<?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-3618481362623941907</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:34:34.951-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='holidays.'/><category term='you say you need a holiday?'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='waiters'/><category term='work'/><category term='food'/><category term='Girls make me want to vomit.'/><category term='intoductions.'/><category term='bitches'/><title type='text'>From the land of Narnia to your desktop</title><subtitle type='html'>A lovely little waste of time. isn't it :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-4653434462559647946</id><published>2010-10-24T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:05:01.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls make me want to vomit.'/><title type='text'>EW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/TMUPfQ-ezWI/AAAAAAAAACI/oQDY7MnoIAM/s1600/OompaLoompa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531844747101916514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/TMUPfQ-ezWI/AAAAAAAAACI/oQDY7MnoIAM/s320/OompaLoompa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake Tan- Australia says no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes.. I'm ashamed to be a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-4653434462559647946?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/4653434462559647946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/ew_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4653434462559647946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4653434462559647946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/ew_24.html' title='EW'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/TMUPfQ-ezWI/AAAAAAAAACI/oQDY7MnoIAM/s72-c/OompaLoompa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-219953312342498938</id><published>2010-10-23T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:48:04.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Jobs jobs jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So.. In keeping you up to date of all things in the world of Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this occured today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whilst at an job interview for a well known chain store.. two things happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Whilst watching their video on how "cool/hip/happening/other ridicolous verbs" the people who worked at this "ab-fab" chainstore were. The video actually stated, "by 2016 we hope to become one of the most dominant chain stores in the country" - now straight away my mind things to two things. that song "prepare for total domination..domination..domination"- you know, the one from bring it on? secondly, WHAT AN EVIL BLOOD SUCKING CORPURATION!!! getting teens/ cool young happy people to do all their evil work?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. It was a group interview, and about half way through, they said "now some of you will stay... and some of you will go" yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; LIKE AUSTRALIAN IDOL- the pressure was on.. what would happen? TUNE IN NEXT ADD BREAK TO FIND OUT!!... but seriously. Worst thing ever. They announced numerous names.. leaving the rest of us to find out "unfortunately, you guys are not the next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; idol/successful applicant for our evil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corporation&lt;/span&gt;, you can not carry out our plot for world domination" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BUT THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; out.. my heart in my shoes.. my legs like jelly, choking back warm tears of rejection.. an amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Kate! Come back! YOU WIN!- You have been accepted!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; thanks?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;them- "we were just tricking" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me-"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?..." (what does someone say here? fake laugh?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's not a very funny joke now, is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well that is all for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in the words of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Governorator&lt;/span&gt;, "I'll be back" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-219953312342498938?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/219953312342498938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobs-jobs-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/219953312342498938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/219953312342498938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobs-jobs-jobs.html' title='Jobs jobs jobs'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-7343637717373750482</id><published>2010-10-22T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:15:16.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Werid waiters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My lovely readers- It has been a millennium, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But I'm back and better than ever, just like the paranormal activity movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So.. how all you all? Good? lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now, let's get back to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well, I have graduated.. and whilst reflecting over the past years of my schooling career, recalling the many firsts with my dearest best friend. A strange occurrence.. well, occurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Whilst we were at the table.. a man in black (also known as a waiter) approached us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He immediately began to flirt with my friend... touching her on the arm- &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLY &lt;/strong&gt;unprofessional, I KNOW! he then leaves and comes back a second, third, fourth time. I begin to wonder.. DOES THIS GUY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but wait, it gets better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;not only does the waiter PEER pressure us into buying dessert there (did I mention he's about 30 and incredibly creepy?) but then proceeds to as my friend for her number!? At this current moment I'm thinking.. wow, what a sad old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;luckily my friend does not have a phone- yes, I know- retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the guy then goes to kiss my friend goodbye, yes remember he's at work, not at some sleazy club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Kaptain Kate then saves the day, "Don't you have someone else to flirt with and piss off"  I slapped him and we didn't pay. ... well this is what should have happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here's what really happened. My friend is mature and I try to be.. while bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter. We walk away from the night, vowing NEVER to go to that sleazy bar EVER again. Word of the wise, don't flirt back with creepy old dudes. they will stalk you and rape you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-7343637717373750482?