible perch shrinks in size,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'll take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this breeze blew in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a glitch in the tide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disguised as storm free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;begging me please to take a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, soften your sails and take a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open the wings and let her fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know that nothing lasts forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and depending on the weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a changer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a changer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a changer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a changer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've been listening to Gregory and the Hawk non-stop all evening. So, so, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just thought I'd give you something a bit different on this uneventful, Monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&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/4258914757599553262-6799135137766441724?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6799135137766441724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/point-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6799135137766441724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6799135137766441724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/point-sometimes.html' title='The point sometimes.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7851964624421627560</id><published>2010-10-09T23:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:55:52.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF INIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TLDytuxcFiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lzoynLNypbA/s1600/31650_10150166515120357_574035356_12285142_4137985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TLDytuxcFiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lzoynLNypbA/s400/31650_10150166515120357_574035356_12285142_4137985_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526183610247026210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Hattie Partington more than life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COOL BEANS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7851964624421627560?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7851964624421627560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/bff-init.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7851964624421627560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7851964624421627560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/10/bff-init.html' title='BFF INIT.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TLDytuxcFiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lzoynLNypbA/s72-c/31650_10150166515120357_574035356_12285142_4137985_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3453820105565587393</id><published>2010-09-21T21:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:13:08.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>200.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ALSO&lt;/b&gt;, my previous blog was my 200th one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well done &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; for finally getting there. It should have come sooner really &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that's what she said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but I'm rubbish at writing regularly these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate and congratulate myself, I'm going to get &lt;b&gt;TWO &lt;/b&gt;chocolate éclairs instead of my original &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;. Oh, I am naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3453820105565587393?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3453820105565587393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/200.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3453820105565587393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3453820105565587393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/200.html' title='200.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4444881274743061361</id><published>2010-09-21T21:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:29:27.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy, bouncy; oh, such a good time.</title><content type='html'>I just had a lovely, little chat with Noel Fielding on the phone. He called me a pineapple because I was watching The Great British Bake Off instead of The Boosh, but he called me 'love' and told me to take care, and took the time out of his life to talk to ME, so all is good. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Mario Kart arrived today, so I'm going to be playing that non-stop when my brother's not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Edd won The Great British Bake off, and he was my FAV, so I'm happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the day off college tomorrow. I am going to sleep, eat, play Mario Kart and catch up on Eastenders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good mood right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4444881274743061361?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4444881274743061361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/bouncy-bouncy-oh-such-good-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4444881274743061361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4444881274743061361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/bouncy-bouncy-oh-such-good-time.html' title='Bouncy, bouncy; oh, such a good time.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1016645336580071310</id><published>2010-09-20T13:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:11:08.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a little awkward.</title><content type='html'>iCarly is so shit. I just got home from college and put on Nickelodeon to see if Spongebob was on because, you know, Spongebob is awesome.... but it's not on; iCarly is. I thought: &lt;i&gt;"I'll just leave this on and browse the internet whilst I wait for Spongebob to come on, because there's nothing else on at the moment"&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;, it's so infuriatingly bad. The jokes, the canned laughter, the terrible effects they use for their mediocre &lt;i&gt;"web show"&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;div&gt;You know those pointless frames they put on TV, so you can tell when you're looking through a video camera? With the &lt;i&gt;"REC"&lt;/i&gt; in the bottom right-hand corner? And the red-flashy button? They use that &lt;b&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/b&gt;, and it's like &lt;i&gt;"yeah, okay, we know you're recording through a video camera because that's the whole point of your show, right? It's based around a web show that you record using a video camera? Stop treating your audience like they don't understand &lt;b&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt; Who would seriously want to watch their web show, anyway? They don't do anything on it. It's such a yawnfest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when kids tv was good. The only good thing around these days is Spongebob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for Spongebob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's on now. I'm going to finish this rant about iCarly now, but read this for more: &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/ICarly"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/ICarly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lol'd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-1016645336580071310?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1016645336580071310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-little-awkward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1016645336580071310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1016645336580071310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-little-awkward.html' title='It&apos;s just a little awkward.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6334046126395564331</id><published>2010-09-08T19:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:44:43.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go back.</title><content type='html'>I miss "LOOOOAFFF?"&lt;div&gt;I miss getting vending machine soup with Hattie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Jack's constant juggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss mine and Rory's banter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much miss every thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that's concerning me is that, even though I'm still with four of my favourite people, in the same environment, doing similar things, it's not going to ever be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would miss it, but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/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/4258914757599553262-6334046126395564331?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6334046126395564331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-go-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6334046126395564331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6334046126395564331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-go-back.html' title='Let&apos;s go back.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2962954321887388255</id><published>2010-08-27T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:14:20.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking two is better than one.</title><content type='html'>The other day, I went to Oxford with Stephen. To do this, we had to catch a bus from Abingdon into Oxford. Now, if you don't live near or around where I live, then you won't know that the price of getting to Oxford from Abingdon and then back again is £4. Naturally, I didn't have any change on me whatsoever. I think I had about 20p in 5p's, but that was it, so Stephen and I both got a £10 out of a cash machine.&lt;div&gt;Stephen went first to get on the bus. Yep. £4. Okay. Stephen gave the bus driver a £10 note. She looked at him disgustedly, but gave him £6 change without saying a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it was my turn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Return to Oxford, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"That's £4, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Sorry, all I have is a £10 note. I have no change whatsoever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Yeah, And I'll have no change by the end of this. Look, that's my last £5 note."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then continued to pretty much throw the money, which consisted of a £5 note and a £1 coin, at me and then said "thank you" in a voice that was loud and sarcastic enough to kill a small child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen and I were discussing how ridiculous this all was on the bus. Now, I'm here to discuss it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a service to the public, right? And I am her customer. I am one of the people letting her keep her job by stepping onto her bus and putting money into her hand. Whether that was £4 or £400, she shouldn't be complaining. The more customers she has, the more likely she won't get sacked for being so shit that she repels customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're going to make a return ticket to any place nearly a fiver, then you should expect that a lot of people are probably going to give you a greater amount of money, in which case, you should probably carry &lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt; notes on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, isn't that what change is for? Correct me if I'm wrong, but the fact that she was complaining because it was &lt;i&gt;"her last £5 note"&lt;/i&gt; is retarded, because at the end of the day, she'll probably have given that &lt;i&gt;"last £5 note"&lt;/i&gt; to anyone, whether it was me or fucking Jimbob down the street. Would she have complained to Jimbob too? Or did she just fancy having a go at me? It's &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt;. You give &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt; to people who give you a greater amount of money than the actual price. What does she want to do with it? Hang it up on her wall and fucking stare at it all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she's lost one customer. I will never get on a bus if she's driving again. Even if that means waiting another 4 hours to get home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off topic, I have jumped on the Blackberry wagon. It's pretty and makes me smile because it doesn't restart itself every 10 seconds like my old piece of shit did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BB pin: 22C736F4. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2962954321887388255?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2962954321887388255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-thinking-two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2962954321887388255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2962954321887388255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-thinking-two-is-better-than-one.html' title='I&apos;m thinking two is better than one.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2078739065482022716</id><published>2010-08-17T02:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:46:20.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>By the beautiful sea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoE9ouXMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfCIMutBy30/s1600/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoE9ouXMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfCIMutBy30/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506187191399636162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoEeqwhaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/oDhYChcOmpo/s1600/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoEeqwhaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/oDhYChcOmpo/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506187183086667170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoDyLNa_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oMd4OHeP8T4/s1600/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoDyLNa_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/oMd4OHeP8T4/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506187171143183346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoDV_H0GI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SO2J2-CKiz8/s1600/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoDV_H0GI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SO2J2-CKiz8/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506187163576291426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7th - 15th August = &lt;b&gt;best week of my life. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2078739065482022716?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2078739065482022716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/by-beautiful-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2078739065482022716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2078739065482022716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/by-beautiful-sea.html' title='By the beautiful sea.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TGnoE9ouXMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfCIMutBy30/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8889255358672553913</id><published>2010-08-05T23:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:35:54.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Pepper; what's the worst that can happen?</title><content type='html'>In two days time, I'll be living it up in a caravan in Bognor Regis with my boyfriend. In fact, I can imagine that at this exact time in two days, we'll probably be sitting in our caravan playing Game of Life or watching The Spongebob Movie, eating enormous amounts of Maryland Cookies and Twiglets. Well.....I'll be eating the Twiglets. Stephen won't. He doesn't like them. Douche.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE TWIGLETS FOR ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I got a pair of socks with robots on for 50p in Tescos earlier. Life is even more perfect now that those socks are in my life....and on my feet. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...yeah...holiday in two days, which is sweet as a nut because not only does it mean that I get to spend some major time with my boyfriend in good ol' Bognor, but also because I get time off work for a long while. No more screaming kids that almost knock you over wherever you walk, and no more snobby parents that you HAVE to be polite to. Dear God, I hope I don't get that on holiday. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to catch up on Eastenders, because I'm cooler than Jesus with a yo-yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8889255358672553913?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8889255358672553913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/dr-pepper-whats-worst-that-can-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8889255358672553913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8889255358672553913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/dr-pepper-whats-worst-that-can-happen.html' title='Dr. Pepper; what&apos;s the worst that can happen?'