<?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-7149937</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:57.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113561906683596023</id><published>2005-12-26T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:44:26.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Live Journal Residence</title><content type='html'>I'm moving over to Live Journal, at least semi-permanently, and I said I'd give you the link, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/chemistrybecci/"/&gt;My LJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be happy there. I'm enjoying it so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113561906683596023?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113561906683596023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113561906683596023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113561906683596023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113561906683596023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/live-journal-residence.html' title='Live Journal Residence'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113508312360360497</id><published>2005-12-20T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:52:03.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Partay</title><content type='html'>Went to Richy, Sarah, and Luke's house party thingy last night. It was actually really good. I'd been looking forward to it, as gatherings round there are usually pretty good. Chatted to people I haveb't seen in ages and got pleasantly drunk. It was nice. I like the relaxed atmosphere that you get from their house. It's not a student house, so it's pretty grownup, and I think that makes all of us act a little bit more gorwn up, so we just sit around and talk. Wild house parties are great every now and again, but when you know everyone there pretty well, it's nice to have something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, gin goes pretty damn well with cherryade. Mmmmmm cherryade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on Damin's LJ, so I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Similar Interests&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Similar Interests is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend.  You like to not only be their significant other but also their friend.  You are the type to want to share everything with your partner - so having similar interests is definitely a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/bfgf_piechart-3-5-1-3-2.jpg" alt="Perfect BF/GF Piechart - QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's pretty accurate. Although intelligence is more imporatnt to me than that. The person doesn't have to be as smart as me, but they're not allowed to be a moron either. I prefer a man who is more intelligent though. I like a partner I can look up to and learn stuff from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113508312360360497?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113508312360360497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113508312360360497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113508312360360497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113508312360360497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/partay.html' title='Partay'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113498644006058435</id><published>2005-12-19T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:00:43.026Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Bloggin' Time</title><content type='html'>I didn't sort my hardship funds forms, I still haven't, and now term has ended. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't updated in absolutely ages, and that's simply because I've been trapped under a pile of coursework. I worked til midnight (form about 6/7pm) both Monday and Tuesday and then worked from about 4pm til 4.40am on Thursday night to finish off every last little thing. I managed to get it all done, and never have a spent so much time doing any coursework ever. I even spent a fair amount of time in the library looking stuff up and everything. Turns out I actually give a shit this year. More of a shock to me that anyone else though I think. If I don't get in the 60% area for those two sets of lab reports I will be thoroughly pissed off. The good news is though that friday (the day I handed all my work in) I got my radiochem labs back. I was expecting about 56% for them. I got 70%. That's a fucken first man! I was so ecstatic I jumped around and then phoned David. I think I may have got a first before in organic labs, but not radiochem. I was also pretty proud cause I did a lot, if not most of that work all by myself. Kick ass. It's also good news, as I'm doing radiochemistry as my dissertation, so looks like I picked the right area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a lot more other than courswork since I last updated. Barely been on the net and certainly haven't been out anywhere. Except at the weekends. Last saturday I went to Nottingham with David, christmas shopping and the weekend just gone we went christmas shopping in loughborough. I have got everyone's presents now, I just need to get a few extras for David, but I knwo what I'm getting (I think) so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm thinking of switching to LJ for regular blogging. I need to figure out how to do a few more things first, but it's a possibility, if only to get more readers. I dunno. I really don't want to, cause I prefer blogger, but everyone uses LJ. We'll see. If I actually make a decision anytime soon, I'll post here with a link to my LJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113498644006058435?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113498644006058435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113498644006058435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113498644006058435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113498644006058435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-bloggin-time.html' title='It&apos;s Bloggin&apos; Time'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113412628267959413</id><published>2005-12-09T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:04:42.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Neck Damage</title><content type='html'>I have actually started my work now, and it's not too bad, I'm making some form of progress. I have answered most of the questions, just not the ones asking me for the mechanisms. They're actually quite hard to track down. Grrr. I just have to actually write it up neat now. I'm also slightly annoyed with the person I keep trying to work with. We discuss something and come up with some sort of plan of when and where we will work. Then, the time arrives and they just fuck off and do something else. I don't mind the fact they've changed they're mind, it's the fact that they didn't bother to tell me and I had to go find them and ask what's going on. When I do, they deny they ever agreed to anything! I've got a feeling this person is avoiding working with me, cause they've got some sort of weird idea I want to just copy their work. I've done half of it already, and I bloody don't want to copy anything! Not when it comes to labs anyway. Fucks sake. I think I'll stop trying to work with them from now on. Wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and thursday have been fairly uneventful, going to lectures and my last lab session, handing in my samples and doing research/work. I've also found out that I am doing Radiochemistry for my dissertation and project (which is what I wanted) so I'm quite happy. Also spent time with David proper like on Wednesday, as Monday and Tuesday, he only came over to stay the night. I don't like sleeping alone. Not sure why, I mean I did it for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was awesome though. I went to Damage, the monthly metal night at Rock City, and it still kicks ass. I didn't enjoy it *quite* as much this time, but it was still awesome. I've noticed that when I go to Damage I find myself handbanging more than I usually do. I think that's cause there isn't as much room to dance, the floor gets quite slippy by the end of the night (booze spillage) and it works really well for most of the songs played. I also don't feel like a tit doing it, cause everyone else is windmilling. Don't worry, I don't windmill, I'm not a lost cause, not yet! I still dance to most of the songs, but I found myself doing it to most of "roots" by Sepultura. I think that's acceptable though. I certainly don't do it to try and "fit in" cause I've never tried to fit in anywhere since I was about 14, it just kinda happens. Anyway, It was a brilliant night, despite the up skirt camera shot Doug and Ali got me with, the losing fights with Damian, Jon and Spike (not all at once) and the JD and coke that got poured on my ass so that my skirt and pants were wet. I managed to dry my skirt, but I couldn't angle my ass right under the dryer to get my pants. Ah well. I also noticed there's a hole in my skirt. I noticed it before I left, but decided it didn't matter (it was only small) and it was too late to try to change outfit. It got bigger by the end of the night, but I did get to say "I'm fingering my hole". Hopefully it can be repaired, I like that skirt. I also (unfortunately) got chatted up by some scummy looking scumbag with a gold tooth (urgh!) who didn't believe me when I told him I had a boyfriend cause he wasn't there with me. Like I'm not allowed to go out seperately or something. Pig. Big Stu made fun of me because of it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as a result of that, I slept through this morning's lecture and my neck aches. It was well worth it though, I had such a great time. I love Damage. Damian tells me I need to go to Notts more often, and I agree that I do. Now all I need is money. Which reminds me, I really need to get my hardship fund forms sorted. This weekend I'll do that, maybe convince David that he wants to help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113412628267959413?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113412628267959413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113412628267959413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113412628267959413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113412628267959413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/neck-damage.html' title='Neck Damage'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113388305884559651</id><published>2005-12-06T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:30:58.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Spots</title><content type='html'>Found this on Charlie's LJ and thought it was pretty damn accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Like That You're Fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-fun.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back&lt;br /&gt;You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed recently that I have been having a lot of bad skin days, and it dawned on me a couple of weeks ago that it's my fucken pills. Usually pills are meant to help clear up acne and other such things, but that's the only think that's changed in my life recently. My skin routine is amazing, the best it's ever been, so I know it's not that. I also eat well (or the same way I have done for the last year) so it has to be my pills. I've decided they make me less mental, but to be honest, I'd rather be mental with clear skin, I can put up with being crazy, as long as I'm pretty. I'm so vain and shallow, and I'm more than happy that way. After these 3 months, I shall make another switch. Bastard pills. Rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at a lecture now, but I had a weird crampy stomach thing, so I didn't go. I'm all depressed. I think it's this ton of work hanging over my head. I just don't want to do it. It's horrible. I really hate being a finalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113388305884559651?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113388305884559651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113388305884559651&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113388305884559651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113388305884559651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/spots.html' title='Spots'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113378409819469650</id><published>2005-12-05T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:01:38.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Magical Weekend</title><content type='html'>I managed to return those DVDs, and my money had finally arrived, which was nice. So all was well, for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was quite fun. I danced to a couple of songs, but I am starting to resent High Voltage. Last year it was just a running joke of how there was only ever about 6 people in there, unless a band was on, but the Subversion people never went to see them. This year they do, so all the people you half came out to see disappear off next door to watch the bands. Why don't I go? Cause I dislike all the bands High Voltage gets and Subversion is way better anyway. The lack of people is starting to reduce it's magic though. It's almost not really worth going. Which is a shame, cause it is a good night, it just no longer has much of an atmosphere. Nevermind though, I'm not going next week (DAMAGE!) and the next one isn't til January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spelt through Friday morning, despite the fact I had a lecture and 2 tutorials. Oh well. Made it to my labs though. Rushed home to get ready for the party before David picked me up to take me to the station. I hate getting trains on my own, I'm always worried I'll get on the wrong one. I didn't, but it was late. Met up with Damian at Nottingham, who took me under his wing and led me back to his house, pointing out all the landmarks, should I ever need to make it to his without his guidance. We made any last minute changes to our outfits/appearance (we're both so vain) and set off to Spike's and got Pizza on the way. I got a brief history of the parts of Nottingham we walked past. Eventually got to the party. We seemed to beat the crowd, but no sooner had I opened the pizza box then hoards of people flooded in to the modest 2 bed apartment. Apparently there were nearly 100 people at one point. We could all fit in, as long as there were people in every room and the hallway and standing up. Now I've been informed I can't really talk about what happened, cause "what goes on tour, stays on tour". Needless to say though, I got very drunk and it was the best houseparty I've ever been too. I didn't leave until 5am. Thankyou to Myko who gave me and Damain (as well as others) a lift back to their houses, which was nice. I promptly crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I felt like crap (no surprise). Damian took me back to the station and I got back to loughborough about 3pm. I was shattered. David looked after me. I was very delicate all day. Totally worth it though. It was brilliant. David made me bacon sandwiches for breakfast, and later sausage casserole. Both were very yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also nice and relaxing. Chocolate croissants for breakfast, and I cooked roast chicken dinner for us. It was yummy. I think it needed a bit longer though, me and David both felt a bit bleurgh this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lecture cause I was doubled over this morning. I've missed it for the last 3 weeks and had every intention of going today. Dammit. I also need to start my labs. Bollocks. I should probably try to make it home sometime soon. I would have done all this at home, but my internet is screwed. Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113378409819469650?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113378409819469650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113378409819469650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113378409819469650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113378409819469650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/magical-weekend.html' title='Magical Weekend'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113347060371155627</id><published>2005-12-01T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:56:43.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I have cut my thumb whilst eating yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spag-tastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113347060371155627?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113347060371155627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113347060371155627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113347060371155627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113347060371155627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113344324237089845</id><published>2005-12-01T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:20:42.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Choc-tastic</title><content type='html'>One thing I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; actually like about this time of year is advent calanders. I have a kinder one. Mmmmm creamy creamy german chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise I'm yet to start my 14 lab write ups. I've had a look though and they don't seem so scary. We shall see though. Definately getting started next week though (I won't have time before Monday now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went in to the finance people and got my refund. Unfortunately they money still hasn't appeared in my account. I'm slightly miffed by this, as when you use your card in a shop to buy something, they money pretty much instantly disappears out of your account. However, apparently, when money is going &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; to your card, it's a different matter. Why? I think it's slightly unfair. Wankers. Also means I can't use my card. I still have no phone credit and more importantly, can't buy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;. Again, thank fuck for David, else I'd be starving. Haven't given in my hardship forms things yet. I'm waiting to get my last few months bank statements from HSBC through the post. Can't remember if I bitched about the short fat bint in the campus HSBC being a bitch about it, but it looks like she didn't do her job right. I'm starting to dislike HSBC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Subversion. I'm vaguely looking foward to it. I think. Haven't been for a couple of weeks, and it's sad to say I actually don't miss it. I'm not sure whether people aren't turning up because they have to pay, or if it's because no one else turns up and a lot of the DJs (well a few) have kinda lost their enthusiam for the job. Also, the money we now have to pay to get in has yet to make any affect on the night. It's exaclty the same in every way, except fewer people show up and you now have to pay £2 to get in. I know that £2 is still pretty cheap (damn cheap in fact), but I'd actually like to see some improvements now that I am paying. Plus, I often went to Subversion and spent nothing, which is brilliant when you're a student with finacial troubles like me. I actually don't have the £2 entry fee I need at the moment, I'll have to ask David to pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also finally completed P.N.03, a game that I really wanted to play, but couldn't get past this one bit, cause I didn't have the right suit, cause I didn't get enough points. Now that I found a way to get the points, I got past the bit I was stuck on. Turns out it was actually the final boss on the final level I was at. Only 11 (maybe 12) missions in the game, and once you know what you're doing, none take more than about 20 minutes to do. Didn't realise it was such a short game. I figured that fater these missions were done, I'd have another set to do. The ending was also quite disappointing. The game overall could probably have done with more of a plot line, I mean, I was really enjoying it until I realised I'd accidently completed it. It just needed to be more substantial *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening I'm off to Nottingham for Spike and Jon's house (flat) party. I've been looking forward to it all week. Hopefully it'll be a good laugh. I intend to get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was nice. I had an enjoyable evening with David. We both cooked the meal together, although I "made" the pudding, and then sat around to watch Rome and Lost. Lost was pretty good last night, although I do hate the way they give you very little information per episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday probably isn't worth mentioning. Can't really remember what happened anyway. It really was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Sainsbury's and check to see if my money has arrived. It's been 24 hours now. Grrr. I also need to return those DVDs. Toodle-ooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113344324237089845?