<?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-11877560</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:18.418Z</updated><title type='text'>The Hotel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-117572326704413833</id><published>2007-04-04T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:47:47.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Dear. God. *morbidly embarrssed*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am having trouble believing just how long it's been since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just under a year, of something like that. A very very long time, at any rate. And it isn't een like I've forgotten to blog; oh no, not forgotten. Just plain laziness, which I have no excuse for except that I'm an absolute bonehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just to let everyone know about what's changed; I am now a Y10 GCSE student, studying History, Latin, Art, and short courses in RE and ICT on top of the required English, Maths and Science. (By the way, this is scary :( ). I have lost another family member to University, and have to live with just my mom at home - which can get pretty hairy. Other than that, nothing much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Ok, so that may be a slight under-exaggeration. Of course things have changed a lot, that's what growing up and moving on into the vast future is. It all just seems to be simply a progression of what was there before into new yet tried-and-tested aggravations. Apart from the really cool stuff, o' course! :D wii xbox 360 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. That was then and this is now, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikuze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/11877560-117572326704413833?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/117572326704413833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=117572326704413833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/117572326704413833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/117572326704413833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-dear-god-morbidly-embarrssed.html' title='Oh. Dear. God. *morbidly embarrssed*'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-114830031764805338</id><published>2006-05-22T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:18:37.673Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad I'm not a technophobe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Contemplative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Money Changes Everything, &lt;em&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is so steeped in technology, I fear I may self-destruct if it's taken away. Seriously. I've just realised I have about 6 e-mail accounts (which is plain insanity, but useful), and am/will be relied on to be an uploader. I listen to my 5GB mp3 player on an almost all-the-time basis. My brain melts if my laptop breaks in any way, shape or form. It's...bizarre. The lives of my 'idols' have become my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird.&lt;/em&gt; Just... plain &lt;em&gt;weird. &lt;/em&gt;In a good way though. ^.^&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/11877560-114830031764805338?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/114830031764805338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=114830031764805338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/114830031764805338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/114830031764805338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-glad-im-not-technophobe.html' title='I&apos;m so glad I&apos;m not a technophobe!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-114521219923411086</id><published>2006-04-16T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:29:59.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates in segments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: Bloated&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Save Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick and painless update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Nothing has changed whatsover. (I live a boring, boring life, people.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lengthy and probably unecessary update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I got new books (yay!), a new laptop (double yay!), and have generally lived a generally materiallistic life. Joy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today update:&lt;/span&gt; I hate my nan's visits - yes, she brought more of the precious chocolate with her, but she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; boring! You know, that horrible old people boring when they fall asleep at the drop of a hat! I haven't had a decent night's sleep in about a week, and you don't see me putting me head down! Grrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: *plays whack-a-mole with her head* Must&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; - update&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; - regularly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11877560-114521219923411086?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/114521219923411086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=114521219923411086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/114521219923411086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/114521219923411086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2006/04/updates-in-segments.html' title='Updates in segments'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-113192105097469889</id><published>2005-11-13T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:30:50.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Re-reading everything I ever read is hard work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: Buzzed&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Duel of the Fates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/laur/1038585119_topUnicorn.jpg" alt="Unicorn Banner" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a unicorn. You're very pure and innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Almost everyone loves you and you love almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;everyone. You may be naive to the point of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;gullibility. You're pretty much incapable of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;violence, the exception being when someone you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;love is threatened. While your intentions are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;nothing but good, some might call you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"straight-edger." Your alignment is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;EXTREMELY *good*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://quizilla.com/users/laur/quizzes/What%20mythical%20beast%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What mythical beast are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;^.^ - Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-113192105097469889?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/113192105097469889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=113192105097469889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/113192105097469889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/113192105097469889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/11/re-reading-everything-i-ever-read-is.html' title='Re-reading everything I ever read is hard work'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-113079696404683270</id><published>2005-10-31T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:16:22.