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5572222307113086054</id><published>2010-07-31T15:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:58:43.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples.</title><content type='html'>I love Ross for giving me his iPod Touch. :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-5572222307113086054?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5572222307113086054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/apples.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5572222307113086054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5572222307113086054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/apples.html' title='Apples.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4946116508704745027</id><published>2010-07-28T23:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:00:08.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnomnom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s1600/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s400/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499095378495561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s1600/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s1600/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s1600/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why didn't I know that these existed until JUST NOW? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s1600/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4946116508704745027?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4946116508704745027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/omnomnom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4946116508704745027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4946116508704745027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/omnomnom.html' title='Omnomnom.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TFC2HH04XbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kTTRW_wwkNY/s72-c/tumblr_kysysx1SU41qzkqbao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3033895424327695487</id><published>2010-07-28T23:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:09:43.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey kid, good morning, you look like an angel.</title><content type='html'>Today, my boyfriend surprised me with a huge picnic that he had made, I won £40 on a scratch card and I saw Hattie for McDonalds and chats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3033895424327695487?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8689858377696620213</id><published>2010-07-26T23:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:15:59.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I like your tricycle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N1_0SUGlDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/0N1_0SUGlDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This never fails to put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8689858377696620213?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8689858377696620213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-your-tricycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8689858377696620213'/><link rel='self' 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Finally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Stephen in two days. Finally. It's only been eighteen days since I last saw his face. AHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Holiday soon. Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make things complete, I need a new phone to replace my shitty Sony Ericsson that restarts itself every five minutes. &amp;amp; that is no exaggeration. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short blog. I cba to write loads. I'm too busy exploring Windows 7. It's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-2147205680819801212?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2147205680819801212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/cmon-love-run-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2147205680819801212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2147205680819801212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/cmon-love-run-with-me.html' title='C&apos;mon love, run with me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7313770464206178883</id><published>2010-07-12T12:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:27:56.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, it's a beautiful morning.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I have the worst cold ever. Getting a cold in summer annoys me, because, to me, it just doesn't seem like it should be possible. I should be complaining of hayfever, and getting bitten by stupid insects, and getting sunburnt, and other annoying things that you get in summer; not a common cold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way. It's not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Monday; the beginning of another week. My plan for this week is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Spend Wednesday night at Emma's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Welcome Ross home from France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- See Shan lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Work Friday and Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much...but I'm looking forward to the first three things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen's gone to London this week. Last week he was in Bristol doing work, and now he's gone to London to work at some festival. Haven't seen him in 7 days, and I have about another 13 to go. I hate him not being here. It's summer; he should be. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dragging like a bitch, lol. I just want it to be our holiday nowwww. I need to get away. I can't WAIT. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching Spongebob atm. Of course. :) Going to make a cuppa tea in a minute and raid the cupboards to see if there's any decent food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're all having a good summer, so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7313770464206178883?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7313770464206178883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/wake-up-its-beautiful-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7313770464206178883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7313770464206178883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/wake-up-its-beautiful-morning.html' title='Wake up, it&apos;s a beautiful morning.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-457400113484564504</id><published>2010-07-04T21:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:45:09.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you'd call me now, baby, then I'd come a running.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiii. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..college is all over now. Got two distinctions and a merit overall, which I was not expecting whatsoever...so GOOD TIMES FOR ZOZ. :) The ball was fun, too.. Was a lovely way to finish off the best two years of my life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was crazy. I've never consumed so much alcohol in my life, but it was so worth it..even if I was feeling it for the next two days. It's nice being 18. It's nice to know that I can just go to the pub with friends and have a drink...and not have to worry about getting done for being under age or anything... &amp;amp; I can actually go out with Stephen and his friends in Bristol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom is good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's Summer now. I'm planning to work a lot to get shit loads of money. Stephen and I have booked a caravan holiday to Bognor Regis (lol) from the 7th - 14th of August. I am SO excited. It'll be so fun to just get away for a whole week to a place we've both never been before. There's a Butlins near by. Blates going there loads. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching 16 and Pregnant. Watching 16 year-old American teenagers go through SHIT is so entertaining. Sucks to be them, lolol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're all having fun times. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-457400113484564504?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/457400113484564504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-youd-call-me-now-baby-then-id-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/457400113484564504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/457400113484564504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-youd-call-me-now-baby-then-id-come.html' title='If you&apos;d call me now, baby, then I&apos;d come a running.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2415936985173920267</id><published>2010-06-29T00:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:28:28.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's my birthday today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's nice to know I'm going to have a social life and be able to go out and have &lt;i&gt;FUN TIMES&lt;/i&gt; with my friends and boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let's get on it tonight, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;;D&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/4258914757599553262-2415936985173920267?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2415936985173920267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-birthday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2415936985173920267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2415936985173920267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-birthday-today.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2185132908513591771</id><published>2010-06-21T00:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:00:47.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke the furry wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Film premiers are fun. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory and I went to the "Get Him to the Greek" premier today in London. Got to meet Russell Brand and Jonah Hill. Free popcorn. Free movie. Pretty sweeeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's out, which is in a few days I think, go and see it! Fucking hilarious film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also ordered my ball dress today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TB6qzL662kI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MqKBtrYavLk/s320/fs.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485009192533809730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pretty, no? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Obviously...that's not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Any way, that's all. FMP is over now. Sad, sad times. :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my dad's the Mayor of Ock Street again, for the fourth year in a row. Boo-fucking-ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2185132908513591771?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2185132908513591771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/stroke-furry-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2185132908513591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2185132908513591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/stroke-furry-wall.html' title='Stroke the furry wall.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/TB6qzL662kI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MqKBtrYavLk/s72-c/fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3062037352813582616</id><published>2010-06-17T00:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:08:24.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you've got a four leaf clover, you could make my dreams come true.</title><content type='html'>There isn't enough words in the English Language to describe my love for The Last 5 Years. &lt;b&gt;I fucking love it &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have yet to get your "Stop the World" tickets, there's still time! :) Don't miss out, yeah? You get to see me play as a rejected daughter named Jane. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing my log book at the moment. I spent the last two hours on the phone to Stephen, explaining the plots of the first three series of Dexter. He didn't ask me to, I just started talking about it, and once I start talking about it, I can't seem to stop. Also talking about my show, and about the ND1 showcase, and about The Last 5 Years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, he does all the talking. Makes a change that it was me instead. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really hungry, too. All I've eaten today is a slice of cake, a few gherkins, a punnet of cherries and some chicken bites. There's some cheese-topped rolls in the kitchen that are calling my name. It's 1:04am and probably too late to eat now, but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually only came on my laptop to play Plants Vs. Zombies, but I thought I should probably do my log book, and three hours later, I still haven't finished. I'm rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way. This was pointlesssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Log book time, then food, then Plants Vs. Zombies, then bed....ready for show number 3 tomorrow, and ready for the orthodontist at 12:15pm for my retainer fitting. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-3062037352813582616?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3062037352813582616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-youve-got-four-leaf-clover-you-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3062037352813582616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3062037352813582616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-youve-got-four-leaf-clover-you-could.html' title='If you&apos;ve got a four leaf clover, you could make my dreams come true.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5356269646914580071</id><published>2010-06-16T11:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:38:32.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...and if we could live twice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd make life paradise,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for someone really nice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like you..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The end of two years is coming closer and closer, and I've only just realised how much I'm going to miss it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/4258914757599553262-5356269646914580071?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5356269646914580071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5356269646914580071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5356269646914580071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html' title='The end.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-620066810673415689</id><published>2010-06-13T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:22:07.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There are so many lives I want to share with you.</title><content type='html'>New blog. I quite like it. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I don't have braces any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm not ginger any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've finally seen The Last 5 Years, thanks to Stephen. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Come and see my graduation show, "Stop the World, I Want to Get Off!" Tickets are £6/£4 from Abingdon and Witney College reception. :) Tuesday 15th - Friday 18th. 7:30pm. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all, for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to continue my hunt for a ball dress. Went into Oxford today, but it was just poor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-620066810673415689?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/620066810673415689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-so-many-lives-i-want-to-share.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/620066810673415689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/620066810673415689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-so-many-lives-i-want-to-share.html' title='There are so many lives I want to share with you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2508959281716572605</id><published>2010-05-27T22:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:31:29.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love don't live here anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I haven't written on here in ages. I don't really have a reason why I haven't, but I apologise for my absence any way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's been a lot of college stuff going on recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Musical concert performance / rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;- FMP rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Devising performance / rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Devising log book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;- FMP log book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ironically, it got so stressful that my motivation, energy and concentration went completely down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thankfully, our musical concert was last night and our devised play was today, so now I only have to worry about FMP...which isn't that far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After half term, we have 6 days of rehearsals left until the day of opening night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fingers crossed it will all work out okay and be the best performance we've ever done in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now that I only have to worry about FMP, hopefully my motivation, energy and concentration will go back to normal and I'll actually feel like I want to come into college. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You should come and see our FMP though. :) It's a musical called "Stop the World, I Want to Get Off!" It's pretty wickeddd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;15th - 18th of June. Tickets are £8/£5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Other than college stuff, life's been pretty cool. Stephen and I are as good. He still makes me as happy as ever, which is always a good thing when it comes to relationships....lulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and completely off subject, but I got Spotify today. Yeeeah, motherfucker. ;) Listening to some City and Colour right now. Even though I have all of his stuff on my iTunes, I feel a lot more cool listening to it on Spotify...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Any wayssss....I'll try and post again soon, but don't hold me to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hope all is well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2508959281716572605?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2508959281716572605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-dont-live-here-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2508959281716572605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2508959281716572605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-dont-live-here-anymore.html' title='Love don&apos;t live here anymore.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4540966465354665376</id><published>2010-05-11T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:29:24.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: "You know what? I'd vote for David Cameron if he did my FMP log book for me. I mean, he's a douche, but if he did it then I'd be like 'oh, thanks David, I'll vote for you next time'. Well...I'd only vote for him if he got me a distinction. If he got me a Merit then I'd be like 'well thanks, but I could've probably got myself a Merit. I mean, you're a nice person for doing so, but..not worthy of a vote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Pause*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"In fact, I'd vote for anyone if they did my log book for me. I'd vote for.........Ronald McDonald, for instance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ashley: "Uh..could you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't mean as the Prime Minister, I mean just..if he was ever involved in anything that needed...votes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ashley: "Like what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dunno..the..uhh... 'best person who's a symbol for..something'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Laughlaughlaughlaugh*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ashley: "What would you do if Cameron got rid of EMA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you mean..if he got rid of EMA but still did my log book? Or.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: "Well.. I didn't, but yeah..if he got rid of EMA but still did your log book?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: "I wouldn't vote for him, no. I mean..he'd be a nice guy for doing my log book, but that doesn't make you a good Prime Minister. I'd just give him a cookie for being nice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: "You wouldn't be able to afford a cookie, because he would've gotten rid of EMA..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I really need to stop procrastinating and just do my log book....&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/4258914757599553262-4540966465354665376?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4540966465354665376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-hell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4540966465354665376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4540966465354665376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/raise-hell.html' title='Raise hell.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-5832934165034413924</id><published>2010-05-07T15:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:24:16.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I think in decimals and dollars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm currently at college in iMedia. I could've left 41 minutes ago, but for some reason I'm still sat here refreshing Facebook every 5 seconds. I'm so retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;But I've got some Alexisonfire to keep me entertained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm ill right now. I blame Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not doing anything this weekend, apart from maybe logbooking, which I cannot be bothered with and have no motivation to make myself do, but I'm sure I'll be able to make myself do a teeny bit, even if it's for like...10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, my life right now.. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm being so moody, but it's only because I'm ill. I went home earlier for about half an hour and turned the house upside down trying to find my headphones, and I went completely mental.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find them. I'm using college's. They're okay but not as good as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;I've decided I'm going to make brownies tonight. Craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;This blog was pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry for the bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Heart, Zoe.&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/4258914757599553262-5832934165034413924?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5832934165034413924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-in-decimals-and-dollars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5832934165034413924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/5832934165034413924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-in-decimals-and-dollars.html' title='I think in decimals and dollars.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-272495989150451565</id><published>2010-04-27T17:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:31:47.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"No one sleeps more beautifully than you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but I am afraid that you will waken just now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and commit the murder of beauty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- 'Murder' by YevgenyYevtushenko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Translated by Albert C. Todd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-272495989150451565?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/272495989150451565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/272495989150451565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/272495989150451565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/murder.html' title='Murder.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6628671610021702080</id><published>2010-04-25T21:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:26:22.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We sing, 'cos it holds us together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love my boyfriend more than life itself, if I'm totally honest with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;........That's all I've got to say, because it's all I'm thinking right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Zoe. x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-6628671610021702080?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6628671610021702080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-boyfriend-more-than-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6628671610021702080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6628671610021702080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-boyfriend-more-than-life.html' title='We sing, &apos;cos it holds us together.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8825398573446611680</id><published>2010-04-20T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:47:28.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweater is on backwards and inside out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I promised you a blog. It's a bit later than expected, but it's better than nothing, right? After this, I'm going to bed. I need sleep so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Easter is over now. It was a good couple of weeks. :) Stephen went back to Bristol on Saturday, which was sad times. It feels weird without him being here to annoy and Doctor Who with. He also was lovely and bought me some Lily's on our 8 month anniversary. :') 10 days later, and they're still in bloom and smell amazing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going up to see him on Saturday. I don't have work on Saturday either! They rang me today and asked me if I wanted the day off, for some reason. I am definitely not refusing an opportunity like that up. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love him very much though. He made my Easter extremely enjoyable. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Emma stayed round last night, which was so nice. :) I've missed our chats and fun times, and I'm glad that we're still going to be together next year, considering we're both doing production. :) More fun times to be had! I love her very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Alex and I are talking again too. He sent me a really lovely email apologising for every thing and stuff. I don't want to hold grudges against people who obviously don't deserve it, so all is good. :) We spent about 4 hours of this evening catching up on Facebook chat. It's been nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's just such a nice feeling that, a year after all that Jess shit happened, someone has finally seen the light and turned around and said that they understand. Now I don't feel like I lost any more. I feel like karma is actually running it's course. Finally. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm seeing him Thursday afternoon. Just going to go get a coffee and talk more about what's been going on. Sure it will be wonderful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rock Show is next week. Hoping it will be good! Got a long practice tomorrow, which I'm hoping will go well. Fingers crossed! I'm quite excited though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not long left of college, really... Another 9 weeks or so? Scary thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I really need to start my log books though for both my FMP and for the devising unit. :/ I don't want to get behind again... I need motivation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I will probably do it tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hopefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway. I better go to sleep. I've got to be up at 8am for college tomorrow. BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and did I tell you I get my braces off in June? EXCITEDDDDD. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8825398573446611680?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8825398573446611680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sweater-is-on-backwards-and-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8825398573446611680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8825398573446611680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sweater-is-on-backwards-and-inside.html' title='My sweater is on backwards and inside out.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1742777137334878728</id><published>2010-04-19T23:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:58:05.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically...a quick note to say that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;write a blog tomorrow. I was going to write one now but I have Emma round and I realised that I have a lot to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I will speak to you tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-1742777137334878728?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1742777137334878728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1742777137334878728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1742777137334878728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2965517037438007023</id><published>2010-04-04T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:20:08.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love; it's a special day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've been so unbelievably rubbish at blogging. The last time I did was like...March 14th? I dunno... Something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;However, with Stephen being down for a month, I haven't really felt like I've wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I apologise for neglecting you. You haven't missed much, though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically, all I've been doing is either seeing Stephen, or seeing Rory. Or both at the same time. Or just playing ukulele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love my ukulele. I'm starting to get hard skin on my fingers, which shows I've been playing way too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went to the circus last Monday too, which was awesome. They had performing budgies! I have a budgie, and he now seems really shit compared. xD Poor Rocky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also went to see The Lion King in London on Wednesday. It was good! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; Thursday and Friday I went to the OFS in Oxford to see some Oxfringe stuff. Saw a play called 'Zemblanity', which was so fucking funny. It made no sense, but it was brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; then saw a comedy group called 'The Noise Next Door'. They do improvised comedy. So they ask the audience for suggestions and scenarios, and then improvise it. Think of it being exactly like 'Who's line is it, anyway?".... They were so incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I actually got called on stage and they improvised a boy band song about my life. They asked me questions like..my name and what I do in my spare time and stuff like that.. &amp;amp; they improvised a song using all that info. It was amazing! Embarrassing, but amazing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rory recorded it. The moment I get the video, I'll put it up here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've basically just been seeing Stephen really, now that he's here. :) I stayed round his last night. We watched Final Destination 3, ate Chinese and watched Mock the Week. Then stayed up until 4am just talking. It's nice to spend decent time with him.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I apologise for the lack of blogs. I don't know when I'll next write, but hopefully soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;OH, and happy Easter! I finally don't have to worry about lack of chocolate. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stephen got me a Mini Eggs egg. It came with a mug! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; some old couple that my dad does gardening for got me a Mars egg. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; my mum got me a big Lindt bunny (not the crazy 1kg one, that's like £35, but the size below that), a buttons egg and some mini eggs. :) Omnomnom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've got work tomorrow, even though it's a bank holiday... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I get time and a half though, so that's good. I just hope it's not busy...and I really hope it doesn't pour with rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway. Speak soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2965517037438007023?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2965517037438007023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-its-special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2965517037438007023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2965517037438007023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-its-special-day.html' title='Love; it&apos;s a special day.