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113344324237089845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113344324237089845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113344324237089845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113344324237089845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/12/choc-tastic.html' title='Choc-tastic'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113317483452176650</id><published>2005-11-28T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:47:14.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Being a Finalist Sucks Ass</title><content type='html'>It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, I haven't blogged in well over a week, and I really haven't had the time. I probably could have done last weekend, but there wasn't much to say. Since thursday evening/friday morning I've done quite a bit, including watching seven films:&lt;br /&gt;Cube&lt;br /&gt;Cube 2: Hypercube&lt;br /&gt;Cube Zero&lt;br /&gt;Crash&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 9/11&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Sex Lives of the Potato Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which were pretty good, except Cube 2. A bit too much sci-fi, not enough gross death. Hell's Kitchen (with Angelina Jolie in) was rubbish for the frist 45 minutes, but it did eventually redeem itself. Sex Lives of the Potato men was funnier than I expected. Crash was better than I expected and fahrenheit 9/11 made me cry. It was probably my favourite, since I found loads of stuff out that I didn't know before and it was pretty touching in places. All of them except Cube 2 are worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason I haven't blogged is because I was busy doing coursework all week. I had 7 lab reports to write up my friday, and they were more difficult than I had anticipated. I did get them in on time, and hopefully got at least 5/10 for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the added stress that I had no money. My Dad had sent me £300, but that didn't arrive until tuesday, and I didn't get chance to pay it in until friday. I had about £8 left in my account, so David had to feed me all week. I managed to have enough money to buy bread so I could eat lunch, but if it wasn't for David, I would have been starving. I wa splanning to feed him all of this week in exchange, but things took a turn for the worst on friday. I got a call from my bank telling me the uni were taking out £400 from my account for tuition fees. I don't pay tuition fees, but had forgot to tell the uni this and completely forgot that the moeny would be taken out of my account. Now, as I said, I only had £8 (although my cheques from Dan and Blue, totalling £140 had probably cleared by then), but either way, this £400, was gonna take me over my overdraft limit of £1,500. Apparently though, the money hadn't been taken out yet, and if I called my branch quickly enough, I could possibly stop it from coming out. Stupidly though, despite the fact I was speaking to someone from HSBC, and they had all my banking deatils directly infront of them, they weren't allowed to tell me my branch's number. Great. I wasted time looking that up and ended up being connected to someone in India (who had a really thick accent, brilliant) who told me the money had come out, and if I wanted to stop it I should have hponed yesterday. Thanks HSBC, tell me when it's too late. I know I should keep track of my finances, but if they were gonna bother going to the trouble of phoning me, why phone when it's too late? Morons. Leaving me with minus minus £200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in to uni, to be told that they don't know if they've received the £400 yet, and won't know until wednesday this week, so they can't refund the money until then. Now I know this isn't the university's fault, but it's fucken annoyng, and has completely screwed me over. I then went straight to the hardship fund people and am now applying for (hopefully) a grant to help me through the rest of uni. Given that I'm a finalist, I don't pay tuition fees and get the full loan, I'm probably pretty likely to get something to help me out. I'll finish the forms today and hand them in tomorrow. I'd be alright if I'd got a job over summer, or if my Dad hadn't made me pay my rent. I know my Dad didn't budget for summer rent (although I'm not sure why, it'd have to be paid whether I was living there or not), but neither had I, and since my Dad is earning money, I figure I need it more. It's alright though, I'll wait until I finsh uni, then I'll tell my parents I had to get an extra grant/loan so I could survive. Guilt trip all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more coursework to be until the end of term, 16th Dec. Although I need to get cracking this week if I want to finish those 14 lab reports by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probaby be able to update more, and maybe even make it to Subversion this week, seeing as I *should* have some money by thursday and have no work in this week. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113317483452176650?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113317483452176650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113317483452176650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113317483452176650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113317483452176650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-finalist-sucks-ass.html' title='Being a Finalist Sucks Ass'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113227344776616132</id><published>2005-11-18T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:24:07.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Completed!</title><content type='html'>Just finished my coursework, yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the conclusion is a bit pap, but I'm too tired to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where did I leave my bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113227344776616132?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113227344776616132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113227344776616132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113227344776616132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113227344776616132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/completed.html' title='Completed!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113222710875618897</id><published>2005-11-17T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:31:48.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunny November</title><content type='html'>Monday night I went to Derby to see Mark Thomas and Rob Newman. They were both pretty funny, but I think I prweferred Mark Thomas. Certainly took my mind off things, which is just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday started off a little better. I went to my first 2 lectures and seemed ok. After lunch though, I got all down and depressed again, so stayed in and didn't go to my afternoon/evening lectures. I steadily got worse through the day. David cooked me a yummy sausage casserole for tea. I burnt my tongue on it, but it was still nice. Later in the evening, I spoke to my Dad. He finally got round to phoning me. I told him I already knew about it all and I think he was relieved he didn't have to tell me, he clearly didn't know how to do so. He also said he'd send me £300 out of the £800 rent money he was gonna send me in January to tide me over til my next loan installment. I shall definately budget more carefully this time. It wasn't like I didn't before. I set a budget and kept to it, it just so happened that I'd worked the budget out wrong. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I dragged myself out of bed and went to my labs. They sucked. 2 of the main chemicals for that experiment ran out. One of them you needed about ever other step during the reaction, so it was pretty stupid there wasn't any left. They knew we would need it and they knew it takes a while to distil (it was an anhydrous one, so it's a tad more complicated to make), so I don't know why no one checked this in advance. I blame the moody technician who hates it when you ask for stuff, like you NMR spectrum back and the stuff you need for an experiment. I mean, we're asking him to do his job, how rude we are! I finished a bit early, then avoided doing the coursework that's due in on friday. In the evening I cooked sauages, liver, mash, vegetables and gravy for David for tea. He'd never had liver before, and it's only like 60p a pack, so I cooked it for him. I'd never cooked it before, but it tasted exactly how I remember it being. David didn't like it. I also bought some little cupcakes for pudding, but they tasted like they have frangipane in them (which he also doesn't like) so I didn't do too good there. Whoops. I'll cook him kidneys next time. Try and make a steak and kidney pie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Doctor's (nothing serious, I wanted to discuss pill options after I recently switched) and had an appointment for 10am. I got seen to at about 10.30am. I mean, what the fuck is the point of booking for a 10am appointment, turning up on time and then sitting around for half an hour? I relaly hate stuff like that. I don't mind waiting 10-15 minutes, but much longer than that really pisses me off. I could have had an extra half hour in bed, I could have started to read the chemistry journal that I need to summarise. bastards. Anyway, I'm staying on the new pill for another 3 months. I've been under a lot of stress recently, and the first 3 months of any pill is the worst whlst you settle in to it, so it's hard to tell whether it's better than cilest. I certainly feel more rational and less crazy, but I don't really know, I'll let David be the judge of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening is Subversion. A bunch of people from Notts Rocksoc are turning up and so is Herod. Doesn't look like I'll be there to say hello though, not with this work going on. To be honest, I don't think I'm really up for it. I don't feel like getting all dressed up and dancing. Plus it sounds like the union will be packed with people going to see The Bravery, some no doubt lame ass Indie band, which means drunk Indie people trying to take the piss out of "goffs" whilst pouring beer all over the already slippery dancefloor. Think I'm better off staying in to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have officially been with David for 1 year and 1 month. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113222710875618897?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113222710875618897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113222710875618897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113222710875618897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113222710875618897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunny-november.html' title='Sunny November'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113197852933674665</id><published>2005-11-14T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:28:49.576Z</updated><title type='text'>40 Odd Quid</title><content type='html'>Today is an incredibly shitty day. I've just found out my Grandad has cancer and isn't expected to live past January. I'm pissed off with the news for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1)Apparenlty he's had cancer for ages, but no one bothered to tell me. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;2)I have to spend Christmas with him, when I'd already made plans to spend Christmas with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know number 2 is more than slightly selfish, but when my family don't even bother to tell me my Grandad is dying until the last minute, I don't know why I should bother coming. It's not that I don't like my Grandad, he's one of the few relatives I actually do really like. It's just that I asked ages ago if I could spend christmas with David (you know, someone I actually care about and vice versa for a change) and it was all ok-ed. I then phone my Mum today to tell her what days I'll be around and stuff to see my family, when she drops this bombshell on me. Apparently my Dad was supposed to phone me on Friday, but didn't bother. Now he knew about it even sooner than that, and still didn't say anything. Similar to the time he didn't bother to tell me he was unemployed, or that he'd got a job when he eventually found one. Now if I had just been told not long after my Dad found out, it wouldn't be a problem, but I'd already finished making arrangements to go to David's. The other thing is, although my Dad knew my Grandad had cancer, he hadn't been told that he'd refused treatment this time round and was likely to die Jan/Feb. He heard 2nd hand. So he knows how it feels to be kept out of the loop, so why do it to me? For fucks sake. I hate my family so much. They're all fucken useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you take David with you, I hear you all cry. Well I'm trying, but David doesn't want to upset his mum by not being there at Christmas and stuff, he actually likes his family you see. I'll just have to see how it all pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contributes to my even shit day. I have a little over £40 left in my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;overdraft&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna have to get my Dad to pay half my rent this time, and half my rent next time. I am owed a bit of money from here and there, but not enough to keep my head above water. Get a job? Fuck no. I'm a 3rd year, I don't have the time. When I actually have a moment to breathe, I'd like to do just that, I can't work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking the day off "Mental Health Day", the first so far this year after 6 weeks of work. Turns out I needed it more than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so what have I been doing these last few days? Saving money and being miserable mainly. I feel sorry for David having to put up with all this shit. Girlfriends really aren't worth it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what I did tuesday and wednesday, or thursday day, so it's probably safe to say I didn't do anything of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I went to Damage for the first time, at Rock City. It's a monthly metal night that takes place on the 2nd thursday, only a quid to get in as well. I absolutely loved it! Good to see a load of Notts and Notts Trent people again (I can't be arsed with the "look Mummy, I'm popular" stuff as I'm lazy, but hello to everyone that was there). It was awesome. Again! Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David bought us a curry Friday night from Curryholics, it was yummy. Saturday David and I did nothing, but we did it together, and it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was when my depression set in. It had got better today, but amazingly enough it's a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I not spend Christmas with the perosn I love, but I'm gonna loose one of the relatives I actually like. If I'm distant and stuff over the next few days it's cause I've been spending all day crying. I know things could be worse, blah blah blah, but that doesn't stop this from sucking complete donkey balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113197852933674665?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113197852933674665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113197852933674665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113197852933674665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113197852933674665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/40-odd-quid.html' title='40 Odd Quid'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113144998929931022</id><published>2005-11-08T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:39:49.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Time to Update Again</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in like 5 days. Whoops. Shame I don't have anything to say (yet again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bizarre, recently I've been feeling my social life has dramatically improved and that I'm a much happier person as of late, but I feel like I have less to write about. Now how the fuck did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I didn't go on the Notts Trent trip to Birmingham, or our Rocksoc social of free entry and free drink at Echoes. Instead I went to the Town Hall with David to watch the stand-up show of Jeremy Hardy. Man the town hall is shit. I mean it looks nice, but David and I bought 2 drinks (costing £5.05) and then went to go sit in our seats. We were told we couldn't bring glass in to the theatre, which is fair enough. We inquired as to whether there were any plastic cups, the reply being that actually you can't take alcohol in there. What the fuck man? Why can't adults be trusted with alcohol? It's not cause they're woried about you spilling stuff, cause it looked like you could take water and coke in, so what the hell is their problem. We had to neck our drinks. Wankers. They should have made that obvious, I wouldn't have wasted money on the drinks otherwise. Grrr. The actual performance itself was pretty good, I did laugh quite a bit. The only downside was that he kept making jokes about stuff that happened when I was about 3, or before I was born, so I didn't get them. Bastard. Other than that, I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I did Saturday. I remember spending a lot of it in bed with David. You know, in a nice, half asleep, snuggly way. He went off to go sort out car insurance or soemthing, so I stayed in and played computer games. I'm replaying Pikmin 2. I like that game. I was half meant to be going to Nottingham in the evening, but Nottingham men are no different from all other men (David being the only exception) in that they're completely useless, so I stayed in. David went to the pub to meet up with some old chums from when he first got to uni. He got drunk and then came back to mine with a giant kebab, which I helped him eat. It was yummy. Oh yeah, I watched the Amityville Horror (remake) with Blue, Jena, Dan and Nadia. It was petty cool. Started watching the Japanese version of Ring 2 cause it was on TV, but we'd finished our Kebab by that point, and it was like 1am, so we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet more of the weekend was then spent in bed. I then made a Roast Beef roast dinner for David. Another thing I've never cooked, but decided to give it a go. It worked brilliantly. I am becoming the ultimate chef! Oh, I also made apple and blackberry crumble for pudding. It was yummy. I rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I woke up and I felt really sick. I didn't go to my first lecture. I felt fine after I slept in a bit. Lectures were same old, same old. Got ready to go to the pub in the evening, but I felt like shit when we got to JCs and felt like I was gonna throw up, same as I had done first thing in the morning. I went home, played computer games for a bit, then went to bed. Bleurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crap again this morning, so didn't go to my morning lecture. Feel ok-ish now. I blame the pill, same as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I cut the tip of my left middle finger whilst chopping carrots. Ouch. Also I got Rosenrot (Rammstein's new album) through the post a few days ago. It's alright, but not brilliant. I do think they have kinda lost it. Go back to when you were more industrial/dance stuff guys! Oh, and I bought a Zeromancer CD off the net. Should receive it pretty soon. It cost me £10.55 including P&amp;P. Not briliant, but it's so hard to find any of their stuff that's not imported from either America or Sweden. Which is weird, cause they're actually Norweigian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now officially decided I like Machinae Supremacy. Bleepy computer game music with guitars rules! I'm so cultured. I now like a German band, a Norweigian band and a Swedish band. Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113144998929931022?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113144998929931022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113144998929931022&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113144998929931022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113144998929931022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-update-again.html' title='Time to Update Again'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113101782466706086</id><published>2005-11-03T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:40:44.