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween! Whooo-ooooh!! ...nah, it's cheesy and overused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: So so sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Yawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So tired. So so tired. Being awake for 18 hours is not smart. Ugh. Do English projects at half-term, do English projects at half-term...&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/11877560-113079696404683270?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/113079696404683270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=113079696404683270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/113079696404683270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/113079696404683270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-whooo-ooooh-nah-its-cheesy.html' title='Halloween! Whooo-ooooh!! ...nah, it&apos;s cheesy and overused'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112955075545858199</id><published>2005-10-17T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:06:26.096Z</updated><title type='text'>What the hell? (Direct quotation, I tell you!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: I'm feeling hot hot hot! (plus pain pain pain! ooowwwwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: What sort of sounds does a busy IT room make? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apolegies, apolegies, all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH! Go me, for some random reason. Oh wait, I know why: I got an A*1 for my art half-term grade! Woohoo! ^.^ Yes, that is the only grade that I care about, cause Art is the best subject &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. Period. Full-stop. No buts about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-112955075545858199?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112955075545858199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112955075545858199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112955075545858199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112955075545858199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-hell-direct-quotation-i-tell-you.html' title='What the hell? (Direct quotation, I tell you!)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112767693824665391</id><published>2005-09-25T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:35:38.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Lather, rinse and repeat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood: Evil -mwuahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Winds Nocturne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, I tell you!!! SUUUUCCCCCKKKKKSSSSSS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-112767693824665391?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112767693824665391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112767693824665391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112767693824665391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112767693824665391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/09/lather-rinse-and-repeat.html' title='Lather, rinse and repeat!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112681860648163917</id><published>2005-09-15T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:10:06.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Schools back for autumn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Aboard the Little Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bored, homework, homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do I have to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.....yes. Year 9 sucks.&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/11877560-112681860648163917?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112681860648163917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112681860648163917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112681860648163917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112681860648163917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/09/schools-back-for-autumn.html' title='Schools back for autumn!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112552602365394600</id><published>2005-08-31T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:07:03.663Z</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't trying to lie, really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Black or White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How is it that on all my recent posts I have been apologising almost constantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(That was a rhetorical question, since I already know the answer!) I'm sorry, again. But I went to Scotland, which was midly enjoying. Apart from that, life's been pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bye!&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/11877560-112552602365394600?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112552602365394600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112552602365394600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112552602365394600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112552602365394600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wasnt-trying-to-lie-really.html' title='I wasn&apos;t trying to lie, really!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112360426054445808</id><published>2005-08-09T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:17:40.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Post post post....postie postie post! ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Sealed Spirit (from Panzer Dragoon Saga OST)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Gleeful!&lt;br /&gt;San Andreas is fun! Except for when people randomly ram into you when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally &lt;/span&gt;bash there car/van/truck/vehicle thingie. Poo-poo. And when I can get my hands on it (stupid brother who deserves a very painful death). So, that is my recent excuse for not updating! Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Art critics, more stuff has been uploaded on my DA profile. (you can find the link on that bar to the right!) And bye-byieeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&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/11877560-112360426054445808?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112360426054445808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112360426054445808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112360426054445808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112360426054445808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-post-postpostie-postie-post.html' title='Post post post....postie postie post! ^.