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-982206420421671276</id><published>2010-03-19T13:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:26:51.181Z</updated><title type='text'>It's got potential, this day. It's pregnant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I watched the final episode of the most recent series of Skins this morning. After reading countless Facebook statuses beforehand, saying how "shit the ending was" and how "the writers should give up", I really wanted to give it a chance. I had a hunch why people were saying these things, and this was probably down to questions being unanswered. No doubt, the biggest being that no one really knew if Freddie was 100% dead. I knew this before I even watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I feel sorry for Skins and for the writers, because I think that it was a good ending. The whole episode was good. The final, short monologue of Cook's that ended the episode was incredible. The fact he stood up to a man with a baseball bat that he knew had already killed his friend and just laughed, showed us who Cook really is. Fearless, independent and strong, but also filled with the care and love for his friends. It built up so much tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;They tied up Emily and Naomi's story, and even Thomas' and Panda's. But, I like the fact that they didn't answer &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; question that they knew would be going through every viewer's head. I like the fact that they left it up to us to imagine what really happened. Why hand it to us on a plate? Not every thing can have a happy ending, and for all you know, if they did show us what 'really happened', then it might not have been what you wanted it to be. Cook could've got bludgeoned to death by John Foster and he could've gotten away with it. I think that would've been a worse ending than the one they gave us, because it wouldn't have been what we would want. I like to believe that Cook destroyed John Foster and they found Freddie and bought John Foster to justice, so that is the way it ends for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our own imaginations are much stronger and more vivid than just simply showing us something. Where's the fun in that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:helvetica, arial, verdana, geneva, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;dl class="blog-post-attributes"&gt;&lt;dd class="author" style="margin-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Posted by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; Bryan Elsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;dd class="date" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;on Thu Mar 18, 2010 at 11:05 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blog-post-content" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 5px; padding-bottom: 10px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bryan Elsley - writer of episode 8 and Skins co-creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Writing the last episode of Skins is so difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; And this one has been really hard because it is the last episode of Skins UK that I will ever write. I think the time has come to hand over to the fantastically talented group of young writers, we've spent all this time putting together. They're young and creative and totally fearless which is just as well, because I don't know if you realise it; you, our Skins Fans can be quite scary at times. It can be like showing a group of trusted, really cool friends something you have done, and when they don't like it, it's devastating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;There have been a couple of moments I know, when you weren't sure of what we were doing and I'm here to tell you that sometimes we don't know exactly what we're attempting ourselves, and how it will come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's because Skins never wants to settle down into something predictable or just do the routine. Television writing is really really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; So hard that sometimes I think my brain is going to explode. So I've wrestled the characters for the last time, trying to pull them out of the sky where they've been flying, and this is my last go. I hope you think its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next year, we will have new characters. Give them a chance to develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; I hope you will feel that however they turn out, that Skins is a show made with love and respect for you and your lives by people who try to be close to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is it supposed to be realistic? No. Can it be funny all the time? No. Should it be depressing? No. But it should say something important; that being young can be so fantastic, and such a disaster at the same time. And that you are not alone. Somewhere, there is a  person experiencing the same things as you; whether they are stupidly hilarious or just terrible. Finally: That the way adults see you is not all you are.  That is Skins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Writing is hard. You have expectations to live up to and a lot of pressure. These writers that you now 'hate so much' have given you previous series that you've loved. They've made you feel so much emotion and care towards every character, which is one of the most important things in fictional media. But, not every thing will go the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; want it to go, and I think people seem to get too involved in it and forget that it &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; just fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But, do me a favour and don't stop watching it just because you didn't like the ending of this series. New writers, as well as a new cast, will be coming in next series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will be giving them both a good chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/4258914757599553262-982206420421671276?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/982206420421671276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-got-potential-this-day-its-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/982206420421671276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/982206420421671276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-got-potential-this-day-its-pregnant.html' title='It&apos;s got potential, this day. It&apos;s pregnant.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6314519342205936173</id><published>2010-03-16T22:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:45:23.228Z</updated><title type='text'>We're drinking! We're drinking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S6AH8VPpjRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q3G1xE0rIKo/s1600-h/3521506035_00f1bf0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S6AH8VPpjRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q3G1xE0rIKo/s320/3521506035_00f1bf0814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449364282194627858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think the Spongebob Ukulele is probably one of the best things I've ever purchased in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hattie and I can now have &lt;i&gt;UKULELE JAMMING SESSIONS&lt;/i&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But yeah. I've been playing that all evening. &amp;amp; I've been playing Diner Dash. I finished Edgeworth, so I had to settle for the next best thing. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was my mum's birthday today. We had cake and Chinese, which was wonderful. I haven't finished my cake yet though, so I will do that after I've wrote this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The weather's been nice these last few days. It was nice walking into town with my sunglasses on and only a cardigan to protect my arms from the slight breeze, and not shiver at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's officially spring on Saturday, so I hope the weather gets even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, Stephen comes down for a month on Sunday, and if the weather stays nice then it'll make his month-long visit even nicer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahh...things are good right now. I don't think any thing could ruin the smile that's been on my face for a long, long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*TOUCH WOOD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-6314519342205936173?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6314519342205936173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-drinking-were-drinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6314519342205936173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6314519342205936173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-drinking-were-drinking.html' title='We&apos;re drinking! We&apos;re drinking!'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S6AH8VPpjRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/q3G1xE0rIKo/s72-c/3521506035_00f1bf0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4112455445733699804</id><published>2010-03-12T18:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:38:30.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool for cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S5qJXQaFTPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z_ko4U1cng0/s1600-h/14797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S5qJXQaFTPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z_ko4U1cng0/s320/14797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447817731892399346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This game is taking over my life, and I love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-4112455445733699804?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4112455445733699804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-for-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4112455445733699804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4112455445733699804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/cool-for-cats.html' title='Cool for cats.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/S5qJXQaFTPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z_ko4U1cng0/s72-c/14797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6308743809635984609</id><published>2010-03-02T22:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:36:40.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Your words in my memory are like music to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This week is dance show week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So far, it's all right. The theme is "Life and Death", which is awesome. I'm just happy that mine and Abi's contempory piece got chosen for it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm only in three dances at the moment, but I'm really hoping I get into the Death Waltz tomorrow. Nickely said that she could imagine me in it and that it would suit me, so I'm hoping she will give me a chance! That's the only one I really want to be in. xD Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess we will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This week is going to be so stressful, but I'm proud that I didn't beat myself up for not getting into some dances. I refused to get annoyed about it, because what's the point? It's not going to change any thing and will just make me feel worse...so I was just like: "MEHHHH! Shit happens. :D" &amp;amp; was fineee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Should be good though. I'm looking forward to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's currently watching Most Haunted, lololol. I'm waiting for Stephen to get back from the pub and ring me... Students, eh? They complain they have no money for food, but then spend their lives in the pub!... ;) Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and I'm doing the Production course next year at college with Emma. :) I'm looking forward to it actually, and I really don't mind staying there for another year, because I'm not ready to get away... Plus, it'll give me so much more experience and I'll gain knowledge in back stage stuff too, so if I go to Uni or something and do something to do with theatre, I can show I have experience in both back stage stuff and performing stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;See? It's all planned out. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't feel as nervous about next year, now that I have a definite plan. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Things are good now... I just hope I see Stephen this weekend. I'll be a bit upset if I don't.... I haven't seen him in two weeks!... Fingers crossed any way. If I don't, I'll just have to get on with it and hope I see him the following week. :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. A lot... I'm all right though. I don't sit and cry each day or any thing, but some times it's difficult..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I have people. I'm not alone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Any way, I'm going to get a cuppa tea and carry on playing Miles Edgeworth. On the last case. ;D Exciting times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haha.. I'm so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Speak soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-6308743809635984609?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6308743809635984609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-words-in-my-memory-are-like-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6308743809635984609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6308743809635984609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-words-in-my-memory-are-like-music.html' title='Your words in my memory are like music to me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2533421887076129330</id><published>2010-02-24T12:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:03:46.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Be careful, it's delicate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm alive. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;More shit happened last Friday, but I really cba to sit and write about what happened... The main thing is, is that I'm not dead. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm currently sat in the comfort of my living room with my dad, trying to block out the sounds of the History Channel. This is quite easy because I'm listening to Kina Grannis' new CD that arrived in the post today. :) It's so gooooooood. You should all go and check it out. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm also just about to get a cuppa tea and my chocolate digestives that I bought yesterday after I went to the Orthordontist. Got a major craving....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We didn't have college today; nor yesterday..which is fine by me really as this gives me more time to play the new Ace Attorney game. ;D Omnomnom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You can tell that the small things in life please me, can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tea, chocolate digestives, DS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's like, my perfect afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; xD Bahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Any way.. just thought I'd inform you that I'm alive. :) I felt that I've been neglecting you a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've missed you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;...so sorry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Speak soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2533421887076129330?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2533421887076129330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-careful-its-delicate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2533421887076129330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2533421887076129330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-careful-its-delicate.html' title='Be careful, it&apos;s delicate.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1895514306690112366</id><published>2010-02-17T19:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:01:27.923Z</updated><title type='text'>My mouth is frozen so I can't even speak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, it's not a hernia, which is a good thing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically, on Monday night, I went to Minor Injuries at about 8:30pm. From where I'd been walking on it all day, it got to the point where I could hardly walk any more. Ross took me, which I thank him for. Got my lump examined, and the woman said it looked like a cyst which would need draining, so she told me to go to A&amp;amp;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUN TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, Ross picked my mum up and the three of went to the JR. Saw a woman who took down the details of what was wrong, and then waited another hour and a half or so until this doctor called my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He examined my lump and stuff and it turns out that one of my Lymph Glands are swollen. Apparently, I have an infection somewhere, but the doctors don't know what it is, because your Lymph Glands can swell when you have infections because they're trying to beat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I have some Antibiotics to try and get rid of the unknown infection, and if they don't help and I'm still in pain after I've finished the course of them, then I have to go back and have tests and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm in a lot of pain. I worked yesterday and today and have been just limping so much. It's horrible. Luckily, John gave me the day off tomorrow, which I'm thankful for, but I still have to work Friday and Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; also, I don't know if I can see Owl City on Friday because I'm working. :( Gagh. BAD TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I suppose I'm surviving. I just hope this infection isn't anything too serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just thought I'd let you know anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-1895514306690112366?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1895514306690112366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mouth-is-frozen-so-i-cant-even-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1895514306690112366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1895514306690112366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mouth-is-frozen-so-i-cant-even-speak.html' title='My mouth is frozen so I can&apos;t even speak.