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Lorry Horns</title><content type='html'>I did watch both X-men films. I had forgotten exactly how good they were and forgot about loads of cool bits in them. After watching them, I eventually crawled in to bed gone 1am, when I got a phone call from my drunken boyfriend. He was incredibly wasted. Apparently the exhaust pipe had fallen off his car and he needed to take it to the garage in the morning, so would probably be a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned me the next morning to explain that he was still drunk (and had been sick) so would be even later than he thought. He turned up at mine about hlaf 12, so it wasn't too bad. I guess that extra hour helped. Steph turned up at mine a bit later to pick up a DVD I'd borrowed off her and Chris. She just happened to pick the inoppertune moment at which we (as in David and I) were having sex*. I then fell asleep on David for about an hour or so, then we decided to get up and go in to town to try again to get some food. We phoned ahead to the Newshouse to check they were still serving food and that there wasn't a massive wait. The dude said it was all good, so off we went. Unfortunately when we got there, it turned out they'd run out of practically everything. I wouldn't have minded so much if we hadn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; phoned them. We promptley left and went to 'Spoons just down the road. They didn't have any burgers (my first choice) or whatever it was David wanted (pie I think?) so we both had BBQ chicken melts. Mmmmmm. I could feel my atteries clogging, but it was very tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a bit of time bumming about, then went to see the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at flix. It was pretty good, and I really liked how Johnny Depp played Willy Wonka. Reminded me a lot of Garth from Wayne's World in his mannerisms. I also preferred the fact that you saw what happened to the other children. Having said that, I didn't like the oompa loopmas or their songs or the fact that they didn't do the scary boat monologue, so needless to say, I think I prefer the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, went to school, went to the pub, had a couple of drinks then stayed at mine. It was technically halloween, but I completely forgot about that. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - I might have done something interesting, but if I did, I don't remember. Went to David's for tea and had these really yummy lamb and honey sausages. I don't normally like fancy sausages, but these ones were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Had ;abs forst thing, but finished over an hour early. Went shopping, spent the most I have done is some time, cooked some food, dyed Blue's hair blonde (so he could dye it red) and then went in to town to get some nail varnish remover and some new nail varnish. I then went over to David's and cooked him a roast lamb dinner. I'd never cooked lamb before, and although it took longer than expected, it was very nice indeed. I also bought doughnuts for pudding. I think that went down well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Did all the washing up from last night and then took the bus home. On the way to the bus stop, I got beeped at by 3 different lorries. Now normally approve of this kinda thing, but not from big fuck off lorries. Their horns are so loud it makes me jump out of my skin, and it happened &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3 times!&lt;/span&gt; I really don't enjoy it. Bastard lorry drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on someone's blog (bet you can guess who's). Apparently my life is better than their's. I'm fairly sure I just misused some apostrophes. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="118" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 5.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="112" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 5.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="168" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 8.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="80" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/orbar.gif" height="12" width="48" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 2.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="154" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="74" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 3.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure I agree with a lot of this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*look how raunchy my blog's getting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113101782466706086?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113101782466706086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113101782466706086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113101782466706086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113101782466706086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/11/lorry-horns.html' title='Lorry Horns'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113061228278718346</id><published>2005-10-29T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:04:21.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assault</title><content type='html'>Didn't exactly perk up before I got to Nottingham, but as soon as the night started, I completely forgot that I was all down and depressed and had an awesome time. That's the Nottingham lot for you. They seem to be the best people to have around when you're not feeling so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with the number of people that came along as well, I think 12 or 13 people made it in the end, when my calculations had made it about 6, so we did well there. The bus was there early, so we set out a bit sooner than planned, but it didn't matter. Met Damian at the Speak Easy and we walked down with him to Assault. Not many people were there when we got there, but it meant we got to see everyone in their costummes as they came in. I just couldn't belive the immense effort that pretty much everybody had put it! Most of the outfits were home-made as well, making them the all more impressive. Special mentions have to go to the guys in the funeral procession. There was a guy infront, carrying a candle, a second carrying a bible and reading from it, followed by 4 guys carrying a coffin, followed by another guy. They marched through the club, then set the coffin down, at which point someone got out of it! They'd all dressed up in the same sort of suit and top hat and worn white face make up, it was amazing! There was also someone dressed as the 118 guy, running around shouting "Got your number!", a Jesus with a cross (who won the bloke's fancy dress competition), clockwork orange guy (who chatted me up), a deamon guy who had very convincing wings and lots of people dressed as pirates or serial killers. Jon was Freddy, surprise surpirse! Oh, and I have to mention Notts Trent Pres, Pervy Tom, who was Liono from Thundercats. He was wearing blue lycra. It was really good, but also quite disturbing. Within the girls section, there was a warrior woman (who looked like she was from Stargate, it was very impressive), Robyn Hood (who won the girls' fancy dress), lot of corpse brides, a cheerleader (sexy Julie), a couple of Alice's (including Charlie 2), some nurses, lots of wing-ed things and a rather convincing Chav, who had a carrier bag and everyfink. Even though I had dressed up (as Cat Girl: Crime Fighter!) I felt underdressed. Pictures are to follow, as soon as some one posts them on the Trent forum. I brought my camera with me, but didn't take any pictures (yet again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a few new people. A couple of new Trenters (including Clockwork Orange man), some guy called Chris and some of the old Nottingham Rocksoc presidents, Hugh, Big Stu (who I met at their Xmas party last year) and the current President, Pornstarbarbie. I met a few others, but I don't remember their names, or perhaps wasn't told them. Anyway I had a brilliant time. It was funny to see Spike drunk, so drunk he offered me a 3way with him and Julie, that was amusing, though I doubt he remembers it. Jon also seemed slightly inebriated. It was fun to bully Tom again, as I haven't in a while. I would have also bullied Damian a bit, but if he wasn't DJing, he was chatting up some bird. How rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically it was as expected, a lot of metal, but just enough of everything else to keep me happy. I really enjoyed myself, despite the fact we lost Justine (Jake's missus)for a while, the bus was 30 minutes late and my feet hurt so much. Serves me right for wearing 6" heeled knee high boots. Fashion over function, fashion over function. I eventually crawled in to bed at 3.30am. It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a weird day. I found it hard to sleep this morning, but after my shower, I crashed out on my bed. I've been feeling rather fragile all day, as I often do after big nights out, but I think it's mainly left over from Thursday issues, whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I went in to town, milled about a bit and then tried to eat food. Amber Rooms had basically nothing there, and the wait in Newshouse was 50 minutes, but each time we spent sometime deciding what we wanted before we discovered this. In the end we went to Woody's. Neither of us were impressed with our favourite sandwich shop. David had to have "evil" white bread, and it was covered in a giant layer of marg. Bleurgh. I had a meatball bagettem but only got about 4/5 meatballs, which was  abit stingy. It was quite nice, but not £2.95 nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has gone out to a work mates house for wine tasting. I was invited, but I don't like wine, so I think I'd be most bored. I was planning to play Theme Park Inc all night (as I hadn't played it yet), but the controls are a bit weird, and I don't really like it. Sorry Waffle :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go watch X-men, then X-men 2. They're cool films. I wanna be Mystique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113061228278718346?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113061228278718346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113061228278718346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113061228278718346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113061228278718346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/assault.html' title='Assault'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113049126411991595</id><published>2005-10-28T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:21:04.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a lot to report over the past couple of days. Went to school, hung around with David, ate food, watched TV, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Subversion last night, but left at about 11pm since I was in a perculiar mood. I was all agitated and stressed out for no apparent reason. It's a similar feeling to the being depressed for no reason, but I've never got it when I've been out. David walked me home and I sat on the net for a bit before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Rich found the piece missing from my Sin City stand and gave me the rest of it. I now have Bruce Willis in my room! Mmmmmm, Bruce Willis *dribble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my radiochem labs this afternoon. I don't wanna go. I missed my 9am lecture too. Kinda on purpose. I just wasn't in the right mood. Think it was still left over from last night. Hopefully I'll perk up before I go to Nottingham for Assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this test, and yet again I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the same result as Damian. I think mine's fairly accurate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LA/LAD/LadyTigerEyes/1129934688_terflyeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="butterflyeyes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUTTERFLY EYES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have Butterfly&lt;br&gt;Eyes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positive Traits:&lt;/b&gt; Thoughtful,&lt;br&gt;Intelligent, Humble, Clever, Open&lt;br&gt;Minded&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative Traits:&lt;/b&gt; Elitist,&lt;br&gt;Conceited, Apathetic, Cold, Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/Your%20eyes%20are%20the%20windows%20to%20your%20soul.%20What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113049126411991595?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113049126411991595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113049126411991595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113049126411991595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113049126411991595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-lot-to-report-over-past-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113033524654240631</id><published>2005-10-26T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:00:46.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><content type='html'>I'm a kitten, and here's the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 8px; margin: 8px; font: 12px sans-serif; color: #000000; line-height: 20px; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; background-color: #ffffff; font: bold 16px sans-serif; color: #000000; margin: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; padding: 0px;"&gt;You Are A: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/kitty.html" target="_top"&gt;Kitten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cuteducky.com/img/kitty.jpg" style="border: none; margin: 0px 12px 12px 0px; float: left; height: 100px width: 100px" alt="kitty cat"&gt;Cute as can be, kittens are playful, mischevious, and ever-curious. Your mischevious side is part of what makes you a kittenKittens are often loving, but are known to scratch or bite when annoyed. These adorable animals are the most popular pets in the United States--37% of American households have at least one cat.  Whether it is your gentle purr or your disarming appearance, you make a wonderful kitten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were almost a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/monkey.html" target="_top"&gt;Monkey&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/duckling.html" target="_top"&gt;Duckling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are least like a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/ghog.html" target="_top"&gt;Groundhog&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/turtle.html" target="_top"&gt;Turtle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animal_quiz.html" style="clear: both; display: block; text-align: center; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Cute Animal Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once I didn't get the same result as Damian. I believe he was a bear cub, which is still pretty cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113033524654240631?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113033524654240631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113033524654240631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113033524654240631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113033524654240631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-113023575946293544</id><published>2005-10-25T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:22:39.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post</title><content type='html'>Or so I'm told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent sulking. Not really sure why, just one of those days I guess. I perked up for the oncoming evening. David drove me to the station to meet Damian, and even Jon was coming as wlel, which was nice. David dropped us off at mine, where we sat and watched some cheesey action film (which is as old as me) called Biggles. It was awful, so awful, it was infact amazing. The concept of "time twins" was brilliant. It's the sort of film Joey from friends would be "acting" in. It's the sort of film you sit around with all your mates before you go out somewhere, which is exactly what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off down to comedy club and grabbed us some good seats. To no one's surprise, Damian heckled both comedians, who actually used the same tactic of "I've got a PA, so I'm going to talk over you". I wasn't impressed with either comedian really. I laughed a bit, but not that much, certainly nothing funny enough to mention. When that finished, we queued up to get in for Bowling for Soup. Bumped in to a couple of our freshers in the queue, it was nice to chat to them. Once inside, I bumped in to even more people I know, who I said hello to. The first band (Army of Freshmen or something) were a bit rubbish, but during the last song or two, we pushed to the front of the crowd for MC Lars, who we were actually there to see. The lead singer became what Henry Rollins would call "Punk rock PA jumper man" as he climbed to the top of the PA stack and jumped off. People actually caught him, which I was surprised at, I wouldn't have caught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC Lars came on with his "post-punk laptop rap" set. I loved it, as did the other, ooo, let's say 7 people near the front. It was kind of annoying, as clearly eveyone at the front was there for BFS, and even though they weren't on for nearly 2 hours, they weren't budging. I hate it when people do that, especially when they're not even going to pretend to get in the mood for the support acts. No one really got MC Lars. I think it's cause it's all about the lyrics, not the Mac generated noises that count as background music, and it was difficult to hear what he was saying. It didn't help when he mentioned how America saved England from Germany, everyone booed and missed the next line which would have made the whole thing make more sense. Idiots. Still, I loved it, and went out and bought his CD later, from MC Lars himself and he even signed it for me! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! "Becci, tahnks for being fresh! MC Lars". Jon, Damina and I stood around chatting to him for a bit, then made our own conversation which Jebus (another of our freshers) joined in with. It was pretty cool. Completely missed Amercian Hi-Fi (what a shame) and then went home with David before BFS even made it on stage. Let's face it, by the time you're a head-liner, you've sold out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I cooked David a massive roast dinner followed by apple crumble and custard. It was very yummy, even if I do say so myself. In the evening we went to see Batman Begins at Flix. It was pretty cool, although perhaps a bit too much background story. I was getting bored and waiting for Christian Bale to kcik some ass, afterall, we know how good he is at that! He did eventually get round to it, and not once did the special effects piss me off (which is unusual to say the least). I did quite like it, but it wasn't as good as I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - didn't get up for my morining lectures, I have aquired quite a bad cold, the kind that makes you feel like death first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Made it to the rest of them though. Was supposed to go to the Rocksoc GM in the evening, but something pretty serious came up. I don't really wanna talk about it (so don't bother asking) but it's potentially very serious and I can't sort it out until next week. If I seem a bit quiet/down/disconnected, that's why, but again, DON'T BOTHER ASKING, I'm not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm clearly joking, I've gone to watch loads of bands when they're headlining, I just think Bowling for Soup suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-113023575946293544?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/113023575946293544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=113023575946293544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113023575946293544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/113023575946293544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/200th-post.html' title='200th Post'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112997167102168845</id><published>2005-10-22T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:01:11.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>It's early, I'm tired, but I had to get up. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday day was nothing much to report on. Lectures didn't start until 2pm, but also didn't finish until 6pm. In the evening I got ready for Subversion and Ionce I eventually decided what to wear, Blue, Jena and I went out. I had quite a good time and had forgotten that it isn't that hard to dance in my thigh high boots. I may wear them to the halloween party next week, although it does mean I can't wear my stockings and suspenders. Oh the decisions! Anyway, I was having a fairly good time, until some guy from compsoc started shouting at me. I realised he was standing with dotwaffle, so thought "ah, so it's not abuse", so went over to see what they wanted. Apparently this guy just didn't believe that dotwaffle could possibly know me as I was "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; attractive". Now I wouldn't have minded so much, but he really emphasized the word "reasonably" and that's almost insulting, especially coming from some ugly twat. I was stunning compared to any girl he could &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; hope of getting. Cunt. And he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; saying it. I really wanted to smack his face in. He also said a lot of other twattish things, but I've managed to block them from my memory. I've decided, with the exception of Dotwaffle, compsoc are a bunch of wankers. It wasn't all bad though, as the fresher I was chatting to last week (martin) came over to say hello and sort of chatted me up a bit. Bless him. I like that I'm the sexy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - had to get up early for my stupid 9am lecture and then had to find where my tutorial was. It was in the Chemical Engineering department, which is all the way at the other end of campus. Now to most people this isn't far, but at this university, the biggest campus on Europe is pretty big. It's alright though, I got Robin to drive me there. Only had an hour for lunch, so I had soem minging food from the union. I didn't get up in time to make me an edible sandwich. Will try to next time though. My radiochem labs didn't go so great, we kept fucking stuff up. I blame the lab scripts, they really aren't clear. I did present the lab tech with a banana though. Proffesor Warwick heard it was nation buy your teacher an apple day or something, and decided since Linda (lab tech) was ill, but came in anyway, she deserved an apple, so he bought her a banana, then made me (not sure why he picked me) present it to her infront of the class and he took a picture, which he says is going on the wall. I hope I looked alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a waste of time. We are supposed to have a social every monday and every friday, for which we meet in JCs at 8pm before we head in to town. Blue made it for 8pm (i wasn't dressed yet) but no one was there. He waited for 15 minutes, still no one turned up, so he came back home and we went to the Phantom for 9pm. Still, no one was there. we decided to go home, since neither of us eally wanted to be there anyway. We found Metal Luke on the way, so we took him back with us and watched bits of QI, some Bruce Willis film, until we eventually put Monty Python's Holy Grail on and made Dan and his bird Nadia watch it with us. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to meet Damian at the station and babysit him whilst we go to the first Sabotage of the year. Bowling for Soup are playing, but we're going to for MC Lars. He is cool. I'll write more about this when it's actually happened. I'm gonna go eat some breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112997167102168845?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112997167102168845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112997167102168845&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112997167102168845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112997167102168845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112973047339749592</id><published>2005-10-19T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:01:13.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Title in Working</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days since my last update, so I feel I should post something. Not really sure if I have naything to say though. Oh well, it's never stopped me before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent recovering, still from Friday. I think I got mildly poisoned by something, cause I felt pretty sick all day Saturday and it lasted until Sunday evening. I stayed in bed only til about half 10 though, as I was worried I wouldn't sleep later. David spent the day shopping for a new car with Kinge, as he had done the day before. He eventually decided to buy a Honda Civic circa 1997. He'll be picking it up later today. In the evening I was planning to cook him a cottage pie, but I felt really ill, so he sent me to bed and cooked it himself. It was really nice, but I could barely eat any of it. It was alright though, cause we then went to see Sin City at Flix with Blue. I hadn't seen it yet. It was awesome. It wasn't what I expected, mainly cause I was waiting for the moment when all the storylines merged, but they didn't Whoops. It was still kick ass though. I laughed so much when anyone got anything in the face, or lost an arm. Those are funny injuries. I'll probably wanna watch it again though before I buy it on DVD though, just to double check it's as cool the 2nd time round. Though it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; have Bruce Willis in it *dribble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday involved getting up early for 9am lectures. Bastards. I had a fairly busy day, didn't finish til 6pm, then had to get ready to go to the pub. I was suppoed to meet up with freshers at JCs at 8pm. I was late, but I think I was always gonna be. Loads of people turned up though, and people seemed to enjoy the Three Nuns. Hoepfully it'll be a regular occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't start til 3pm yesterday, which was nice. Only half wasted the morning. I got up before 10am, did some washing and tidied my room, it fucken needed it. I also started actually putting up my posters. Spent the rest of it on the net (what a surprise) Think I may some nails and a hammer for my flags though. In the evening I went over to David's, and we got out Hostage (mmmm Bruce Willis) from Blockbuster to celebrate our official 1 year anniversary. David was trying to tell me that since it was our anniversary, we needed a nice romantic film. It wasn't gonna happen. Girly films, bleurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my organic labs today. They were alright, although I yet again didn't get as much done as I wanted. I have carefully planned out next week's session though, so all will fall in to place, or at least in theory it will. I'll probably have a shower sometime soon and try to figure out how to hide my GIANT spot. I haven't had such a massive one for ages, and recently my skin routine has been perfect. Fucker. Lost is on later though, so that'll make up for it. I might even get driven about in David's new car for a bit too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112973047339749592?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112973047339749592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112973047339749592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112973047339749592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112973047339749592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/title-in-working.html' title='Title in Working'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112946754772390537</id><published>2005-10-16T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:59:08.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The City of Rock 3: Rock Hard with a Vengeance</title><content type='html'>It was quite a night last night, which is why it shall get it's only entry pretty much all to itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to just about get ready on time and make it to JCs. We met up with quite a few freshers, not freshers and non members too. Before we left, there was actually about 19 of us. This may not sound a lot, but the maximum a Rocksoc trip had managed was 14 since I've been at Uni. It's odd as we've actually got fewer members this year, but those who have joined seem far more enthusiastc, which is great. We were going to head to the Three Nuns, where we were to meet up with a few others, but a phone call from Charlie 2 revealed that the pub was shut. A lot of people questionned why we hadn't checked if the pub was going to be open. Why wouldn't the pub be open? It's a saturday night for fucks sake! We decided the Phantom would probably be the best, as we could all fit outside. I phoned the bus driver and asked if it was possible to meet us there. Fortunately he couldn't find the Three Nuns, so was more than happy to meet elsewhere. Before we left, we managed to get 26 people on the coach. Awesome. That's double our trip record number! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue had arisen earlier. Damian and Spike had informed me that bands were infact playing last night, and the doors wouldn't really be open until 11pm. It wasn't too bad, as we had planned to go to Speak Easy first, it just meant we'd stay about 30 minutes longer than originally wanted. On the plus side it meant we got time to talk to all the newbies and say "hello" to the Trent lot who met us there. We had a couple of drinks and made sure everyone was alright before we made a move for Rock City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, problem No.3 occurred. One of our Freshers (Rachael I think her name was) got IDed, but didn't have her driving license and they wuldn't accept NUS. I totally forgot that Rock City can be a bit shit for that sort of thing. No one else had any trouble, so I gave her my driver's licence, cause I was the only girl that looked even vaguely like her. She got in alright, but when I got to the door to give the bouncer my ticket, she stopped all of us, as she'd seen us discussing how to get our fresher in, and decided to ID us all. Of course, Rachael still had my license and she wouldn't accept NUS either. Blue managed to get it back quickly and hand it to me so I "magically found it" in my bag. The bouncer was trying to tell me that it wasn't me. I pointed out that my NUS card matched the name and DOB, and the pictures were clearly of me. She was really trying to think of a reason to not let me in, saying someone just handed it to me and stuff, but even if they had, it's still me and I'm over 18! The security guard came over and was like "yeah, that's her" and walked off. The bouncer was still trying to stop me, but I pointed out security said it was fine. She then decided to inform me she wasn't happy about letting me in. As if I cared. Bitch. Some people have nothing better to do. It wasn't like we got anyone under age in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that heart-skipping few minutes, I started to relax again. Danced with Julie, Damian and Jon from Trent for a couple of songs and started to wonder round everywhere. I didn't stay in any one room for very long last night, it was all a bit rubbish really. I'm not much of a fan of Rock City, but it was below even their usual "standard". I still had a good fun though, the Trent lot are got at entertaining. Thanks to Damian and Tom for hugging me, I really needed it, I was feeling like shit, especially after Friday night. I was actually quite glad that we were only staying until 2am, I was also pretty tired. I didn't do as much dancing as I usually did, but it was all good. It's weird, I feel like it was quite a rubbish night, yet I totally enjoyed it. We also managed to not lose anyone when we were leaving, and everyone got home safely. Despite the hiccups, I'd call the trip a complete success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I shall be cuddling up with my David. I think I'm gonna try to cook cottage pie (or something along those lines) for him this evening, followed by butterscotch flavour angel delight. At the moment he's car browsing with King. I would have gone, but I' wouldn't have been any help. I also wanted to sleep some more. Didn't get in to bed til gone 3am. I'm such a party animal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112946754772390537?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112946754772390537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112946754772390537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112946754772390537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112946754772390537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/city-of-rock-3-rock-hard-with.html' title='The City of Rock 3: Rock Hard with a Vengeance'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112937621233544288</id><published>2005-10-15T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:36:52.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted!</title><content type='html'>I did this test a while ago and thought it was hilarious, so I've finally got around to posting it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CH/CHA/Chaotic14/1128547995_in-condoms.jpg" border="0" alt="NIN condom"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Metal-Head condom!!&lt;br /&gt;While anyone can be crazy you enjoy the taboo parts&lt;br&gt;of sex. You have a naturally rebelious&lt;br&gt;personality which equate into sex exploration.&lt;br&gt;This may not be evident outside the bedroom,&lt;br&gt;the you comes out when the lights go off and&lt;br&gt;the door closes behind you. Your might even&lt;br&gt;think the more the merrier!&lt;pantpantpant&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Position: Anal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Chaotic14/quizzes/Condoms!!%20what%20is%20your%20kind%20of%20condom%20AND%20what%20does%20it%20mean%3F(%20with%20pics%20not%20dirty%20sheesh!)/"&gt; Condoms!! what is your kind of condom AND what does it mean?( with pics not dirty sheesh!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was aweosme. I got totally trashed. I had 2 Gin &amp; Lemonades, 2 vodka red bulls, a shot of cherry vodka and 2 wkds. That's loads more than I usually manage it a night out. When we were in Echoes I could barely stand up. Still managed to shake my smoo though, even if I did stumble about a bit. It was cool to see some of the freshers out. It started out thin, but a few people seemed to meet us there and they all seemed really cool and friendly. David and I eventually departed at about 1am and got a kebab from Rainbows on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I feel quite delicate, but I have all day to recover before Rock City this evening. I am starting to lead quite the hectic party life style. I also have joined 2 societies this year. Why didn't I do all this stuff before my final year? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112937621233544288?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112937621233544288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112937621233544288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112937621233544288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112937621233544288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/wasted.html' title='Wasted!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112930601937779931</id><published>2005-10-14T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:06:59.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialites</title><content type='html'>Tuesday remained to be fairly uneventful. Although it was one of those nights where i randomly felt depressed for no apparent reason. It's been making me think about whether switching pills has made much difference. I don't think I've had a mental about anything, like I used to, but I didn't necessarrily have one every month before anyway. The depression wasn't too bad though. Man I'm such a fucken Goff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Had to get early to get to my Organic labs. I hate having to stand up for 4 hours, it hurts my feet.I didn't get as much done as I'd have liked, so I'll just work harder next session. I went over to David's where we watched TV, including Lost. This episode made me cry. I'm such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was alright. I didn't have anything til 2pm, which is always nice. Had my first Radiochem lecture, as the dude actually turned up this week. It was the best lecture I've had so far, as it was the most interesting. It's confirmed the fact that I picked a really good module and that this is the area of Chemistry that I would like to go in to. Apparently Adtra Zenica have a few Radiochem things going on, and since it's nearby, that's pretty good news. I think I'll start looking in to applying for a job there. I think it would be a good field to go in to, as although they're lacking Chemists everywhere, Radiochemistry and Nuclear Chemistry is particularly bad. Also, since the fossil fuels are running out, and the "clean" energy sources aren't very sophisticated yet, it is inevitable that the UK will maintain the current  Nuclear Power Stations, but they'll also build new ones within the next 10 years. Kick ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbversion was enjoyable, if a little quiet. I get the feeling like no one was there, but I don't think I could name anyone that wasn't really. Which is odd. I even saw Dotwaffle there, which is unusual. I went home about half 12, since I knew I had to up in the morning for 9am. I danced like crazy to a few tracks though, which is all good, and spent quite a bit of time speaking to e few n00bs, including Barry and Martin, who seem pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been alright. The weather has finally cooled down a bit. I haven't been liking the heat when I've been in lectures, it's been quite uncomfortable. Later I shall be meeting the freshers at JCs then taking them to the Phantom to get drunk. Oh yeah, and I finished my Radiochem labs early. Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112930601937779931?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112930601937779931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112930601937779931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112930601937779931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112930601937779931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/socialites.html' title='Socialites'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112902253891237755</id><published>2005-10-11T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:22:18.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Asleep</title><content type='html'>I'm so very sleepy. I may go back to bed, but I'll update here first, since I haven't done for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Had a few lectures. I think I even had one where the guy didn't show. He forgot about us. Since it was only the first lecture of that module, I wasn't too worried, there's plenty of time to fit it in. This was also the night of the first Subversion of term (a week earlier than it usually is). David couldn't make it as he has his second interview for the job he wanted first thing friday morning. Loads of people were there, and the dancefloor was kept filled for most of the night. Much fun was had by all. I think I over did it though, my neck ached for days after. Too much headbanging, again. I didn't stay til the end, as I had a 9am, but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Had a 9am lecture for which I felt rather dead. Managed to keep up with the notes though. It was quite amusing in a way, cause when the lecture started, only about half the class was there, but by 20 past, most people had managed to roll in. Don't think that's ever happened in one of my lectures before. It was the only thing I had all day, which was nice. David found out he didn't get the job, but he did come a very close second. Since he was a bit down and I was shattered, we decided to stay in and watched a Kevin Spacey film. Swimming with Sharks or something. It was pretty good. We also ate lots of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Went in to town to get loads of bits and pieces. Since I'm getting more in to my cooking, I decided I needed a few things. I bought a tuperware set, some scales, a lasagne dish and a casserole dish, although I don't intend to cook either lasagne or casserole. I also got two pairs of fish net tights, one with normal sized holes, the other pair were technically "whale" net tights. I also got me a couple of plain black over the knee socks. I've come to realise you can't have stripy socks with every outfit. I then went back to mine and helped Blue and Charlie sort the fresher packs. Jenna lent us a hand as well. Oh, and Charlie dyed my hair black again, yey! We also watched Resident Evil, followed by Resident Evil Apocalypse. Milla Jovovich don't half get naked a lot in her films. And she always has some flimst white sheet thing to "cover up" her essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Got up stupidly early to have a shower and then decide what to wear to the Freshers' Fair. I wore my PVC skirt and a corset type top to entice all the young men to join. I think we did pretty well. Although the gayness of everyone having to sign up online this year may have hampered our overall membership. David brought me some lunch, which was really nice and sweet, and it was very yummy. I'm so lucky. I believe I cooked him some Chili for tea. We were gonna go watch Madagascar (the film) at the first Flix night that evening, but the projector blew up, so we couldn't. We do get money off next time though. I think I'll become a member this year, they've got some awesome films on. Instead we went to Sarah and Luke's house to be social. I got drunk. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Had a few lectures, nothing very interesting. Got ready for Rock@LSU. Then everything went horribly wrong. We'd booked room 1 and specifically asked that JC's bar be locked, so people couldn'; wonder through, but in the brilliant wisdom that is the union, they decided our entrance would be through this door. The champagne night in Cognito decided that they also need then entirity of the Piazza, so we couldn't possibly use that entrance. They also tried to stop us from having access to the Room 1 toilets and make us use the ones in JCs. Some bitch slapping was done, we got the toilets. The bar also didn't open. Even though we'd booked it from 9pm onwards, apparently the staff turned up at 8pm, realised we weren't there, and went home. Brilliant. It took a fair bit of bitch slapping to sort that one out, but it was sorted, and things started to go a bit better. We took £224 on the door. Not sure about the bar. I enjoyed my DJ set, but apparently no one else did. There was a maximum of about 6 people of the dancefloor at any given time. I was even playing all the "get everyone on the dancefloor emergency" tracks. Still, people did enventually dance. On a more self-involved note, whilst I was djing, some guy (I think he was a fresher) wrote out loads of requests, then put his number on the bottom and "Call me!". I'm very flattered. I still got it. On the downside of Me related things, some fresher also asked me if I was wearing pants, since his mates didn't think I was. Serves me right for wearing a thong with a short skirt whilst dancing. It got worse though, some guys told Jenna (Blue's gf) that she should "watch out" for me, I'll probably try and steal Blue! Oh, and I've "been through so many guys, it's unbelievable". WHAT THE FUCK!?! Since I've been at uni, I've been with 3 people, and only 2 had anything to do with Rocksoc. I'm curious as to where they got their information from. They don't even know the first thing about me man, it's fucken crazy. Think it was Herod's ex-girfriend's friend that said this though, so he may have got his info from that psycho hose beast, which could explain a few things.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - My limbs ache. I'm sleepy. I want to be up so as I sleep tonight though. I don't have a lecture til 3. Wikidbad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112902253891237755?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112902253891237755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112902253891237755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112902253891237755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112902253891237755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/half-asleep.html' title='Half Asleep'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112896292737149786</id><published>2005-10-10T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:58:28.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock@LSU</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's back! It's the start of a new term, and this year we're back in the union for our Rock night. To make it even better, we're even in the main room! RAWK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have time to update properly, as I have to get ready for it all, but this is a promise to say that I will. Probably tomorrow night if I have time, if not, it'll be wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even get to DJ tonight. Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, a birthday shout out to Damian, who is 24 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "shout out". I'm so MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a personality test to make up fr my lack of words today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E1E1E1;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112896292737149786?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112896292737149786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112896292737149786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112896292737149786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112896292737149786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/rocklsu.html' title='Rock@LSU'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112852081539833452</id><published>2005-10-05T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:22:51.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 Skool</title><content type='html'>My country is now under the control of a "Corrupt Dictator". Double whoops. It's not my fault I know what's best for my people and they don't know shit. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uni is now back in full swing. Schwing. Yesterday I had 3 lectures, 2 of which were from one of my choice modules. I'm glad I chose it. I like it so far and it seems like it's gonna be fairly easy. It'll be a lot of work, but I won't hate it. Also had my first lab session today, that was part of the same choice module. The write ups sound a bit mean, but I bet they're better than the Analytical option. I did really well, getting 1 and a bit experiments done. I may even finish the sessions early at this rate. My feet hurt though. Note to self: do not wear 4 inch heeled ankle boots in labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what else I've been up to, expect that I did cook the yummiest stir fry ever yesterday for me and David. I think stir fry is becoming my favourite dish. I never seem to fuck that one up, whereas even though I cook chilli more often, it isn't always as perfect as I know it can be. Oh, and when I do a roast I mess one thing up, but only a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to get up tomorrow morning! I don't have anything til 2pm on Thursday for the whle semester, which means I get a full 24 hours off uni, as my labs finish at 1pm on a Wednesday. This would be cooler if I actually went out wednesday nights, but instead I will be going out Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. Ah well. It'll give me time to do my work anyway, plus I can always watch Lost. Wikidbad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this test, I thought it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Daddy Is Darth Vader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/daddy12.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Call Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why You Love Him:&lt;/strong&gt; He knows best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/"&gt;Who's Your Daddy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112852081539833452?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112852081539833452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112852081539833452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112852081539833452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112852081539833452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-2-skool.html' title='Back 2 Skool'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112825032341924319</id><published>2005-10-02T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:52:03.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap Sticks</title><content type='html'>I feel like crap. This lurgy thing has turned in to you run of the mill cold, but I'm all snotted up, coughing and sneezing everywhere. Mmmm, sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means I've haven't been out for the past couple of nights. I didn't get to go to the Phantom and Echos on friday, and last night I also got an invite to the Phantom and round to King and Bee's house as they just got back from China. But everywhere would have been filled with smoke, and given that I can barely breathe, I thought it best to stay in and sulk. Well, I added the sulking in. Friday wasn't so bad as Damian was on MSN and managed to keep me company until David got here. Last night I just played Yuri's Revenge and completed the allied missions. I forgot that Yuri's Revenge annoyed me cause it acts like the Allies won the war. Of course they did in their set of events, but the Soviets ruled the world in their senario, so why make both sets of missions start off as if the allies won? It's a bit silly really. Today I think I'll do the Soviet missions and change the outcome of the war ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered a new band! Well, they're not new, but I only just found out about them, and they rule. Zeromancer. I love 'em. Kinda industrially, I would describe them as a cross between gODHEAD and old school Pitchshifter. Thanks to Damian for giving me 11 of their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also now made my own Nation. Awesome. Apparently it's a Libertarian Police State. Well it was, but I just checked, and now it's an Iron Fist Socialists nation. Turns out I'm quite the dictator. Whoops. Anyway, check out http://www.nationstates.net if you fancy being the ruler of your own country. It's fun! You can't go to war, but you make all the political decisions that shape your people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112825032341924319?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112825032341924319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112825032341924319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112825032341924319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112825032341924319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/10/crap-sticks.html' title='Crap Sticks'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112801166560465068</id><published>2005-09-29T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:34:25.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Real Update</title><content type='html'>Just pointing out some changes I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added on a site meter thingy, which should be at the bottom of my blog. I've also added on a link to Darren's weblog, and a link to Charlie1's LJ. I've taken off her weblog, as she doesn't appear to use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112801166560465068?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112801166560465068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112801166560465068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112801166560465068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112801166560465068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-real-update.html' title='Not A Real Update'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112790388661063024</id><published>2005-09-28T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:50:35.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Crazy Dreams</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've bothered to write about one of my mental dreams, I have them on far too much of a regular basis to keep you totally informed. I just think this one deserved a special mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to talk to some guy about me (we all know how much I hate to talk about me), but he also took my brother and Marilyn Manson in the same room as he wanted to talk to them too. It was weird, as Marilyn Manson was about David's height in my dream, when in reality I know he's over 6ft. Anyway, this guy started off by asking me who my favourite band was, what got me in to them and describe why I like them so much. It was kinda embarrassing, cause obviously Marilyn Manson are my favourite band, and I was going on about them, whilst Marilyn Manson was sitting there cringing. He did smile a bit about a couple of things, and eventually we got talking about the first video of his I ever saw. Not sure what really happened then, but that was kinda weird. It got weirder though (as my dreams do) and I was in some mall like rock club. I bumped in to all my little witchy/goth friends from my secondary school and hugged all of them and we were talking and decided to take part in some game thing. It was kinda like a treasure hunt. We had to go to each floor and get something to complete this riddle thing. We were on the 17th floor. Somewhere on the 16th floor, I lost them, so decided to go to the 15th floor and wait for them, only the lift was all a bit weird. I pressed down expecting it to go down one floor, but it didn't, it kept going down, so I pressed open doors so it would stop at the next floor. I then realised I wasn't wearing a top?!? my clothes (from my top half, including my bra) were on the floor in the corner, so I quickly put a top on before the doors opened. No one was there, and then I tried to go to the 15th floor, but the buttons only went to 7, so i pressed 5 and we started going down. I stopped the lift, pressed up and then 5, and I went back up to the 15th floor. That's all I can remember. Very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm coming down with the lurgy. I've been a bit snotty for a couple of days and keep waking up with a really sore throat. My left throat gland is also a bit swollen this morning. I blame Damian. Apparently you can transmit germs through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it home from David's alright though, I just slept in for a bit. I caught the bus as I decided I was too ill to walk. When I got off the bus my coat (full length leather) did that really cool billowy thing in the wind. I love it when my coat does that, it's so cool. I need a new coat though, it's not long enough in the arms. My mum says she'll buy me a new one when I graduate. This does mean she'll make me go to the graduation ceremony, but at least I'll get a coat out of it, it'll almost make it worth going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT: I (yet again) forgot to mention David's good news. He recently went for an interview at work, and has now been given a second interview. If he gets the job he'll be earning loads more money, Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just did this quiz to find out how fuckable I am. Again, stolen from Damian's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" The Punching bag"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are  80 fuckable! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're fuckable. Probably fucked, too. You can be so wild&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that you may even be, well, how should I put this nicely,&lt;br /&gt;easy. Wild and kinky is good, but you should lean to use it in&lt;br /&gt;maderation. Hold out a bit when it comes to having sex with a new&lt;br /&gt;person. You don't have to let it all hang out! Sure, people want you,&lt;br /&gt;but it's probably because they know they could have you. It's ok to&lt;br /&gt;play hard-to-get once and a while. In fact, it makes you even sexier! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/mt_pics/160/16059182838139484263/7218933383172273370-3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="126"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="24"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;84%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;humpers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid="7218933383172273370'"&gt;The how fuckable are you? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid="16059182838139484263'"&gt;ShizzleBitch&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that in the last 4 quizzes I've done, I've got the same result as Damian. Maybe I should start to worry...&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/7149937-112790388661063024?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112790388661063024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112790388661063024&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112790388661063024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112790388661063024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/even-more-crazy-dreams.html' title='Even More Crazy Dreams'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112782026578803370</id><published>2005-09-27T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:24:25.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Try, Try Again</title><content type='html'>*breathes deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must...remain...calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice pudding I mentioned in my last proper post wasn't so great. It ended up being a bit chewy. Time to invest in some scales and an over-proof dish me thinks. All was good though, since it turned out David was making rice pudding for me that evening. It was yummy, and it even had a jam smiley face on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I spent most of sat infront of this very screen, chatting away to Damian. The poor little bunny is all ill and has been off work since. Got some sort of throat lurgy. Everyone say "Aww, bless". I also never really made it to Signs &amp; Designs. Well, we did, but when we got there, the dude was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we tried to go to Signs &amp; Designs again, but it turns out they close at 3pm on a friday. D'oh. Later that day, I went round to David's. He cooked a really yummy roast as his Mum was coming over to stay the night. We also had egg custard tart for pudding. Mmmmm. I'm always scared when other people's (especially boyfriend's) relatives come over to visit, as parents never really seem to like me. It was ok though, I forgot how nice David's mum is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up early and headed off to Sheffield to visit Steph and Chris. Chris gave us rubbish directions, so we got lost for about an hour, but we got there eventually. We got some meat and had a BBQ, as we decided it was probably one of the last days of the year we could have one. Yum yum, meat. Later we all got dressed up all sexy and went off down to Sheffield Student's union to meet up with their Rocksoc. I got drunk. We went to some other pub, then headed off for Corporation. Corporation really wasn't what I expected it to be. It was much smaller than I thought and the music was very specialised in each room, there wasn't your average in-betweeny room that plays very contempory mainstream rock at all. The biggest room was old-school/classic metal, the tiny room was goth/industrial and the top room was kinda harcore metal/screamo stuff. I did quite like the top room, and got in a good half hour of dancing like a mentalist or so, but it just wasn't what I expected. We left not long after as Steph badly injured herself. I'm still not entirely sure what happened, but it involved jumping off something and landing on something else, which resulted in a chunk of her leg missing. We found Chris and got a taxi to the nearest hospital, only to find it didn't have an A&amp;E department. We got another taxi to the walk-in centre, only to find it shut at 10pm. The last hospital was quite far away and would have cost £40 in a taxi there and back, and the injury wasn't serious enough to phone an ambulance. So we went back to theirs, bandaged Steph up as best we could and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, they all got up early and took Steph to the walk-in centre, whilst I stayed in bed. Apparently the nurse said it might never heal properly since the skin had started trying to heal on to the exposed muscle and we should have got it seen to last night. If I had been there I would have screamed at her. The good news is, nothing's broken, although she might have bruised the bone. Steph's off work for a few days though since she can't really walk or drive. Everyone say "Aww, bless". When they got back, they all went to sleep, so I sat and watched some DVDs. Chris later got up again and cooked us a big fat roast dinner, followed by rhubarb pie and custard, mmmmmmm. David and I went back to Lufbra, curled up infront of the TV and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after attempting to write my entry, I went to Signs &amp; Designs and got everything sorted. The good news is that even though we got there later than we wanted with our designs, it'll all still be ready in time for the Freshers' fair. Yey! After David finished work, we went shopping and then got a curry. I like curry. Poor David was too tired to cook, so he made take-away, it was yummy. I think we're both still recovering from the weekend. My neck still hurts, too much head-banging me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall attempt to make sausage casserole for the first time. I've seen David do it, now I'm gonna try. Hopeflly it'll trun out better than the rice pudding. Oh yeah, I also picked up my time table today. It looks pretty hectic, but then I think it's got all the modules listed, and I can't remember which ones I picked. I'll figure it out eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112782026578803370?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112782026578803370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112782026578803370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112782026578803370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112782026578803370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/try-try-again.html' title='Try, Try Again'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112773728821821160</id><published>2005-09-26T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:21:28.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm well pissed off</title><content type='html'>I wrote a huge entry just now, describing my fun events of the weekend and stuff, but when I pressed "publish post" blogger asked me to sign in first. It took me back my dashboard homepage and published nothing. My entry has now been lost in to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also at the same time that Spike was explaining to me how shit Blogger is. I won't give in though, I still prefer this place to LJ, no matter what anyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still have my Rocky Horrow test results though. I stole it from Damian's LJ. Unfortunately we've just been having an arguement who is more shallow. I reckon I am, but this test says otherwise. I'm not surprised I scored more on morals though. It proves nothing though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Frank N. Furter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 73 ego, and 22 morals,! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Dr. Frank N. Furter.&lt;br /&gt;You are a TOTAL DIVA. &lt;br /&gt;You are very confident, very secure, and you expect worship from&lt;br /&gt;everyone. You enjoy having all eyes on you and feeling sexy and loved.&lt;br /&gt;You pride yourself on getting what you want. No matter what. You&lt;br /&gt;sometimes find yourself unable to care about people who are weak. You&lt;br /&gt;like sex A LOT. You like to dominate people. A lot. You've probably&lt;br /&gt;broken and lot of hearts and shown your lovers some very wild bedroom&lt;br /&gt;moves. Then thrown them out on their asses.&lt;br /&gt;You were voted "Most Likely To Die of A Venereal Disease" &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/906/142/9071432501724672011/mt1126293841.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="137"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="13"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;91%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="144"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;4%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;morals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=7981708186986561867'&gt;The Rocky Horror Character Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=9071432501724672011'&gt;funkdafied&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112773728821821160?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112773728821821160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112773728821821160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112773728821821160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112773728821821160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-well-pissed-off.html' title='I&apos;m well pissed off'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112738778898871352</id><published>2005-09-22T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:17:21.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>Last night I did some work. It was just a one off, but hey, I need the money. Zodiac finally gave me something to do (after having signed up way back in late June/early July). It was pretty easy. We just had to keep the VIPs of Charnwood Borough topped up with Champagne and stuffed with appetisers. The only annoying thing was trying to learn what all the little bits of food were. The guy who owned Zodiac was there and said he was very impressed with us (there were 3 of us) and he said he'd give us some extra money. Wooo. He also hugged us though, I think he was a bit pished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am currenyl making rice pudding. I've never made it myself before, but I've watched David make it for me enough to be confident enough that I know what I'm doing. I don't have any scales though, so I had to guess with the rice. Hopefully it'll all work out. I'll find out in about an hour and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also done some washing (which I'll hand up in a moment) and later Blue and I will toddle off to "Signs &amp; Designs" to get the Rocksoc Hoodies and membership cards sorted. I'm being more productive than usual today. I must be in a good mood. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz I stole from Damian. I think it's fairly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112738778898871352?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112738778898871352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112738778898871352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112738778898871352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112738778898871352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112720932646592581</id><published>2005-09-20T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:42:06.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, whatever</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a title. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't, I didn't mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 police women riding bikes today. I don't see the advantage of riding bikes. Sure you can ride after a criminal faster than you can run, but what if you're already knackered from cycling round on patrol? Horses, now they make sense, you can ride on the horse faster than you can run, and you don't get tired. If the horse is tired, you can jump off and run. Bikes are a silly idea for police. Plus, they were really gay, old granny bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really got much to blog about, so here's some test I did about how evil I am. Found it on Damian's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/evil/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.spacefemmites.com/limg/0905/evil/5.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt; Raw evil score: 53.33%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112720932646592581?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112720932646592581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112720932646592581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112720932646592581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112720932646592581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-whatever.html' title='Like, whatever'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112711979746260664</id><published>2005-09-19T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:50:01.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so productive days</title><content type='html'>You'll be surprised to hear I didn't manage to do any of that stuff on that list last week. I'm so fantastic. I have no real excuse. Well, actually I do. I want to get the fridge outside so I can give it a proper clean, but it's either raining outside or neither of my housemates are in, so I can't get it outside. I can't clean the bathroom until the fridge is sorted (the fridge currently resides in the bathroom) and I'm not gonna vacuum my room until I've put up all my posters etc and finally got my room sorted, else I'll only create more mess. I don't have an excuse for the rocksoc thingies, but they're going to be done today, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think I've done a lot over the past few days. I started playing Primal through again. I still love it. Having played Prince of Persia Warrior Within though, it seems a lot less kick ass than I remember. The puzzles aren't as fun or rewarding to solve in Primal, and the fight scenes aren't as good, as you can't do a whole array of combos. I do love combos. Also, the fact that I've already played it once means I'm getting confused when and where things happen, so far knowing roughly what's going to happen has hindered me rather than helped. Rather than properly exploring the area, I rush through, and so miss things, or I'm looking for items I think I need before they are available and waste time doing so. Grrr. Still, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I've been spending most of my time with David. I'm cooking a lot more for him and experimenting with recipes, I'm becoming a housewife, yey! Soon I'll be able to cook more than a weeks' worth of meals and know how to do loads of food, so I can have fancy dinner parties and things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, must be getting on the rocksoccy things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112711979746260664?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112711979746260664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112711979746260664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112711979746260664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112711979746260664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-so-productive-days.html' title='Not so productive days'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112671312369118175</id><published>2005-09-14T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:52:03.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive Days</title><content type='html'>At last, my greatest work is completed!  (this was said in a dexter (for Dexter's Laboratory) voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished painting my room. After I went to see my Dad, I got him to bring up his step ladder so I could borrow it and finally finish painting my room. I could reach the ceiling and everything! I'll take the masking tape down tomorrow when it's fully dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I haven't really blogged in a while (bad becci!) so I'll bring you up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eventually make it into town to buy some make-up bits and I discovered Woolworths sell those yummy American Reese chocolate peanut butter cups, mmmmm. I also visited both sets of granparents at some point. My Nan gave me a giant bar of chocolate and my grandad gave me £50, awesome! It's now sitting nicely in my bank account and the chocolate is residing in the cheesecake I made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to my mate's 21st birthday. It was awesome. I hadn't seen half of those people in ages. On the downside of things, I went as my usual self when I go out (ie goth slut) but it was mostly Tom's family members there, and they're all conservative catholics. So much so, they don't even know he's gay! Whoops. It's alright though, I just sat in the corner and got completely wasted (I took a page out of Richy's book). There weren't as many of our friends as I expected, but that was alright, I had an awesome time, I got plastered on white wine spritzers. I also had a shot of absinthe forced down me, and a shot of beer. The phrase of the night was "fucken 80s style", not sure why. Everything was very funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was heading home. I was very hung over, but slowly managed to pack alright. I felt a bit queasy in the car, but survived. I think I was actually still a bit drunk when I woke up. fucken 80s style. Thing is, in my half awake state, I left my phone at my mum's. We stopped there on the way to drop my brother off. I didn't get my phone back til yesterday. Grrr. David made me a scrummy roast dinner though, which really cheered me up. He's so majikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what happened monday, other than go to our Rocksoc meeting. It started really late and lasted much longer than I think it needed too. We're further behind on assigning the logo than I hoped we would be, since the more informed of us already know what would work best. We're having another meeting monday to finalise it. Hopefully jake can make it. Got a few things to sort before then, so we should get sorted soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I washed the kitchen floor. It really needed doing and no one else was gonna do it. I lead such a thrilling life. I also tided my room, so it actually looks like a bedroom now. It's fantastic. It doesn't depress me to walk in here anymore, which is always nice. In the evening David cooked me a full rack of ribs with sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, spinach with home made apple sauce. It was amazing. He's such a good cook I reckon he could open his own restuarant or at least write a cooking book. In return I made the chocolate cheesecake. We got a call from Richy asking us if we wanted to go for a drink with him and Blue. We were gonna go until I smacked my head in. There's this window at the top of David's stairs that opens inwards, towards the stairs. When at 90 degrees to the wall it's above your eyeline (if you're on the stairs) I've nearly walked in to it once before, but this time I was jogging up the stairs (i was gonna brush the meat out from between my teeth) when I just smacked head on into the white bit of the window. I just felt this sudden burst of pain right across my entire forehead and fell to the floor. It really fucken hurt like you wouldn't believe. I screamed (or so I'm told) quite a lot and was in pain for the rest of the night. Needless to say we didn't go drinking. I sat and watched Terminator 3 with an ice pack on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I said, I painted my room and later I shall be cooking a stir fry for David. My head hurts a bit if you touch it, but it's not lumpy or bruised, so yey! To be honest I think it's the most pain my head has ever been in. It's also probably the hardest you could get hit in the head without having concussion or needing stitches. Lost is also on later, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do this week:&lt;br /&gt;Clean new fridge&lt;br /&gt;Clean bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Do rocksoc stuff&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-pip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112671312369118175?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112671312369118175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112671312369118175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112671312369118175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112671312369118175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/productive-days.html' title='Productive Days'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112609665832113735</id><published>2005-09-07T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:37:38.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Gay</title><content type='html'>I updated last night with a post entitled "gay". Unfortunately, as soon as I hit the publish button, the explorer decided that it could no longer find the server and I couldn't even go back to my entry before I pressed publish, so half an hours' typing disappeared. I got pissed off and played some Zelda (wind waker). I think I am now ready to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally left my Mum's house yesterday. I think I stayed at least one night too long. I thought things would get a bit iffy if she picked me up on Friday, which is why I had originally wanted to be picked up Saturday. On the plus side I got quite a bit of stuff from our shopping trips. I got the white shirt I needed for that job, a funky pink and black mini skirt (I now probably have about 15 mini skirts, awesome) a couple of tops, hair dye, a bag, moisturiser and some bits for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now at my Dad's. I much prefer it here. There isn't a layer of cat fur coating everything in sight and the floorboards are actually flat. You also don't run the risks of smacking your head when you go down the stairs. The downside is that the computer I'm currently using is totally fucked. Firefox won't work, it won't start up, and neither will the dreaded IE. I'm currently using MSN explorer. Oh the shame, oh the humiliation! MSN also won't start up, so I can't chat to anyone online for the next few days. Bum face. Oh and it's so slow that when I'm typing, sometimes it doubles up on the letters, and other times it misses them out completely, so if this post seems typo-tastic, you'll know why. For once it isn't my spag self responsible. I'd reinstall windows etc, but I don't have enough confidence in my computer skills to try it on a machine that's not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to wonder in to town today. I need some make-up bits that I've lost/run out of, but I'm really not in the mood. I think it's cause I've messed up my sleeping pattern. I'm also slightly depressed. I miss David and I think I've put on even more weight. I'm feeling all fat and icky. I don't think switching pills has really helped the situation either. Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112609665832113735?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112609665832113735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112609665832113735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112609665832113735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112609665832113735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/super-gay.html' title='Super Gay'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112566676413798527</id><published>2005-09-02T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:12:44.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right, I'm Off</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out I'm leaving today. My Mum can't pick me up tomorrow, so I have to spend an extra day at her house. I better get some good shopping out of this dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall return on Sunday the 11th, but like I said, hopefully I still will be able to post. The annoying thing is that I don't really want to go. I never do. It's boring and lame and I'll miss David something rotten. It's just I have no money and I kinda have to go back to say hello and stuff. After all, my Dad pays my rent and my Mum pays my tution fees. They'll use that to try and guilt trip in to loads of things. Even though I have the firm belief that if they didn't want these expenses, they shouldn't have had kids. Plus it's only me that went to Uni, my lil' bro dropped out of 6th form. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a rather disjointed entry. Bah. Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go play Theme Hospital. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112566676413798527?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112566676413798527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112566676413798527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112566676413798527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112566676413798527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-im-off.html' title='Right, I&apos;m Off'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112556908404340960</id><published>2005-09-01T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:04:44.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy Test</title><content type='html'>Discovered this on Vicki's blog. I was hoping I'd be either Buffy or Faith, but what do ya know, I'm the shallow bimbo dammit. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cordelia Chase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; 45% amorality, 63% passion, 45% spirituality, 18% selflessness &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordy is one of those characters who's sometimes misunderstood. True,&lt;br /&gt;you have a healthy self-interest, and an interest in the finer things&lt;br /&gt;in life, but that doesn't mean that you don't have a heart of gold and&lt;br /&gt;a bit of passion in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In later years, Cordelia proved just how loving and good a&lt;br /&gt;woman she was, and (whether man or woman), I suspect you're kind of&lt;br /&gt;like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17325897279428986557"&gt;THE 4-VARIABLE BUFFY PERSONALITY TEST&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/104/656/10465692962375378952/mt1123888942.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="21"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="129"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;14%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;morality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="65"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="85"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;43%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;repose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="21"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="129"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;14%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;spirituality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="145"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;3%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;selflessness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17325897279428986557'&gt;The 4-Variable Buffy Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=10465692962375378952'&gt;donathos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112556908404340960?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112556908404340960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112556908404340960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112556908404340960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112556908404340960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/09/buffy-test.html' title='Buffy Test'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112549235130279310</id><published>2005-08-31T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:45:51.