^'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112290705615319345</id><published>2005-08-01T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:52:07.250Z</updated><title type='text'>I LIVEEEEEE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: Apolegetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: What I'm Made Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looks like that solemn vow went down the pan, didn't it? Heh, sorry and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;please don't kill me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm sorry!!! Really! I'll try better, and now that we're in the holidays, I should update more, okies? Okies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, who has finished Half-Blood Prince? I have, and as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*SPOILER ALERT!! AVERT YOUR EYES IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Snape is so dead! If he wasn't a fictional character I think that he probably would have been killed a million times over by now. Just can't believe that he killed Dumbledore, that slimy son of a b***h!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*SPOILER END*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel better now. So, holidays rock, Snape sucks, and I'll see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watch this space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS: Please check up on my story at Fictionpress.com  because I need your help! More details there.&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/11877560-112290705615319345?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112290705615319345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112290705615319345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112290705615319345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112290705615319345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-liveeeeee.html' title='I LIVEEEEEE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-112163300046358082</id><published>2005-07-17T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:55:49.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead? What do you mean 'dead'? &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: Persiverly cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of you may be wondering where I have been for the last month or 2. The reasons for this are a culmination of factors. A-I am lazy. B-I have been busy at school and so. C-Sadly, my dad died on the 2nd July. So, I've been making with the sad and so on, and the funeral's gonna be next Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on, (it's a gloomy topic and me wanni-no-talki) I have made a solemn vow to update at least once a week. It's not gonna happen, obviously(!), but I can try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/11877560-112163300046358082?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/112163300046358082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=112163300046358082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112163300046358082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/112163300046358082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-what-do-you-mean-dead.html' title='Dead? What do you mean &apos;dead&apos;? &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111981673429542350</id><published>2005-06-26T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:12:14.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Smudging is a fun way to colour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2551/981/1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2551/981/320/dragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at the pretty dragon! Isn't she pretty? ^.^ I'm so proud of her! Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; drew her. What, you're surprised? HEY!!!&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/11877560-111981673429542350?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111981673429542350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111981673429542350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111981673429542350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111981673429542350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/06/smudging-is-fun-way-to-colour.html' title='Smudging is a fun way to colour!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111883593553275017</id><published>2005-06-15T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:46:15.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Homework overload...brain...frazzled...@.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: The rambling chatter of an I.T room&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Frazzled&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Ugh ugh. I have a art project to do that was due in last week, a geography project (that I have luckily got an extension for) in tomorrow, an I.T project due in on Friday and french homework due in next period (I'm currently posting in lunchtime!). In between all of this, I somehow have to find time to resonably pass my theory exam on Saturday and practice my oboe for my exam on Friday 8th July.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote an entire paragraph on what I have on my to-do list. My brain can't handle all of this at once! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :p Pass the painkillers please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111883593553275017?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111883593553275017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111883593553275017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111883593553275017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111883593553275017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/06/homework-overloadbrainfrazzled.html' title='Homework overload...brain...frazzled...@.@'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111650368825906208</id><published>2005-06-09T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:06:04.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Updating? What is this foreign concept?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My boring history teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despairing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ehh... I'm not good. I'm so so bad. First, I haven't posted for over like three weeks, which is bad, secondly, I have forgotten to buy one of my best friends a present for her birthday, which was almost a month ago. And third, but perhaps the most grevious of all is...I haven't seen HHGttG. I'm so awful. *sniff* Maybe I'll just throw myself off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really, of course! I won't kill myself just cause I've forgotten a few appointments! Or will I? @.@ No, really I won't. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I have poker chips!! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111650368825906208?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111650368825906208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111650368825906208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111650368825906208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111650368825906208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/06/updating-what-is-this-foreign-concept.html' title='Updating? What is this foreign concept?!?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111533041991201519</id><published>2005-05-05T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:00:19.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Can a drama-lover do a swapsies with me? HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening to: If I Never Knew You&lt;br /&gt;Mood: utter, utter despair&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I have like 50 lines to memorize for tomorrow and I have only done about 7. I am so in deep shit!!! Ugh! Mommy, save me from the Shakespearian English! (It's the Trial scene from The Merchant of Venice and I'm playing the Duke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111533041991201519?