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-104780342918977996</id><published>2010-02-14T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:57:18.601Z</updated><title type='text'>She's human after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Right now, I'm too cold for my liking. I hate being cold. I'd prefer to be too hot. At least that way, I could probably move my fingers more because they wouldn't be so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I could put gloves on, but I only have mittens, so typing would be difficult. All you'd get would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"ERigfht nopwq,. \I'm, topop cxoiklds....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This weekend was Valentine's weekend, which has been lovely. Never celebrated a Valentine's in my life, so it was nice to do one. :) Stephen cooked me Salmon, jacket potato and vegetables, and pancakes, and apple crumble, and a bacon sandwich, and made me lots of tea. :) &amp;amp; got me an Electric blanket for my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I LOVE HIM. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's been a nice weekend. I am happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm seeing Drew tomorrow, finally, which I'm excited for! Hopefully I, nor Oxford, won't bore him to death.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The only other news to tell you is that I'm in extreme pain right now. Other than the fact that my neck and back ache like a bitch, because I probably slept on them weirdly, I think I have a Hernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;WOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically, on Thursday, I noticed a swollen lump by my groin (lol), and on the top of my inner thigh. I just assumed that it was a swollen gland of some sort and would go down and stop hurting very soon, as I have a swollen gland on my neck that's like.. permanently swollen, lol. But, now it hurts even more and is bigger. I asked my mum about it and showed her, and she says it might be a Hernia. I did some research and it sounds about right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, that's fun for me! Haha. Got to go to the doctors tomorrow to make an appointment, so I suppose we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll keep you informed of my groin-lump. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-104780342918977996?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/104780342918977996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-human-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/104780342918977996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/104780342918977996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-human-after-all.html' title='She&apos;s human after all.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4928703579472581448</id><published>2010-02-08T01:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:11:05.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Once there was the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just thought I'd let you all know that I finally just finished my log book. It's taken me so long...mainly because I'm lazy and have had no motivation to do it, but it's done now. Over. I don't have to worry about Cyrano de fucking Bergerac ever again. Thank fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This just reminds me of when it took me about 3928034958304986 years to do my Business Assignment last year, and I wrote a blog being like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I'VE DONE IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well..not in those words, but y'knowwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm happy. Most of my work is out of the way now. Done my log book. Done my filming. Done my monologues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh. It feels good to not have to worry any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just thought I'd let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe now I won't feel so shit all the time. No more stress, and that is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4928703579472581448?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4928703579472581448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-there-was-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4928703579472581448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4928703579472581448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-there-was-sun.html' title='Once there was the sun.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-364504576232517779</id><published>2010-02-01T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:17:03.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Living in dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to write about my day and my weekend and stuff like I used to, but I never feel like rambling on about random things any more. It's a shame really, because this weekend's been a good one. Including today. :) Even though today wasn't part of the weekend, but oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's been nice anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Since my last blog about my inconstant moods, I've had a good think and talks with Stephen about every thing. The only option is just to stay positive, and if I begin to feel like shit again, then I will try to remind myself of this positivity I promised myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So far, so good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sorry for my rubbish blogging, any way. I will try and change this once my stress levels about college work and the future aren't so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-364504576232517779?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/364504576232517779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/364504576232517779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/364504576232517779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-in-dreams.html' title='Living in dreams.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8321421554217772447</id><published>2010-01-26T23:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:29:23.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Get yourself dressed instead of running around and pulling on your threads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Things have been weird recently. I don't know how else to describe them other than 'weird'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;One moment, I'm laughing and smiling and feeling excited about things and feeling good about college and my work and etc etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But then suddenly, I'll find myself crying in my boyfriend's arms, not being able to explain any of the shit that is whizzing around in my head, mainly because I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't even understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Postive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm getting tired of these constant circles and these constant mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The moment I've climbed over one, I realise that there's another ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to be better. I want to be normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8321421554217772447?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8321421554217772447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-yourself-dressed-instead-of-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8321421554217772447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8321421554217772447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-yourself-dressed-instead-of-running.html' title='Get yourself dressed instead of running around and pulling on your threads.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1951988817813053568</id><published>2010-01-17T21:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:36:23.052Z</updated><title type='text'>So wait up; I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I started to write a blog last night at about 7:45pm. It was going to be a ranting blog about Stephen because he pissed me off, but I gave up on it when I walked through the door and he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I cannot be angry at him. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I do have the best boyfriend in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's probably the only person I can go out to get a Full English Breakfast with at 2pm and not feel like a twat, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love him. &amp;amp; I'm certain that I always will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyhappyhappy. x&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/4258914757599553262-1951988817813053568?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1951988817813053568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-wait-up-im-not-sleeping-alone-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1951988817813053568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1951988817813053568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-wait-up-im-not-sleeping-alone-again.html' title='So wait up; I&apos;m not sleeping alone again tonight.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6534790674783083753</id><published>2010-01-13T14:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:00:10.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold yourself like that; you'll hurt your knees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I'm ill. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Another cold. Wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;About two weeks ago, I had a cold, and about three weeks before that, I was ill. My immune system is suddenly shit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hope I don't have AIDS, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, college was shut today which I only just found out by going on the college website. I had the day off any way though, haha! It feels like such a waste knowing every one else got the day off too. I wouldn't feel like it was if I didn't have to day off any way. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It snowed last night, again, you see. But I didn't think it would snow enough for college to shut. I thought college shutting because of snow was long gone, but I suppose not!....and it's snowing now as I write this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This snow is never going to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I only like snow when it makes college shut, because I'm lazy. When college isn't shut and it stops me seeing my boyfriend, then I dislike it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, if this snow even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;TRIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; to stop Stephen coming down on Saturday, I will be so unhappy. I can't go another week without seeing him.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess we'll see though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-6534790674783083753?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6534790674783083753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-hold-yourself-like-that-youll-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6534790674783083753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6534790674783083753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-hold-yourself-like-that-youll-hurt.html' title='Don&apos;t hold yourself like that; you&apos;ll hurt your knees.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8300087847170392080</id><published>2010-01-12T18:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:12:14.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting two birds stoned at once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was just looking at the John Mason School website, and it infuriates the fuck out of me. I'm usually not one to judge websites or anything, but every thing on it is SO pretentious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;They class themselves as &lt;i&gt;"specialists in visual and performing arts"&lt;/i&gt;. I kind of understand the visual arts bit because they're art facilities are pretty good, but &lt;b&gt;PERFORMING ARTS?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Really?&lt;/i&gt; They're drama department is so, so shit. They're music department think they're better than they actually are. Always have. It drives me up the bend. &amp;amp; as far as I know, they don't even do dance. Not proper dance anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So..specialists in performing arts, my arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;On the first page, you have a giant picture of four, smiling kids that look like they're having &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"SO MUCH FUN DOING THEIR WORK"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...haha, yeah. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, they have a news bit on the front page, and on it they're like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yeah, look at our students. They came in despite the recent amount of snow. Here are the lame-arse pictures to prove it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE ALL HAD SO MUCH FUN! ISN'T OUR SCHOOL GREAT?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Um, no. Your school isn't. The only reason you had students in was because they had exams, and if they didn't attend, your school would get so fucked over by every one."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; what I hate the most on that website is the slide show that has 73 photos in to &lt;i&gt;"show off the school"&lt;/i&gt;...every picture angers me. Especially the one when there's about 8 kids surrounding the headteacher, looking like they're having a right old laugh and a good old chat. Who the fuck does that? No one likes they're headteacher. It's so fake, so what's the point in putting it up? Because that's not showing off the school. It's just showing that the school is filled with liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;98% of the pictures are just kids looking like they're having too much fun in their lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;No one likes school. No one likes work. No one likes lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;What also disappoints me is the fact that they don't even have the school curriculum on the website yet. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO READING IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bastards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway. That's my rant over. &amp;amp; I'm allowed to rant because I went to John Mason, so I've experienced how shit the school is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lololol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-8300087847170392080?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8300087847170392080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-two-birds-stoned-at-once.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8300087847170392080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8300087847170392080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-two-birds-stoned-at-once.html' title='Getting two birds stoned at once.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2227047791394788872</id><published>2010-01-08T22:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:56:21.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagine all the people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Seems college is open tomorrow. Goddamn it. I hope they decide in the morning that it's not. I just need one more day to do my work, and it will be fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh.. I shouldn't complain. I've had so long to do my work, but I'm just so lazy and unmotivated. I love college, but the written work just seems like so much effort to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Haha. I'm terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't go to Bristol in the end. So wasn't worth the risk. Well..actually...it probably would be, but it wouldn't be sensible. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I miss Stephen so much. I'm seeing him next weekend though, so that makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also! Drew's coming down on 15th of February for a visit! So that's something to put in my diary and to really look forward to. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't really know what kind of mood I'm in at the moment. I don't want college tomorrow. I want to sleep until 1:30pm, please. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Keep Formspring-ing me. :) I like answering all your questions, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bed time for me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2227047791394788872?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2227047791394788872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagine-all-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2227047791394788872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2227047791394788872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagine-all-people.html' title='Imagine all the people.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7164419168880237764</id><published>2010-01-05T17:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:57:12.629Z</updated><title type='text'>I could get used to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yo, dawgsss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's snowing atm, which is pretty awesome as that means that college might be shut tomorrow, which gives me an extra day to do my log book. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm really cold though, which isn't so good. I need more plugs in my room as I can't have my heater going and my laptop charging at the same time, as there isn't enough plugs. It's annoying. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This blog is mainly just a quick one to say that I just made a formspring, just for shits and giggles, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There should be a widget on you right... like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;----------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Over there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The URL to it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;http://formspring.me/ohaizoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So go and ask me whatever you want. :) Don't care what it is. It's just for funsies! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm now going to make a cup of tea to try and warm up now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;BYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-7164419168880237764?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7164419168880237764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-get-used-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7164419168880237764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7164419168880237764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-get-used-to-you.html' title='I could get used to you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8263015061396920580</id><published>2010-01-02T01:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:51:20.103Z</updated><title type='text'>You suddenly complete me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Happy new year, and all that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I should be in bed as I have work tomorrow, but this fucking cold that I have is keeping me awake, so I thought I would write on here to waste some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;New year's was okay. I went to Alex's, but because I was feeling so ill and tired, I wasn't really in the "party" mood. But, y'knowwwww. New year's doesn't really excite me very much, which is a shame really. It's just a reminder that you've got twelve months until Christmas and about six months until summer, which are obviously the best times of the year. Nothing good happens in January. Nor February for that matter. &lt;b&gt;(Apart from Pancake Day and if your birthday's in either of those months)&lt;/b&gt;. It's just cold and boring and every day feels like a Monday. The year only starts to feel good about...April time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, I should probably stop complaining. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going out for a meal tomorrow night with Stephen. I'm reeeeeally looking forward to it. It'll definitely be the best end to one of the best holiday's I've had in a reeeeeally long time. It's going to be all nice and romantic and I get to dress up and it'll just be the two of us and it will be fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's going back to Bristol on Sunday. Boo. :( &amp;amp; then it's time I think I actually started my Cyrano log book and other shit I need to do before I go back to college next Wednesday. Oops. I've been so lazy this Christmas. Bad Zoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bed time anyway, me thinks. I'm going to force a shit load of nasal spray up my nose and stick one of those nasal strips on my nose and look reeeeeally attractive. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and my brother's gotten me into Eastenders. Eeeeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-8263015061396920580?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8263015061396920580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suddenly-complete-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8263015061396920580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8263015061396920580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suddenly-complete-me.html' title='You suddenly complete me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-8160528789295441248</id><published>2009-12-27T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:28:11.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Love came down at Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, it was Christmas like...two days ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Christmas was pretty awesome this year. I got some nice stuff and Stephen also came round for about an hour or so. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My presents consisted of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; DVD player, purple trackies, purple cardigan, bras, Lindt santa, giant chocolate coin, 2010 diary, deodorant, face wipes, nail varnish, mascara, green eye liner, pyjamas, boot slippers and £20. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Ashley -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Weebl's Stuff calender. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From my Nan and Gramps -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; A Twining's gift set, consisting of a mug, Twinings hot chocolate and a mini hot water bottle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From my Uncle - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A compact mirror. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Ross -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Some mittens and a bracelet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Rory -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; An anchor necklace and a Spongebob poster. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Ruth - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gok Wan beauty gift set. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Stephen - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A clock necklace, a book called "Ugly Shy Girl" and a bag. :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From Stephen's parents -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; An Impulse gift bag and £15. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;All in all, it was good. :) I was quite lucky this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hope you all had an amazing Christmas and Boxing day. I spent yesterday evening with Stephen's family and looking at old photos of him, and then watching The Inbetweeners for about three hours. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's so nice to have him home. :) He's made my Christmas the best ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love being so in love with him.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jack's 18th party tonight. Gonna be &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-8160528789295441248?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8160528789295441248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-came-down-at-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8160528789295441248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/8160528789295441248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-came-down-at-christmas.html' title='Love came down at Christmas.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-498026114709532931</id><published>2009-12-21T18:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:20:58.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Love me, love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stephen's home for Christmas now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Usually, I go on about how I want time to fly by, but this time, I don't. I want these next two weeks to go as slowly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to savour them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Christmas is in four days. I am excited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-498026114709532931?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/498026114709532931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-me-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/498026114709532931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/498026114709532931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-me-love-me.html' title='Love me, love me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4576739122273206230</id><published>2009-12-17T20:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:40:45.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye waves and driveways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Right now, things are pretty fucked up. I could explain it, but I think it's safer if I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've never been in fear for my life before. Not knowing what could happen. All of these scenarios play in your mind, and each one gets worse and worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Right now, every second, minute, hour are precious. I'm not saying that 'I'm spending them as if they're my last', because I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Since last night, I've spent them just as I usually would; watching TV, playing DS, listening to music.. You know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;What else can I do? Bungee jump?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I suppose that I'm surviving. My family and I all are right now, I guess, but I fucking hope that it stays that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love you all. Don't forget that, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4576739122273206230?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4576739122273206230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-waves-and-driveways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4576739122273206230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4576739122273206230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-waves-and-driveways.html' title='Goodbye waves and driveways.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7500438750719223182</id><published>2009-12-16T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:48:35.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I basically just wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Writer's block has been with me for a while now, but I suppose it's just decided to leave me for a while to.... get a cup of tea or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I called out in to the heavy storm&lt;br /&gt;and I watched patiently&lt;br /&gt;for your silhouetted form&lt;br /&gt;to come home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I waited, and I waited,&lt;br /&gt;and I waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;But it took a while for your&lt;br /&gt;silhouetted form to&lt;br /&gt;find it’s way through the heavy storm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could wait a thousand days for you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a million more if I really had to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Distance isn’t an issue&lt;br /&gt;when I know that my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;have you,&lt;br /&gt;and that you are my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, please...&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and come home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7500438750719223182?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7500438750719223182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7500438750719223182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7500438750719223182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-3820989677100126892</id><published>2009-12-15T15:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:04:59.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was the last day of college today, which is wicked as now I get lots of lay-ins. Apart from on Saturdays, of course, as I have work. &amp;amp; on the four extra days I said I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahh. Sometimes I think I'm crazy doing extra days at work, but then I think of all of the money I will get. ;D Yay for moneyz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I saw Stephen yesterday, which was fucking amazing. He came down on Sunday night and left this morning, for personal reasons that I don't think I should start spouting here on my blog. But anyway, he came round yesterday and we had fun times just listening to music, watching Russell Howard and just being our usual selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's coming down for Christmas in six days, and I can't fucking wait. Christmas with him is going to be amazing. The best Christmas yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've still got a bit of Christmas shopping to do. I got most of it done on Sunday, bar a few things, but I can get them in the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jamie's coming home on Thursday too, which is awesome. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good mood at the moment, apart from the fact that my arm aches because of my jab. Having dead cancer shoved into your arm isn't my idea of 'fun'... but oh well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just felt like I should write something, as I haven't in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hope you're all feeling as Christmassy as I am right now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Write soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-3820989677100126892?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3820989677100126892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3820989677100126892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/3820989677100126892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4030733004697239727</id><published>2009-12-05T15:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:34:45.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch the breeze and the winter chills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You do crazy things when you're in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;3&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/4258914757599553262-4030733004697239727?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4030733004697239727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/catch-breeze-and-winter-chills.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4030733004697239727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4030733004697239727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/catch-breeze-and-winter-chills.html' title='Catch the breeze and the winter chills.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4445433991047702314</id><published>2009-12-02T21:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:53:09.795Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been hiding from your compass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm feeling a lot better than I have been these last few days. Sunday night, Monday and yesterday were pure hell. But today, I woke up and I wasn't tired, and I managed to go through the day without feeling like I was going to pass out from lack of sleep. Also, my appetite is back and I can stomach more than just cherry tomatoes and nectarines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've eaten three punnets of cherry tomatoes in two days. One yesterday and two today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am a cherry tomato-eating machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Saying all this, my throat still feels like it's made out of sandpaper, and breathing through my nose is difficult. I can deal with that though. I can't deal with no appetite and no sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, we went to London to this Theatre Craft thing. We went to it last year, but didn't really take much notice of the important stuff, and only about the free pens and mouse mats. This year, we thought it would be more relevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In my honest opinion, it wasn't. There were no stalls at all really, and my workshops were meh. It was a shame really. I thought going might give me a better idea about what I might like to do, but it didn't at all, because there wasn't anything there!&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, get a free pen, chocolate coin, a keyring with a bottle opener on and two triangle highlighters, so I suppose it wasn't all bad. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tomorrow is Cyrano rehearsals. Blah blah blah. I'm so glad it'll be over in a week and a day, and I know I'm definitely not the only one. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and to finish this blog; If I see another advert for Band Hero with Taylor fucking Swift on it, singing that shitty song, I will have probably have to throw my TV out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; that goes the same for the Go Compare advert, which I luckily haven't seen in a while, but it wouldn't surprise me if that singing douchefag invades my TV screen again... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4445433991047702314?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4445433991047702314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-hiding-from-your-compass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4445433991047702314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4445433991047702314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-hiding-from-your-compass.html' title='I&apos;ve been hiding from your compass.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-756554436695213127</id><published>2009-11-30T15:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:59:13.084Z</updated><title type='text'>You only exist when I want you to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't go into college today. I have a horrendous cold and I didn't get any sleep at all last night because of it. I climbed out of bed at 6:30am as I got pretty annoyed with just laying in bed, fidgeting and checking the time every five minutes. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa and woke up at 8:45am and thought there was no way I was going to survive a day of Cyrano rehearsals. I can hardly stay awake during it anyway, even with loads of sleep, let alone without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sure I haven't missed much. It's not like I'm a main part in Cyrano. I know all my lines and I know what I'm doing. Plus, I have another two rehearsal days this week, so I'm sure I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've slept basically all day and just had a nice bath. Thought that might help a bit. I'm still shattered though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm not going to let this cold and lack of sleep ruin my mood though! It's the first of December tomorrow, which means it's officially Christmas time. Also, it's the first day of advent, which also means it's time to open the first window of the advent calender. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This year, I have a Lindt chocolate one. My mum thought she's treat my brother's and I to one. Fucking expensive, but worth it, I'm sure. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's time for me to get a cuppa tea, dose up on cold &amp;amp; flu tablets and watch endless amounts of Spongebob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-756554436695213127?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/756554436695213127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-only-exist-when-i-want-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/756554436695213127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/756554436695213127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-only-exist-when-i-want-you-to.html' title='You only exist when I want you to.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4885677515780441094</id><published>2009-11-29T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:04:27.675Z</updated><title type='text'>Mavis told the truth. I'm the one for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just a few fun things lined up for the next couple of weeks or so:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Putting up the Christmas tree next Saturday. We never put it up this early, but this year's different. This makes me happy. :) I love putting up the Christmas tree, and now it's definitely going to feel like Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Seeing Stephen next Sunday. I'm SO excited. It's nice to know that this time next week, we will be having nice cuddles whilst probably watching Top Gear and drinking tea. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Cyrano's nearly over. That's always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;London trip on Wednesday. Free pens! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; End of college on the 15th. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Bristol from the 15th - 18th. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can't wait. This Christmas holiday is going to be amazing. In fact, pretty much all of December is going to be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; on the 4th of December, it will have been exactly a year since my first blog. Wows. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is also my 150th post. Wows x2. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lots of things to look forward to! I hope you all have good plans like I do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4885677515780441094?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4885677515780441094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/mavis-told-truth-im-one-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4885677515780441094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4885677515780441094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/mavis-told-truth-im-one-for-you.html' title='Mavis told the truth. I&apos;m the one for you.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6747171189424728673</id><published>2009-11-25T23:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:31:33.540Z</updated><title type='text'>The district sleeps alone tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've just spent the last four hours playing Sims 2. I made many snowmen and got three promotions and had a kid. Life is good in Sim land, especially because I got to make snowmen. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;No college today, which was good because I needed sleep. I slept from about 1am - 11:30pm. &amp;amp; before that, I had a nap from 8pm - 10:30pm, so I had lots of sleep. I don't think I've properly caught up yet though. I'm still pretty sleepy... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have lots of dance tomorrow. I haven't decided whether that's a good thing or a bad thing yet. It's a good thing, because our group need lots more lessons to do our contemporary dance, but it's a bad thing because I'm lazy and I can't really be bothered. But oh well! It's got to be done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also found out today that I have to be at work at 9am on Saturday for fire training. Blahhh. I hope I get paid for this extra hour at work, because I won't be happy if I have to get up stupidly early and not get paid for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least, I'm seeing Stephen in eleven days. :):) This makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; happy, considering I didn't think I'd be seeing him until the 21st December. &amp;amp; what's even better is that I don't have to go and get a train as he's coming to see me. ;D Makes life much easier for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But that one night I get to spend with him will keep me going. It will keep us both going really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm watching Lizzie McGuire. I am cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;NIGHT. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-6747171189424728673?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6747171189424728673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/district-sleeps-alone-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6747171189424728673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6747171189424728673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/district-sleeps-alone-tonight.html' title='The district sleeps alone tonight.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7903487585483230868</id><published>2009-11-20T18:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:10:03.903Z</updated><title type='text'>One, two, three, four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am currently in London in the Apple Store. It's quite surreal writing a blog stood up, while I'm surrounded by so many people. I'm with Rory, Ruth and Ross. Rory's on a giant Mac about a metre away from me. Ruth is playing Cooking Mama on an iPod touch just behind me, and Ross is stood with Rory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We're in London to see Avenue Q. This was my surprise birthday present that they've been planning for about five months. xD I love them all. It was worth the wait. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We just thought we would kill some time in here. It's pretty wonderful. Apple have some amazing things. I wish I was rich enough to buy the MacBook that I'm on. Apparently, the pricing for it starts at £799. I thought 'hey, that's not that bad', and then I realised the would 'starting'. I suppose that means, if you want a relatively good one, you'd have to pay at lease £1500. xD Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm in a good mood really. This week's been a bit meh, but today's been really good. &amp;amp; even though I know I won't be seeing Stephen for about a month now, due to him having to work on Panto, I'm good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going to finish this now. I just wanted to say hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ross also says hi. :) He's moved from being next to Rory and is now stood with me. Same with Ruth. She's also stood next to me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:) Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-7903487585483230868?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7903487585483230868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-two-three-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7903487585483230868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7903487585483230868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-two-three-four.html' title='One, two, three, four.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-2139149184649685302</id><published>2009-11-16T23:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:27:47.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Poor baby, all alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today didn't go as well as I first thought. It started off well. I ended up waking up at 7:30am and didn't feel tired. I actually got up and made a cuppa tea and breakfast before getting ready. It's nice not having to rush... I don't see that ending up becoming a regular thing though, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Got to college. Judy ended up going crazy because we weren't IN the theatre in our costumes at exactly 9:30am. Then we just did run-throughs of the show all day. It wasn't amazing. No one was happy with any of the performances really.. I'm just hoping that Wednesday and Thursday's shows go okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stephen also text me to tell me that he can't ring me any more, because he's run up a £90 phone bill. £60 of that was ringing me. Oops. :( I can't ring him either, because I'm not on contract and I'd have to end up getting credit every week, which I just can't afford, and he doesn't have a landline that works. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We've decided that Skype is the way forward, but God knows when we'll be able to use it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm just hoping it works out really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm not seeing him this weekend either. He has a get-out on Saturday, so he won't have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This weekend was fun with him though. :) I must admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and to top it all off, my brace wire and spring has already come out, and I only had them re-wired and tightened for a week. Braces will end up being the death of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh. I'm sorry. I've been complaining so much recently. I thought this week was going to be quite good, but I'm not quite sure about that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have a cuppa tea and I'm just about to watch Family Guy, and then it's bed time, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I promise I will try and smile, and I promise that my next blog won't be so....moany. We all need to rant every so often though, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-2139149184649685302?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2139149184649685302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/poor-baby-all-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2139149184649685302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/2139149184649685302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/poor-baby-all-alone.html' title='Poor baby, all alone.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1045920870839649095</id><published>2009-11-15T22:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:20:56.350Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be alone tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Recently, it's been difficult. I've spent a lot of time trying to figure out who the hell I am and who the hell I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; to be. There's been so much pressure about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"thinking and knowing what you want to do next year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, and all I keep thinking is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Y'know what? Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck stressing.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck deciding.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly and truly don't care.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I look at the majority of my fellow ND2s and I envy them. Not in a malicious way, but because they know what they want and they put their mind on it and just go for it! They have the drive and the ambition and the motivation to just take a risk and do what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I was like that. I wish I knew what I wanted and wasn't as petrified as I am. I suppose I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid to just put myself out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; in all honesty, I don't know what I want to do right now. For me, this is do or die. I don't want to waste it on something my heart isn't completely set on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Next year isn't my year to go off and start fresh like most other people. Next year is about finding out who the fuck I am, because I honestly don't know right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But let's put it this way...&lt;br /&gt;TV and DS and fun times with friends and weekends with Stephen and drinking tea and family time in Abingdon seem so much more important. They are the things that make me happy, and the future just makes me stressed and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Which one do you think I'm going to choose?&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/4258914757599553262-1045920870839649095?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1045920870839649095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-be-alone-tonight.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1045920870839649095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1045920870839649095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-be-alone-tonight.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be alone tonight.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4025347448276306217</id><published>2009-11-09T23:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:06:12.691Z</updated><title type='text'>You have forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/Svif663INkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ksk7xSPEf84/s1600-h/tumblr_ksnyz7ASq31qzw0uno1_500.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/Svif663INkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ksk7xSPEf84/s320/tumblr_ksnyz7ASq31qzw0uno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243587612620354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you, Wordboner. You have made my night.&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/4258914757599553262-4025347448276306217?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4025347448276306217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-have-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4025347448276306217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4025347448276306217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-have-forever.html' title='You have forever.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/Svif663INkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ksk7xSPEf84/s72-c/tumblr_ksnyz7ASq31qzw0uno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-9167005106404465389</id><published>2009-11-09T21:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:56:49.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Blood bank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I met you at the blood bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;We were looking at the bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Wondering if any of the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;matched any of the names we knew on the tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said: "See look, that's yours;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stacked on top with your brother's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how they resemble one another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even in their plastic little covers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I said "I know it well..""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Blood Bank by Bon Iver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4258914757599553262-9167005106404465389?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/9167005106404465389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/blood-bank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/9167005106404465389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/9167005106404465389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/blood-bank.html' title='Blood bank.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-6397099321149807436</id><published>2009-11-01T23:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:20:39.755Z</updated><title type='text'>You might be just what I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are my sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My only sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You make me happy when skies are grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You'll never know, dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love him so much. :)&lt;/b&gt;&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/4258914757599553262-6397099321149807436?