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Addicted to Jam</title><content type='html'>Wow a wow ooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went food shopping (couple of days ago) I decided to invest in some jam, as every now and again I feel the need to eat some. Usually in the form of a smiley face on my rice pudding. I usually buy the cheap ass fruit jam, which although red in colour, is mainly made up of apples. Also, the only reason it is red is because "they" add loads of colourings. This is not real jam. So I bought some raspberry conserve. I think it's french. Since I bought it, I can't stop eating it. It's the yummiest jam I have ever, ever tasted. Mmmmm jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a job! Wooo! Well kinda. Not really. I have 2 and a half hours worth of work at the Priory serving cocktails at the Priory pub on the 21st of September. I don't have a white shirt though. Hopefully I'll convince my Mum to buy me one when I go see her. Along with some hair dye and moisturiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly annoyed with me next door neighbours. They appear to have a giant bonfire going on. I guess I wouldn't mind, but I just washed some bedding and was planning to put it outside to dry, but obviously now I can't. If it had just been clothes, they're easy enough to put on a clothes horse, but sheets are another matter. Our house doesn't even have a banister to help me dammit. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I shall be going to my parents' houses. Mum first, then on to my Dad's. I shall only be gone a week though, else I'd miss David too much and there's some Rocksoc stuff that need dealing with. I'm not sure if I can update much at my mum's, but there won't be a problem at my Dad's. I like going back to see my Dad. He makes take-away all the time. He just likes the excuse, so it works out for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112549235130279310?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112549235130279310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112549235130279310&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112549235130279310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112549235130279310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/08/totally-addicted-to-jam.html' title='Totally Addicted to Jam'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112539748432161970</id><published>2005-08-30T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:24:44.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>What's this? Becci's posting again?! Oh hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally have my internet connection sorted. No more crappy USB modem and no more cheapo modem/routers that Blue's bought. David sorted it all out for me yesterday, so now I am going to actually update my blog! I've done a lot since I last properly updated (about 2 months ago) but I've also done a whole lot of nothing. I am still jobless (which I'm both surprised and annoyed at) and my finances are seriously shite. Hopefully I'll get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing to do is to write out some sort of list of the thing I've done in the past few months with a brief description of it if it's interesting enough to warrent that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Went to Alton towers with David. This was because a year ago we went, along with loads of the Lufbra crew for the day, and it kinda ended up being mine and David's first date. It was one of those dates where it wasn't really a date as no one asked anyone else out, but it was very much like being 14 again and out with someone you well fancy. So we celebrated the anniversary of that by going back. It was pretty cool, I had a really good time. Slightly disappointed I didn't get to go on Rita as it broke down whilst we were queuing for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Went to Fifty Lounge with David to celebrate 1 year anniversary. This is the same place we went for our 6th month one and we liked it so much we decided to go back. I think it's our restaurant now. I had snails for starters and Lobster for the main. I actually can't remember what David had, but it was all very yummy. I do know he had the most yummy chocolate pudding though. Since then we have now decided our 1 year anniversary shall be the 19th of October, not the 17th of June. This is because we did break up for a bit at the end of september and got back together on the 19th of October. We both feel the break up was too significant to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Went to Lee and Rebecca's wedding at which David was the best man. I bought this awesome hat for the occassion and we both really enjoyed ourselves. The wedding was really nice. It was simple but just right really. David made this wikidbad speach which everybody loved. The best man of all the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Went on Holiday with David. We went to Whitby on the noth eastish coast. My geography is shit, so I could be wrong. It's near Scarborough anyhow. We had a really nice time. We stayed in this cute little room with a four poster bed and the ensuite had this well sexy bath tub. Our room also had a balcony. It was so romantic. Except for the seagulls that woke you up every morning at 4am with their screaching. We also spent the day in York, where I met David's Mum for the first time. This was scary, but was actually ok, cause his Mum seemed to like me and even bought me a fluffy thing. I do so love fluffy things. We also spent the day in Scarborough where I paddled in the sea. It was cold, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've done a lot more stuff, but I think that's mainly watching films (I've seen a lot recently) and hanging out round people's houses and stuff. There's been a fair few BBQs and some birthdays as well. I would have written about them all if I'd been maintaining my blog. Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I went to Echos nightclub for the first time. It was the rock night, so it's hardly shameful. It was alright. Wasn't as shit as I expected. By Loughborough standards, it's awesome, by the rest of rock clubs standards, it was average. Better than Rock City, but not as good as Retribution. I think it really just depends on your taste though. It was interesting anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can be arsed with for now. If I remember more stuff that I did, I'll add it in. I have photos from Holiday to load up, so I'll put a link in later. Service shall now resume as per usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112539748432161970?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112539748432161970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112539748432161970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112539748432161970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112539748432161970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/08/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-112047816972264112</id><published>2005-07-04T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:56:12.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>I have officially moved out of my old house, and now have all my things in the new house. Unfortunately I've been so busy (and had a lack of furniture/storage space) to unpack and do not yet have the internet. I think we'll be getting it from the 6th of July onwards, which is in a few days, from Bulldog. I could be wrong, but that's the day our phoneline gets taken over by Bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely busy since I last updated, been doing loads of things, mainly house related, but have spent a lot of time with David as well. I will post a proper entry when I actually get some proper internet access and don't feel so shitty. Blue gave me flu the bastard. He shall pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not dead, just busy and then ill. I'm always ill though, you'd think I'd be used to it. It's just been so long since I had even a crappy cold that I'd forgotten how shitty it is to be ill. Hell damn fart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs is on, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-112047816972264112?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/112047816972264112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=112047816972264112&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112047816972264112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/112047816972264112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/07/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111952059773735811</id><published>2005-06-23T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:58:28.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit of Fun</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Vicki's LJ (as is everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x for things I have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(well, I tried it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked anything else&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(technically I have, but anyone who's ever dumped me asked be back out again within a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher/boss&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have a crush on one of your Livejournal friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten with someone BECAUSE of Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;(x) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) had detention &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm a good girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(If McDonalds counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) screamed penis during class/work&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex in a park&lt;br /&gt;(x) had sex in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader/pommer&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex at a church&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) didn't take a shower for a week &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I didn't take a shower for years, we only had a bath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn a really ugly outfit to school/work&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have no idea what this is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish and then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made porn&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) 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Fun'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111944028878456999</id><published>2005-06-22T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:38:08.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Bill's LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/Website%20Stuff/anakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Anakin Skywalker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='61' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;61%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;General Grievous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;C-3PO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Emperor Palpatine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Padme Amidala&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;R2-D2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Clone Trooper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Obi Wan Kenobi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='39' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;39%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Yoda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=34136'&gt;Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so I'm evil, but not pure evil, there's still some humanity left. That's good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire weekend with David, and we had a very nice time together. We went shopping on saturday, and I bought a lot of summery things but didn't find a dress. Sunday David's friend and his finacee came down for the day and we went for a meal in barracude, which was alright. They're the couple that are getting married this weekend, for which David is the bestest best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Blue, Dan and I got the keys to our new house. It's a pretty damn cool house, but there's the odd problem or two we have to deal with. My bed in broken. Blue has a well shit matress and no chest of drawers. Dan has two matresses but no bed. The kitchen lino is all bubbled up and there was only one set of keys with about 7 mystery keys. We got some more cut, so that's done and dusted and we're waiting for the landlord to call us to sort everything else out. I may just ring him thouhg as he's taking his sweet time. I wanna paint my room soon, and it's taking too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been doing house stuff and sorting crap out here. I got us Sky TV, but we need a phoneline before then. The trouble is we also want broadband, but don't want to have to pay seperate rentals for a phone line and broadband, but no bastard does package deals. You have to have a BT landline, even if you don't want internet from BT, and if you do get internet from BT, it's charged for seperately. Fucken bastards. All of them. I'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also put my bike to good use, riding to David's and back on a regular basis. It's worked quite well. My legs often feel like they're about to give way just before I get there, then feel all wobbly for about 10 minutes once I've stopped, but I figure they'll get stronger soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111944028878456999?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111944028878456999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111944028878456999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111944028878456999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111944028878456999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111901067675932208</id><published>2005-06-17T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:20:19.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>Exam Status 6/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This following quiz was stoeln from Vicki's LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Existentialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Materialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Modernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Postmodernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Romanticist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Idealist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320'&gt;What is Your World View? (updated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You scored as Existentialist.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existentialism emphasizes human capability. There is no greater power interfering with life and thus it is up to us to make things happen. Sometimes considered a negative and depressing world view, your optimism towards human accomplishment is immense. Mankind is condemned to be free and must accept the responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think represents me pretty accurtaely. Religion is a big pile of shit. Science is the way forward, with a helping hand from technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't think a lot went on in bewteen monday and thursday really. I revised during the day, but not very well, then met up with David and hung out with him in the evening. The only think I really remember was Rocksoc stuff draining my revision time away. Some stuff had to be done, and unfortunately it got to the point where if I didn't do it, no one bloody would. Thankfully it's mainly been sorted out now. More "issues" have occured with the forum. Clearly (nearly) everyone that uses it is a fucken hypocrite. People that complain there's too much bitchyness on the forum are the same people that start it up. I finally got one person to stop constantly bullying me on there, but now someone else has started. Oh joy. I'd leave, but I don't want to be pushed out of my own circle of friends, it seems fucken ridiculous. I wouldn't mind so much if people didn't change their opinion of what the problem is, who's resposible and what should be done as and when it suits them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I had my last exam of the year. It didn't go so well. It was quite difficult to know what to revise and stuff, as the past papers weren't very consistent and there was a hell of a lot to try and squeeze in if you wanted to remember all of it. Plus of course, if you forget one single equation, then that's like 25 marks down the drain as you can't answer further questions either. I'm pretty sure I failed that exam, but there's a good chance I passed the module, if my impaired perfromance form goes through alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with David after my exam and we got ourselves ready for the meal everyone was attending at some curry place for Rob's leaving do. We decided to get dressed up, even though we reckoned no one else would really bother, so as to mark the occassion. The curry was a bit disappointing. They were very stingy with the rice portion, the sag aloo we had was far too spicy and the spinache was undercooked. Neither David nor I was too keen on the curries we had ordered either. Serves me right for trying something new. Ah well, it was a good night out, and then we went down the Swan for a drink afterwards. Rob shall be missed by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of term. I have a couple of Rocksoc thingies to do and then I have the rest of the day and weekend off. I will be going shopping tomorrow for a pretty dress for the Grad Ball. As much as I think it'll be a bit shit, David really wants me to come, so I said I would. I've also promised to be good and not slag Ash off, even though they are shit, especially with bingo wings Charlotte, who also has a rather large nose, on the guitar. Monday I get the keys to my new house and sahll commence the packing. No rest for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111901067675932208?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111901067675932208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111901067675932208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111901067675932208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111901067675932208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111865281379770315</id><published>2005-06-13T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:54:36.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Back!</title><content type='html'>Exam status 5/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up bright and early on friday and went over to the boys' (Blue, Dan, Greg and Nev) house to finish off my revision. Nev re-taught me a couple of things I had forgotten, but I soon remembered how easy it was. I was pretty confident, if a little scared before I got in to the exam. It went pretty well. There's no way I failed that exam, but I ran out of time. The first exam I've done that in in a long time. A lot of people had the same problem. I've mentioned it to the head of the module that maybe they ask us t do too much. Nothing is very hard, but it just takes ages to do. It would have been nice to have had another half hour. I went back home after the exam and just chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up fairly early, tidied my room and had a shower before David came over after coming back from his trip up to his parents. We went back to his and I made him Chilli for dinner and brownies for pudding. I also bought X-men2 for £5, so we watched that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we spent all day together, having a lot of time to make up for. We went to Halfords and some other bike shop looking for a cycle helmet and a lock for my bike. We also went to Big W to get my Dad a father's day present (it's next Sunday you know) and we milled around some other shops too. I got some pick and mix form Big W which I'm muching on now. In the evening we watched some film that was on channel 4 called War Games followed by Scrubs and South Park. I like cuddling up and watching TV. David made me a yummy lasagne for tea too. I think I got us some pudding from Sainsbury's (so it counts as me making pudding) but I can't remember what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today David starts his new job. But it's kind of his old job, the one he did in his year out, which is nice. It's something he knows he likes doing and he likes the people, which I think is pretty important. I'm so proud of my baby. My bike should also make it today. My Dad couldn't fit my bike in his jeep with my bro, his mate and all their stuff for the Download Festival, so on his way up to pick them up today, he's bringing my bike along. Or at least should be. He said he'd be here 20 minutes ago, and he hasn't phoned me today. I'll phone him in a second to see what's going on. Then unfortunately it's back to revision for me. My last exam this semester is Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111865281379770315?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111865281379770315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111865281379770315&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111865281379770315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111865281379770315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/davids-back.html' title='David&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111832712348781644</id><published>2005-06-09T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:25:23.