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111533041991201519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111533041991201519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111533041991201519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111533041991201519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-drama-lover-do-swapsies-with-me.html' title='Can a drama-lover do a swapsies with me? HELP!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111522562837027442</id><published>2005-05-04T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:53:48.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Solderballs are so cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Too Lost in You (movie version which is like 9:00 minutes long!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had Electronics today (with all the soldering and stuff!) which was fun. The teacher was out of the room for 1/2 the lesson so we could muck about, that being lots of fun. Not much to write about today, everything has been kinda standard, you know?  OK, I'm going to write story now. Bye bye!&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/11877560-111522562837027442?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111522562837027442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111522562837027442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111522562837027442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111522562837027442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/05/solderballs-are-so-cool.html' title='Solderballs are so cool!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111513885641637064</id><published>2005-05-03T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:47:36.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks. Period. (sorry about not updating!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: In shock&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: View from Heaven (by Yellowcard)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my computer is now officially fixed and not broken and blogging is no technical problem. The difficulty is organic, yellow, and is about 3 inches taller than me. It's my dad. You know the whole lung cancer thing? Well, it's kind of going to kill him. As in dead. Dead dead. Buried and cremated dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow. That was a lot easier to write than it was to say, even if it was to the people out there who are probably thinking 'she thinks I'm going to believe this shit?' rather than, 'wow, poor Simpson...she isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bullshitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, is she?!?'. I guess like this it's more like an online diary than anything else, just less private and all. So easier to write.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&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/11877560-111513885641637064?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111513885641637064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111513885641637064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111513885641637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111513885641637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-sucks-period-sorry-about-not.html' title='Life sucks. Period. (sorry about not updating!)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111442974323163712</id><published>2005-04-25T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:49:03.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at school is crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!!! No more shows for 2 years! I was on a high!! Until I found out that my dad is seriously ill and could possibly have lung cancer. Oh, perfectly great. So I had a good cry and we had a family get-together and now I'm normal. (I'm so great at relaxing an atmosphere - I got out of the huddle and said "Where's the cookies? I haven't had dessert yet!" which made everyone laugh and within 30 mins everyone was acting as if nothing had happened. I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;perfect!) School's been pretty easy first 3 lessons, helps a lot. So, pretty crappy week for me. Sick, internet breaks, 3 days of muscle cramp and potentially fatal disease. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111442974323163712?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111442974323163712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111442974323163712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111442974323163712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111442974323163712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogging-at-school-is-crap.html' title='Blogging at school is crap'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111425400288959659</id><published>2005-04-23T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:00:02.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Ow ow ow! Cramp! Cramp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: Nothing (all my mp3s are on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;computer, who's internet is shot to bits)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;It is currently midday on Saturday and I'm already wanting to go back to bed. My first dancing show of the big group this week was last night, and my hamstrings and my neck muscles are really throbbing. I'm utterly exhausted (I had to get up at 7:10 to go to an oboe lesson!) Uhh.. it feels like all I ever do is complain!&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks.&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/11877560-111425400288959659?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111425400288959659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111425400288959659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111425400288959659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111425400288959659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/ow-ow-ow-cramp-cramp.html' title='Ow ow ow! Cramp! Cramp!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111394111963782045</id><published>2005-04-19T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:05:19.636Z</updated><title type='text'>My saviour that be Ibuprofen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsubasa Chronicle Episode 2&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bouncy&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now. Especially since I got my hands on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TC2&lt;/span&gt;, though the fact that I can't get the new chapter of my story up on the Internet without the aid of a CD-R kinda bites. Ugh, my computer sucks. Whenever we jack it open to rootle through its internal goodies (namely; replacing my crappier and crappier g-card) the network connection goes capuiee. And no network means no sweet sweet broadband internet. My bro jury-rigged it with a game console network adapter, but the 9V plug decided to break. We don't seem to have any in the house, so until someone either finds one, or (more likely) we trot down to the local electronics store - you better damn have one Comet - I have no Internet in my room! Boo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;My cold's mostly gone I think, it's still bugging me a little and I still have a headache, but it's getting better! Yay!