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6397099321149807436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-might-be-just-what-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6397099321149807436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/6397099321149807436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-might-be-just-what-i-need.html' title='You might be just what I need.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4261040034790041289</id><published>2009-10-26T19:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:09:04.920Z</updated><title type='text'>I could feel my eyes turning into dust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I decided that I should probably write a proper blog. I don't have too much to say really, but it's been a while and I don't want you to think that I'm dead or something. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's half term now. I'm working most of it though, but that's not too bad as it gives me something to do, and I get loads of MONEYZZZZ. I need a haircut, so that moneyz will go towards that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Things are okay at the moment really. I have a lot of college work to do that I keep putting off, which isn't good really because the more I put it off, the more fucked I'm going to be... But that still isn't giving me the motivation to start. Oops. :/ Ah well. Cyrano de Bergerac is going to have to wait. I've been playing Scribblenauts and Gardening Mama so much recently, and that seems so much more important... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't get to see Stephen this weekend, which was pretty lame. It's the longest I've gone without seeing him so far, but I'm doing okay. xD I miss him though. I can't wait to see him again... &amp;amp; that will hopefully be this weekend. Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I spent my weekend with Ross mainly, which was nice as I haven't in a while. :) So it was good really. :) &amp;amp; then we went to Jamz's last night, which was fun. Jamz has lovely dogs and we watched X-Factor and stuff. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was a nice weekend overall. Better than I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't really have much to say. Nothing interesting has really happened. Just work and college and the future and Stephen and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The usual. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Things are okay. Things are on my mind that make some days difficult, but I try and smile, and it's getting easier. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll talk to you soon. I'm sorry I'm rubbish at blogging these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4261040034790041289?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4261040034790041289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-could-feel-my-eyes-turning-into-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4261040034790041289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4261040034790041289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-could-feel-my-eyes-turning-into-dust.html' title='I could feel my eyes turning into dust.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7663206565356632675</id><published>2009-10-19T23:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:20:13.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schnappi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My brother showed me this ages ago, and I forgot how amazingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cute and catchy it is.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe3FG4EOgyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe3FG4EOgyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258914757599553262-7663206565356632675?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7663206565356632675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/schnappi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7663206565356632675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7663206565356632675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/schnappi.html' title='Schnappi.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7558410101584428020</id><published>2009-10-15T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:51:04.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please know that I'm yours to keep, my beautiful girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are my favourite person in the world, and you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm incredibly lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You deserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; much happiness in your life, and I'm glad that I'm the one who gives you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love you. So much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; to prove this, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; remember the difference between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'blackmail'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'bribery'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&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/4258914757599553262-7558410101584428020?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7558410101584428020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-know-that-im-yours-to-keep-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7558410101584428020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7558410101584428020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-know-that-im-yours-to-keep-my.html' title='Please know that I&apos;m yours to keep, my beautiful girl.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-7584839009079648887</id><published>2009-10-14T21:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:52:25.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day. Now I'll be okay now that you're not away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today has been one of those days where all I've needed is Stephen, and it's been annoying me that I can't have him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not until Saturday night anyway, but that's too far away. I'm a very impatient person when it comes to things like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; mood.&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/4258914757599553262-7584839009079648887?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7584839009079648887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-beautiful-day-now-ill-be-okay-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7584839009079648887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/7584839009079648887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-beautiful-day-now-ill-be-okay-now.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day. Now I&apos;ll be okay now that you&apos;re not away.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-1366475409611439603</id><published>2009-10-12T17:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:52:33.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life is built on accidents, like meeting me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today is Monday, which means that it's the beginning of a long, ordinary week... Monday's basically over now though and it all went pretty quickly, so I'm hoping that tomorrow and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday all go pretty quickly too. I know I shouldn't waste my time away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;but I live for the weekends these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today was okay though. Nothing much to complain about. I had singing in the morning and then a huge break where I ate food and went home and had a big cuppa tea and watched TV until 12:30pm, where I went back to college for the Monday concert thingy... &amp;amp; then I had tutorial, where I had to figure out what to do for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;, basically...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't like this whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'University / Drama School'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; thing. I don't like thinking about it at all, and I absolutely hate talking about it to other people. I see others and they have their plans. They know what they want to do and they know that they can do it... but I don't have the drive that most other people do. I wish I did, but I don't. I kind of know what I want to do but I feel like I don't have the confidence to even try? I dunno... It's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is probably the main reason I shouldn't waste my time away. I'm always complaining how I don't want to grow up and how I don't want to do anything and how I just want to stay where I am forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm just one big hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahh well... I have a couple of places in mind that look okay. I need to start my personal statement, but that confuses me at the moment. I'm going to get Stephen to help me, considering he's already done one himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh. Oh life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The weekend was nice. :) I had work, which is pretty fun. It was my third time working at Snakes and Ladders, and I'm already doing parties by myself! FUN. :) I basically have to set up each party in the designated room to how the people want it. I then have to greet the children and parents attending the party, and then host it, and then clean up afterwards. I had four on Saturday. It was so tiring... But one of the parents gave me £5 tip for helping! So I'm not complaining. ;D It's fun. I like my job. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stephen then came round. We ate Dominoes and watched Spongebob and other random TV. I love his company. We had some fun times. :) Then on Sunday, we ate the left-over pizza and watched more random TV and then went to his house (in Marcham) for a Sunday roast cooked by his parents. It was nice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then I saw Enter Shikari with Ross. They were amazing, just as I expected. But some of the people there were bellends and were rude, but that was also expected.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm tired though, and have a huge headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want snuggles from Stephen and I want to know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I just want everything to be sorted, pleeease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's tea time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-1366475409611439603?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1366475409611439603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-life-is-built-on-accidents-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1366475409611439603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/1366475409611439603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-life-is-built-on-accidents-like.html' title='Your life is built on accidents, like meeting me.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-4119293418102848384</id><published>2009-10-07T13:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:56:51.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't think you could pull a stunt like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;These blogs are becoming less and less regular. I am a fail at blogging now. :( I apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am currently in bed reading The Cagebirds by David Campton. It's the play that my modern monologue for college is from. It's pretty good actually. A lot more interesting than I thought it was going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nothing is on TV at the moment either. What ever happened to good day time TV? Even the kids channels have shit all on at the moment. I want Spongebob!... Sigh. Jeremy Kyle will have to do, lol. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have the day o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;ff college today, if you were wondering. It's good really, because I'm extremely ill right now and had the worst nights sleep I've had in a long time last night, because of it. My throat and head are killing me and my nose is all stuffed up. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I blame Stephen. It's all his fault that I have it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/SsyOHRzLikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tWNFBHAKHOc/s200/warhorse-415x324.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389839109743938114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went to go and see War Horse yesterday with college. We went around Covent Garden first and looked around all the shops and watched random street performers beforehand. It was a nice little outing. :) Haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;War Horse was amazing though. I'd definitely go and see it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's the kind of play I would love to be involved in. Sometimes I lose my motivation of this whole 'business' that I seem to have got myself caught up in, but seeing plays like that makes me think: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Yes, this is exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;MEH. I guess we will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going to carry on reading that play now. &amp;amp; then I think a good nap is in order. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I will write soon, but I don't know when 'soon' is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, and check out the song 'Blood Money' by Luke Pickett. It's pretty awesome and I'm currently obsessed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-4119293418102848384?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4119293418102848384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-think-you-could-pull-stunt-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4119293418102848384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/4119293418102848384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-think-you-could-pull-stunt-like.html' title='I didn&apos;t think you could pull a stunt like that.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zy_DjHQqf30/SsyOHRzLikI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tWNFBHAKHOc/s72-c/warhorse-415x324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258914757599553262.post-449718063372628949</id><published>2009-09-30T20:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:30:54.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how we fall into silence from the sky, and whisper some silver reply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's been a while and I apologise for that. I just haven't really felt like rambling on about my days recently because I just find them quite boring, haha. I just thought I would write anyway to let you know that I am still alive and that I haven't forgotten about you. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;All I've been doing recently is college, college, college, college and college. I'm not complaining really, because I like college really. I still haven't properly gotten into it yet, but I'm sure I will very soon. I'm hoping I do anyway... I'm enjoying this week a lot more than last week, which is gooooood. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, I saw Stephen at the weekend, which was lovely. :) Last week was hell without him, and I was so happy at the weekend. He brightened my week up really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This week isn't too bad. It's going quickly because I'm trying not to think about the fact that he's not here, and more about the fact that I'm going to see him in three days and things will be great. :) I need to be happy, for the sake of our relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My brother's visiting this week, which is also awesome. I think he's dying my hair for me at some point before he goes back. xD He asked if I wanted it dyed and I was like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Yeah, cool beans. :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll probably just go brown. It's Autumn now so it'll suit that very well. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't really have much to say. I'm pretty bored / boring at the moment. I'm listening to Brand New's new album, which is fucking amazing. I would put the TV on but I can't be bothered to get up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sigh. Life's so difficult. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway. Yes, I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes, I haven't forgotten about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I am doing okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it stays that way for a long, long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart, Zoe. x&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/4258914757599553262-449718063372628949?l=zoeface-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/feeds/449718063372628949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-how-we-fall-into-silence-from-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/449718063372628949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258914757599553262/posts/default/449718063372628949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeface-x.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-how-we-fall-into-silence-from-sky.html' title='Oh, how we fall into silence from the sky, and whisper some silver reply.'/><author><name>Zoe Cox.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712908184047422280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAttmlufAO8/Tc1sYE8EkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2X8nsZvv4KI/s220/IMG00380-20110503-1804.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