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/7343637717373750482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/werid-waiters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/7343637717373750482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/7343637717373750482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/10/werid-waiters.html' title='Werid waiters'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-8685107984763558003</id><published>2010-04-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:32:56.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you say you need a holiday?'/><title type='text'>"well, its been a while..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lovely readers... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been quite a while I know, and I am simply posting this to avoid doing a terrilbe essay about relgion and peace. The topic that everyone fails to discuss because its SO FUCKING HARD!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what has been happening in the lovely little world of Kate these past few months... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've ventured to Sydney numerous times. On one occasion, a rather awkward thing happened to me... I was in a shop, shopping (as one does...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I notice an old lady walking around. She suddenly appears next to me (I swear she apperated or something) She then proceeds to try and put a scarf in my bag. Of course my reaction was to freak out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old lady: here dear I think this might go well with your jeans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME STEAL SOMETHING?!?! I'm not wearing any jeans!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Lady: *continuously tries to put stuff in my bag. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old lady then shuffles away.. in search of another teenage girl to try and make her steal items. I worry for the past generations. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuing on... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have had 10 weeks of school. Which have not been very eventful at all. Although viedos have been made. For those how have me on facebook, you can see these. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also got broken up with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ex came and picked me up at 5:30, after I had asked him if we could go and get icecream, I was quite excited :) Anyway, he took me to this lovely little spot, the sun was setting and everything was quite pretty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: -imagine high pitched voice because I'm so excited, cuz I thought something exciting was going to happen- OHMYGOD!! ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOO PREETTYYYYYY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ex: So, we need to talk... Its not working&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the whole world stops working for these next few minutes.. my muscles stop working I cant do anything but sit there and stare ahead, daring not to look at anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ex: Proceeds to explain several reasons why we cant be together.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok. can you just take me home now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ex: blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What followed was the most awkward car trip in the world, all I was thinking though was why didn't I know that last week was going to be the last time we would kiss... Do I kiss him again? I then decided I was furious at him. He then stopped at my drive. I slammed the door. and stomped up to my door. As you can see, I was very mature about it all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fastforward to friday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in Newcastle talking to these two very sexy surfers, Whilst waiting for the best food the world, The hamburger. Suddenly one of the guys collapsed and began to have a fit. I froze. all blood rushed to my feet. I resmbled an albino. I didnt know what to do yet, I had completed my first AID. Suddenly I remembered. The ambulance was called. What the followed was very convient for them... Or them being loyal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surfer dude: Well, I better get your number in case something serious happens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Um, ok??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it all a ploy to get my number.. I was thinking the guy could have just been an amamzing actor.. until.. Unfortunalty something serious has happened to this poor guy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So all is all that has been happening in my life so far! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love to all!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-8685107984763558003?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/8685107984763558003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/8685107984763558003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/8685107984763558003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-its-been-while.html' title='&quot;well, its been a while...&quot;'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-4983397778569516670</id><published>2010-01-15T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:31:10.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays.'/><title type='text'>Its all going swimmingly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well... It's time I updated this lovely little space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things that have happened to me of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewind about a week about a half ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the beach and everything is going swimmingly (get it!?) anyway, I get out of the water.. sporting the I've-just-been-smashed-by-a-giant-wave look, hair everything, runny nose. I walk up the burning sand to my towel. When this guy walks up to me (who is very well dressed, who dresses well on the beach?) he goes "Hi Im Mr. _ I'm wondering if you would be interested in doing a photo shoot or becoming a swimwear model?" Me: Um..um um...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. _: You would get paid.