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/11877560-111394111963782045?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111394111963782045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111394111963782045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111394111963782045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111394111963782045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-saviour-that-be-ibuprofen.html' title='My saviour that be Ibuprofen!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111393979753726256</id><published>2005-04-18T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:45:16.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off Hansworth; you angst-ridden, constanly squealing, judge-bribing bitches (they're an all girls school, don't you know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listening to: nothing but my pounding headache, and constant sniffing&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: crappy&lt;br /&gt;OK, I feel like shit. I just got back from a 4-hour long drama competition, I have a headache along with a really bad cold (I think they came in the same package), my internet access and wireless network are shot to pieces in my room - meaning that I can't post anything pre-written (bloggy or otherwise) and it's all going to drive me insane. Good night. No offense, but piss off, I'm really not in the mood for blogging tonight. I just doing it so you can feel my pain.&lt;br /&gt;PS: My school won 1 of 9 awards. We sucked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/11877560-111393979753726256?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111393979753726256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111393979753726256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111393979753726256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111393979753726256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/fuck-off-hansworth-you-angst-ridden.html' title='Fuck off Hansworth; you angst-ridden, constanly squealing, judge-bribing bitches (they&apos;re an all girls school, don&apos;t you know)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111351473440534661</id><published>2005-04-14T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:38:54.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Single strap bags are not recommended...ow! or Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently listening to: Nothing (my mom is snooping to see if I'm in bed yet so quiet, quiet!)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: mopey&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody here own a Kipling bag? You know, the ones that have the little monkeys that come with? I've got the Casablanca model that I'm using for school, and it's absolutely doing in my shoulders. I'm going to so have bruises in the morning. Also on my face, seeing as I got hit on the head &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; times today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 times&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Once by a really heavy bag (I swear it had a pair of football boots in it!). I almost smashed my glasses! I did mention that I wear glasses? Well, now you know!&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...Naruto 130...so wrong yet so right...^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111351473440534661?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111351473440534661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111351473440534661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111351473440534661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111351473440534661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/single-strap-bags-are-not.html' title='Single strap bags are not recommended...ow! or Did you know?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111342727434660472</id><published>2005-04-13T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:22:27.526Z</updated><title type='text'>School is shitty, have you noticed? or Reality and dreams; is there really a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening to: Requiem of a Dream (quiet enough so not to aggravate my headache)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...today was my first day back at school after spring break. Please, don't remind me how much I hate it... right now I just want to curl up in bed and hope that it's all a dream. I've literally just finished a project in an hour that should have taken me the better part of 3 weeks to do - my head is ringing.&lt;br /&gt;But, all is not despairing! The first episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tsubasa Chronicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is just within my grasp; another couple of hours of bittorrent-ing and I'll finally be able to watch the anime of which the manga eluded me for so long. Yes, I have finally managed to read the first 53 chapters!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me! I must be dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;Wait...ugh...I feel too crappy to be celebrating...can someone make this headache go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111342727434660472?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111342727434660472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111342727434660472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111342727434660472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111342727434660472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-is-shitty-have-you-noticed-or.html' title='School is shitty, have you noticed? or Reality and dreams; is there really a difference?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877560.post-111246443046242683</id><published>2005-04-03T02:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:53:57.686Z</updated><title type='text'>My Beginning...or...How to piss people off from 3000 miles away *gulp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, this is it - my 1st venture into the world of web-management. I must be mad, but hey, no-one reached the AK-47 in time to shoot me. So, here I am, sitting in front of my 1st post ever, and it hits me...how many people are going to see this? How many people will actually take time out of their life to come and read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Not many, judging from my track record. Oh well, who cares? This is just like an online diary, right? Who minds if I go slinging off at someone who doesn't know me and probably never will? Hell if I do, that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877560-111246443046242683?l=thehotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/feeds/111246443046242683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877560&amp;postID=111246443046242683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111246443046242683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877560/posts/default/111246443046242683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehotel.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-beginningorhow-to-piss-people-off.html' title='My Beginning...or...How to piss people off from 3000 miles away *gulp*'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822833025439051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