&lt;br /&gt;Me: um um um&lt;br /&gt;After what felt like hours of umming and a bit more umming. I passed on his offer, I mean who goes around recuiting bikini models on a beach, whislt wearing lovely clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day at the beach, I was not asked to a bikini model again. No, that faithful day would be forever known as &lt;strong&gt;THE ADVENTURES OF KATE AND AMY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Amy and I are in the water on a board, our eyes not on the hirizon, but on the hoards of hot sexy boys in the water. particlurly EL BEARDO and his friend SEXY BLONDE GUY. Sadly when me and amy chose to act out the final scene of titanic, they thought we were super werid and swam in. Also, a special meantion to the strong silent rude type. yes GOLDCHAIN, I'm talking about you. I hate you. In some countries your taught to smile when soemone smiles at you. clearly you have not been taught this custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;A special meantion to my journalist friend Mr. C. Who took me on his job so I could interview the roads minster with him. however, when it came to my turn to ask a question, this is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. C: Would you like to ask a question kate?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ummmm&lt;br /&gt;Mr. C: or not.&lt;br /&gt;Roads minister: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrsment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th-th-tha-that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-4983397778569516670?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/4983397778569516670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-going-swimmingly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4983397778569516670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4983397778569516670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-going-swimmingly.html' title='Its all going swimmingly'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-5816099369605285104</id><published>2010-01-02T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:02:24.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays.'/><title type='text'>Ah... Summer days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello World. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, since I have been bed ridden for a while now with a death cough and a nose that resembles a leaky tap, I thought it was time for an update into the ever so enthralling world that exsists through my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, what has excatlty happened in the last week or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah.. thats right the oh SO joyful time of christmas and new years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So lets rewind about a week and a half ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Mother- "Kate, get up its time to go to the farm, its 5 30 am" (yes i know, i didn't know this time existed ethier.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me- I don't feel well *throws up everywhere*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, what a lovely start to the christmas holidays it was going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, off we set to the farm. Me sitting in the back of the car, watching Dexter, the best tv show in the world, and occasionally doing homework. So, after 8 very very very long hours we arrived (I was STILL sick.) So anywaayyyyy, we set off to christmas eve mass. Which was quite pathetic, picture what your christmas mass looks like. Yes normally so crowded that people have to stand. Well, at this mass, there were about 30 people. Yes, pathetic I know, combinded with an hour and half of a priest who I couldn't understand. It was FANASTIC. NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The following day was the one day ever child looks forward to, other than their own birthday, is of course christmas :), of course it didnt actully feel like christmas, and as you get older, it never does, it makes me quite sad. ANYYYWAAAYYYYYYYY, I got lots of cool books and stuff like that :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The days were longer and longer, as I became sicker and sicker. It was very very not fun at all. So we came home, and again I threw up because I had been coughing so much (I readlly don't know why I'm telling you guys this.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fastforward to yesterday. Mother took to the doctor, So we called up the doctor and the doctor said. No not lets get the rythmn of the feet, but "I can't see anything wrong with you but are you sexually active and do you smoke?" to which my response was "...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So to conclude this lovely little blog, I am surrounded by a sea of tissues and am being given about 5 different kinds of medicines, but of course there is nothing wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-5816099369605285104?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/5816099369605285104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-summer-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/5816099369605285104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/5816099369605285104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-summer-days.html' title='Ah... Summer days.'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-4636265114021957089</id><published>2009-12-22T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:20:17.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>The trials and tribulations of a Highschool girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today is going to be known as ranty rant day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzF_R5UvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EtR1wNO9vEE/s1600-h/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418251772125745426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzF_R5UvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EtR1wNO9vEE/s320/awwww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This is known as the story of *cue physco muder music* the creation of the "&lt;strong&gt;awesome foursome", &lt;/strong&gt;I mean really, This story should be a deleted scene out of mean girls, i mean its not worthy of making the cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It all began the summer of 07. It was a cruel summer, and there was little to be known of the cruel girls that would inflict feelings of pain,sorrow and the beginnings of splitting up a once happy group of friends. So, school began and all was well, the work was hard (although not as hard as what it is now!!!) There were parties to go to, and as the year went on your lovely narrator of this story of troulbe and woe noticed something. Four of the girls has been hanging out a lot more together, and I realised I was beginning to loose the friendship of one of my close childhood friends. ( I miss her A LOT!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One day, we were at one of the girls houses of this infamous group for a party and I noticed them all in matching outfits. I didn't really think anything of it because it was a costume party and i was dressed as a cow. Yes, it was a very cool costume you should be jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzGFzV4sagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3fJFx9bR7S0/s1600-h/funfuntimes187-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418258943798176258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzGFzV4sagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3fJFx9bR7S0/s320/funfuntimes187-Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There were more parties and a retreat. That's when we realised. Yes, a new group had formed. These four girls were now doing everything together, they really were "BBFL." It became blantly obvious when they had several photos together and said "AWESOME FOURSOME!!!!!!!1!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We were at a miss. Suddenly, they stopped inviting the rest of my friends to things, They had sleepovers consisting of the four of them. It was truely heartbreaking, gone were the childhood days of peace and harmony. days when we could "just bake a cake ful of rainbows and smiles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This meant war. We decided to get our own little group together and do stuff. We had fun. We were close. Most importanly, we were no longer asscioatating with the dreaded group. We took photos together. Today, we are still pretty close friends, the 8 of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Presently, the awesome foursome have stopped talking to us mostly, they still pretend that were friends, but we all know that were really not. They have become the local try hards. Hated on site. Oh yes, we have taught our grade well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Recently, my friends and I went on a picnic. Well i couldnt go, so a doll was taken to replicate me. We posted these photos on facebook so we could remininse on days gone by, The following weekend, there were photos on the awesome foursome's facebook. We discovered they had re named themselves compass. (because there are four points. No it's not that clever.) In a photo of ours the girls had stuck their fingers up, to show their frustration of fake friends. In the awesome foursome photos there was a photo of them also giving the world of facebook the bird. The caption read "our reply 300 photos later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh, aren't girls lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-4636265114021957089?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/4636265114021957089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/trials-and-tribulations-of-highschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4636265114021957089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4636265114021957089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/trials-and-tribulations-of-highschool.html' title='The trials and tribulations of a Highschool girl.'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzF_R5UvkRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EtR1wNO9vEE/s72-c/awwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-4522384127734124939</id><published>2009-12-22T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:52:23.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>cute much?! Yes I think so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is quite possilby the cutes poem I have ever read :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thankyou Stephen Herrick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love is like a gobstopper&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;you spend all your childhood&lt;br /&gt;wanting that perfect round life-giving&lt;br /&gt;never-ending ball of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;you look through the shop window&lt;br /&gt;your mouth waters&lt;br /&gt;legs shake&lt;br /&gt;eyes go in and out of focus&lt;br /&gt;until that desired gobstopper is yours.&lt;br /&gt;You hold it&lt;br /&gt;cherish it&lt;br /&gt;kiss it&lt;br /&gt;dream about it&lt;br /&gt;sleep with it under your pillow&lt;br /&gt;wake up sticky&lt;br /&gt;and hope you'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;but like all lovers&lt;br /&gt;you want more&lt;br /&gt;so one tempting night&lt;br /&gt;you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;push it all the way into your mouth&lt;br /&gt;and taste its wonder&lt;br /&gt;then you swallow it&lt;br /&gt;choke&lt;br /&gt;and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a gobstopper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-4522384127734124939?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/4522384127734124939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/cute-much-yes-i-think-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4522384127734124939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/4522384127734124939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/cute-much-yes-i-think-so.html' title='cute much?! Yes I think so'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-2133798741287758243</id><published>2009-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:14:33.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Bored on a friday night? Date Cancel? Friends bail? Look at these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Okkaayyyyy &lt;/span&gt;well this is going to be incredibly hard.. But if you knew me and more than likely you don't.. but I have a vast desire for movies of the disturbing nature, but also just great movies in general. Be prepared because here they come :) PS. i can't seem to upload photos for some reason so just imagine the suitable movie posters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. American Physco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;An excellent excellent film and not just because Christian Bale is a total sex God in it, but for the lovely insight into the mind of a serial killer and how they function in society. (not very well) best quote. "when I see a nice girl on the street part of me wants to take her out, the other part wants to know what her head would look like on a stick." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. Requiem for a Dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The biggest mind fuck &lt;strong&gt;EVER!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; but truly great. All four actors and actresses do an excellent job. the theme music is bizarre and creepy. the images are forever burnt into my mind. If there is one movie I think you should absolutely see IT IS THIS. GO. NOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. Donnie Darko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Again, another movie of epic mind bending proportions. Meet Donnie, your typical teenager. Oh wait, hallucinations of a giant bunny rabbit called Frank?! I'm yet to determine what this movie is actually about, but aside from a time travel theory and random conversations about determining the sex of smurfs (they're apparently asexual) this is a cute movie with a lovely cast and a decent script. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. Fight Club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, most of you guys will probably have already seen this. another great story for a good night watch. I don't want to spoil this movie at all for anyone who hasn't seen it. so I'll just say this. "The first rule of Fight club is- You don't talk about about fight club. The second rule DON'T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. American Beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Look Closer. This a very very cool movie and won a thousand academy awards and I can see why. Very Very cool and it makes you wonder what your neighbours lives are really like.. Kevin Spacey is great in this. I would Kiss him for this role. (yes i know he's a dirty old man.) But ugghhh so great, I loved the allusions to Lolita in the film as well :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;6. Hostel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This movie scared me off going to Prague forever. The fact that people can actually go on a holiday to kill people freaked me out even more. Yet I loved it, The underdog wins, and it was very very clever. The fact you don't see any of the killings that those who are in this "club" inflict, yet when the revenge takes place. The blood and gore flies :) It really is a dog eat dog world. Two, although gory wasn't as great, and was almost humorous. I am indefinitely hanging out for hostel 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;7. Kill Bill Vol 1 &amp;amp; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What can I say, Tarentino for the fucking win. I love one for all the blood and the introduction of the bride and her path of revenge. However, I love two the for the story and the climax. including the most epic fight scene EVER. Plus, its just proof that girls can be dangerously awesome killers as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;8. The Shining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Stanley Kubrick. Can I marry you? or rather Jack Nicholson for your ab-fab acting in this movie of evil and terror and more importantly the concept of "the shining" It will probably help if you have read the book. but regardless if your in the mood for poor effects but brill ant acting give this movie a look. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All Work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All Work and no Play makes Jack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;9. Sin City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Full of Great actors and wonderful stories, It is clear to see that this movie was based on a great comic, sorry.. graphic novel. I appreciated this for the very very cool colour effects, partically Alexis Blendel incredibly blue blue eyes, she makes a cute hooker. This teamed with 300 would make any guys night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;10. The Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I. Love. This. Movie. Yes, I know its a contrast to my others but awww man. what girl doesn't like a prefect love story. full of sword fights, giant rats, recuses and deadly machines. This makes my heart melt. Wesley and Buttercup are the best couple in the world. and this line always makes my heart "what happens if I never see you again?" "this is true love, do you think it happens every day?" AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. girls, make your boyfriends sit through this film, it is perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-2133798741287758243?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/2133798741287758243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored-on-friday-night-date-canel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/2133798741287758243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/2133798741287758243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored-on-friday-night-date-canel.html' title='Bored on a friday night? Date Cancel? Friends bail? Look at these!'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618481362623941907.post-8287809872631805048</id><published>2009-12-21T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:55:56.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intoductions.'/><title type='text'>formalities and other crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, here it goes.. my very first blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suprisingly I'm at a loss for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.. I'm not tooo sure if anyone if even reading this but hello to you if you areeee :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok so firstly, lets get the formalities over and done with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm prettty emotional and moody (you really don't to cross me on a bad day, or when i'm upset) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;other than that i'd say most of my friends would say I'm im werid.. quirky and say gross things at inapprioate moments, but then again doesn't eveyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am currently reading the freedom writers diary which is pretty cool. if your wondering i would indeed recommend the book rather than the movie.. I mean doesn't everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heres a few random facts about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I HATE vegemite sandwhichs but lurrvveee vegemite on toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. I have a secret love for blood and gore. I mean seriously show me a snuff film and I'll be your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. I have some very discusting habits. No you don't want to know these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. second hand bookshops are my calling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. I'm an incredilby fussy eater. another reason why my friends think I'm werid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thats all for now. after reading this you will have successfully wasted about 5 mintues of your life. you are now that much closer to your death (lovely thought isn't it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haveee a fab, groovy christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618481362623941907-8287809872631805048?l=notimetogrowup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/feeds/8287809872631805048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/formalities-and-other-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/8287809872631805048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618481362623941907/posts/default/8287809872631805048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notimetogrowup.blogspot.com/2009/12/formalities-and-other-crap.html' title='formalities and other crap.'/><author><name>MissKatey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548070442298777918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vQp0w2HhuF0/SzA7Y0TridI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JVTOaJu5-6Y/S220/bleh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