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon</title><content type='html'>Exam status 4/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally past the half way mark, and I'm so glad about it! Sometime I wish I wasn't doing such an exam heavy course, that is until I have exams like today that go so smoothly. I wouldn't be surprised if I got about 80% in that one. Realistically I probably got about 60%, but that's what I want in the end, so I'm very happy with that. This sort of thing restores my faith in myself and my ability. People often treat me as "the stupid one" as I often lack common sense, so they figure academically, I must be well retarded. Well I'm not, I'm actually damn smart. I'd like to see you sit there for an hour and talk about the chain expansion factor of polymers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday both my CD and DVD that I ordered off amazon arrived. I have the CD on now and I watched the DVD last night. Both are in perfect condition and arrived in less than a week. I am very pleased with my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be delving back in to the realms of revision shortly and will remain there until after tomorrow's exam. Then I'm taking the weekend off. I bloody deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111832712348781644?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111832712348781644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111832712348781644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111832712348781644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111832712348781644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/amazon.html' title='Amazon'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111826777642647142</id><published>2005-06-08T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:56:16.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Bike</title><content type='html'>Exam Status 3/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's exam went stupidly bad. I would have been alright, probably just scraping through if they hadn't change the layout of the two questions I was preparing to answer! Some stuff that they've never even remotely asked about before came up. Stuff that was covered in a total of 3 slides came up. I knew nothing. I probably got about 23%. Maybe a bit more. I may have just passed the module, but it's not looking so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided that I should get my old bike back off my Mum. It was my birthday or Christmas present when I was about 13/14. It was well swish back then. I've decided with this heat around, I really don't want to be walking, especially with my fair skin. I know David doesn't want to be driving me about either, so this seems like a fair compromise. Not so long ago I would have refused to even consider this, but since David does live a good 40 min walk from me, it does feel slightly impratical, plus I can't always wear the outfit/shoes I wanted to. I was moaning about how I'll flash my pants if wearing a skirt, but I do anyway, so whatever. The only bugger is I can't wear any of my trousers with it as they're all really baggy. I also need to buy a pump and a lock for it. I don't think I'll be getting a helmet though. It's lucky I asked today, as it just so happens my Dad is picking up my bro (from my Mum's) tomorrow to take him to download, which is just down the road. If he can fit it in his giant jeep, I'll have it back tomorrow afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have another exam. I'm fairly confident this will go well. I'm pretty confident I'll at least get 40%, which is just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111826777642647142?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111826777642647142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111826777642647142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111826777642647142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111826777642647142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/old-bike.html' title='Old Bike'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111815911211528517</id><published>2005-06-07T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:45:12.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No David!</title><content type='html'>Exam status 2/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did quite a bit of revision after my McDonalds yesterday and later went food shopping. I bought £45 worth of food so as to tide me over for the forseeable exam period, as I won't really have time, certainly during the rest of this week. David finished his last exam yesterday and apparently the paper was better than he expected, so he was quite happy about that. He preceeded to get drunk with a couple of coursemates and later came to mine to see if I wanted to get drunk with him. Normally I wouldn't have done, but I knew he was going back to his home town for the next few days, and I wnated to celebrate the end of his degree with him. I'd just got back from shopping and had finished packing so I tagged along. Me, David and MC went to the Amber rooms, had a drink and shared a platter. We then met up with another perosn from their course and went to the Orange Tree for cocktails. I got wasted. Cocktails are so very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later went back to David's where I cooked David a chicken stir fry and then had creme brulee and chocolate pie (tarte au chocolat for you posh people) for pudding. I had bought it all when in Sainsbury's specially for my David as a treat fro finishing his degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up reasonably early and got David to drive me home, then to campus to meet up with people are revise for my 1pm exam. I don't like 1pm exams as they're a funny time to be. I either like 9am ones or the 4pm ones. Still, I had already done a fair amount of revision for this and Dan helped me with a few others things I was struggling with. It's fair cause I helped him with other stuff. The exam itself actually went really well, and I reckon I've got 60-70% easily on it. What a shame I've failed that module. I wanted to revise straight after, but we had a break, then sorted our lab lockers and we couldn't be arsed anymore. I'm at home now drinking milk and eating remains of chocolate pie. I will start shortly though as I know nothing for tomorrows exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly David has now left and is back at his Mum's house. He's gone til Saturday most likely so I won't see him all week. I am most sad about this. It does mean I'll have no real evening distractions from revision, but I won't have anyone to calm me down when I get all stressed or anyone to rub my achey shoulders. I usually don't have achey shoulders, but carrying all my folders and notes around really puts a strain on them and it'll be everyday this week that I'll be doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111815911211528517?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111815911211528517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111815911211528517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111815911211528517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111815911211528517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-david.html' title='No David!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111806129358953376</id><published>2005-06-06T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:34:53.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clogged Arteries</title><content type='html'>That McDonalds was a bad idea. I forgot how full of fat and salt I felt last time I ate something from there. It didn't help that I hadn't had any breakfast this morning, I was so hungry. I ordered a large quarter pounder with cheese meal (with a fizzy fanta), 6 chicken nuggets and an apple pie. I'm such a fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel icky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111806129358953376?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111806129358953376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111806129358953376&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111806129358953376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111806129358953376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/clogged-arteries.html' title='Clogged Arteries'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111805619854761491</id><published>2005-06-06T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:12:40.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheery</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't misspelled Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided to cheer myself up a bit by taking a trip to Amazon.co.uk. I bought myself Vex Red's album for a mere £3.51 (new as well!) and Resident Evil:Apocalypse for £5. I think it's second hand, but I love preowned stuff purely for the cheapness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am begining to think Amazon is better than Play, but that's mainly due to the private sellers. But then, because they're private sellers, you have to be careful. I made sure I only went with people who had really high ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've convinced my housemate to go to McDonalds for lunch. I pretty much have no food and need to go shopping later. I was watching This Morning, and they had that guy on (Morgan Spielman or something)  that ate nothing but McDonalds for a month and it reminded me of McDonalds. I haven't had anything for there in ages. Probably the reverse affect it's supposed to have, but ah well. I'll make up for it with something fiberous for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111805619854761491?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111805619854761491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111805619854761491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111805619854761491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111805619854761491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheery.html' title='Cheery'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111799000765929506</id><published>2005-06-05T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:46:47.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Sine Wave</title><content type='html'>Well obviosuly yesterday I was all down in the dumps, but I did cheer up after David came over unexpectedly at about 10pm to stay the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up in an alright mood and have done some more revision and I feel a bit more confident about that module I started revising for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I'm back in to depression mode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love it when that happens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111799000765929506?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111799000765929506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111799000765929506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111799000765929506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111799000765929506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotional-sine-wave.html' title='Emotional Sine Wave'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111791370196672533</id><published>2005-06-04T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T20:35:01.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserability</title><content type='html'>David's exam fortunately did go pretty well and he only has one more left. Alright for some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up in the eveing and got a curry, cause we haven't had one in a while and neither of us could be bothered to cook anything. We sat about and watched TV like we do every friday night. I really enjoy doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't feel so great. Probably another mood swing. Maybe I should really consider changing my pill. I really don't wanna go through the hassle of it all, as the first 3 months of going on a pill really screws you over. Pretty strong morning sickness thing and a constant headache, as well as your weight and appetite being all over tha place. Still, I can't keep getting all mopey and depressed like this. Part of me worries that it isn't the pills fault and I am just a wreck of nerves. I don't mind it myself to be honest, being emotionally irrational and balling my eyes out over nothing, but it does affect the people around me and it's not really fair on them. I'll look in to it after my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually done some valuable revision today and learnt some important stuff. Like all the elements in groups 3-6 in the periodic table. I already know 7 and 8, so I don't need to worry about learning them, as I need to know them for one of my modules as well. It's not too hard for me cause I have a photographic memory. I've also learnt a few other things, but I need to study a bit more before I feel confident enough to pass the exam. It almost seems pointless, as this module I'm studying for, I've already failed. Still, don't wanna drag my overall mark down too much and there's also a good chance I can resist the coursework. I'll probably give up for the night now, as I'm too depressed to carry on. I need to do more tomorrow though. I have 4 exams this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111791370196672533?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111791370196672533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111791370196672533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111791370196672533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111791370196672533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/miserability.html' title='Miserability'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111779750799109459</id><published>2005-06-03T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:48:20.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subversion Awards</title><content type='html'>Exam Status 1/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up wasting the rest of Wednesday, but then I did feel like it would be alright to have the day off. In the evening I went over to David's to watch Desperate Housewives. There were two episodes and they really didn't wrap up anything. A couple of things happened, but they still left it on a stupid cliffhanger. Grrr. It really annoyed me, especially cause there's a slight chance there won't be another series, as two of the actresses hate each others' guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I got up early but seemed to waste the entire day. Not completely. I sorted out cancelling Ntl, water, electricity and gas with all the comapnies so they don't charge us once we've moved out. I also filled in my application for some job I'm applying for (which I have to hand in today), my impaired performance form and council tax exemption for next year too. I also re-did my nails in preparation for Subversion. I knew the Nottingham Trent lot were coming down, so extra effort had to be made. I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of a mix up with people getting here and there, everyone was sorted an I turned up about half 9. There were loads of people there and it stayed busy all night, impressive considering it's exam season. A great night was had by all, and it turned out to be the Subversion Awards too, which somehow escaped me. What was crazier was that I actually won an award! I got the "it's all about me" award. I'm so proud. The only downside is that I didn't get to make my speech "I'd like to thank me, myself and my mirror". I will be buying a frame for my award sometime soon. Both the Charlie's won an award, and do did Rob and Jake, go them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Nottingham lot were there, the music was slightly different, we played some old school metal and even some cybergoth stuff, which was awesome! I even managed to dance in my 6 inch heeled perspex porn star shoes! It was great to see all the guys from Notts and have 'em down for the night, it all went so very well. I even stayed to the end this week, which I haven't done in ages. My head really hurts this morning though. Ah well, was a wikid night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be handing in all those form thingies and revising, and looking forward to seeing David. He has an exam today, I hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edit] I forgot to mention, at Subverison last night Richy was getting it on with Vanessa, one of Charlie 1's mates. Go Richy![/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111779750799109459?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111779750799109459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111779750799109459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111779750799109459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111779750799109459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/subversion-awards.html' title='Subversion Awards'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111770604092052028</id><published>2005-06-02T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:54:00.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faerie</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Charlie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emmareth/1094332625_ics1pic014.jpg" border="0" alt="artdeco"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;i&gt;Faerie,&lt;/i&gt; mischievous and fun&lt;br&gt;loving. You are friendly, flighty and can&lt;br&gt;sometimes fickle and you love the company of&lt;br&gt;others. You probably have many friends and&lt;br&gt;delight them with your stories and jokes. You&lt;br&gt;do also have a rebellious side to you though,&lt;br&gt;and you like to upset the authorities. You just&lt;br&gt;can't help it - you just love to upset the&lt;br&gt;apple-cart!&lt;p&gt;Your good points are that you're&lt;br&gt;fun, intelligent and a joy to be around - your&lt;br&gt;bad points are you can be fickle, devious and&lt;br&gt;sometimes take your tricks too far! In&lt;br&gt;addition, you can also be unaware of other&lt;br&gt;people's feelings.&lt;p&gt;You love to be in the&lt;br&gt;limelight and believe in living live to the&lt;br&gt;full - After all, life is short and not meant&lt;br&gt;to be wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emmareth/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20Princess%2C%20Enchantress%2C%20Faerie%2C%20Mermaid%20or%20Toad%3F%20%20(with%20pictures!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a Princess dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*folds arms, stamps foot and pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111770604092052028?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111770604092052028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111770604092052028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111770604092052028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111770604092052028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/faerie.html' title='Faerie'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111764102998599560</id><published>2005-06-01T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:50:30.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Period</title><content type='html'>Hur hur, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right,well today was my first exam. It was 3 hours long, but I only used up 2 and a half. I was feeling really nervous before it, and pretty awful for the first 10 minutes as I starred at some of the questions blankly. I eventually got to a question I knew I could do and I started to calm down. Then everything else fell in to place. I had to do 4 of 6 questions. I did really well on one, pretty good on another and alright on 2. That is good enough for me. I only need 23% on that exam to pass the module, which I'm pretty confident. I'd like to have done better than just passed, but I'll take victories where I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam Status 1/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and Monday I pretty much wasted. Not a lot was going on in the world, it being Sunday and bank holiday Monday and I mainly just messed around on the internet, as per usual. Monday evening I went over to David's and watched Back to the Future (it was on Sky One) with David, Steph, Richy and Sophie. It was cool, even if the Doc does pronounce Giga wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I got up pretty early (by my standards) and spent all morning running errands on campus. Getting my impaired performance stuff, picking up lab scripts and sorting out money I own the uni. I was thinking about revising when someone pointed out to me that the exam was Wednesday, not Thursday like I thought it was. A panic ensued. I got Abdul to drive me home to get all my notes and I revised pretty much solid from 2-9pm with an hours break for tea. I think it faired me well for today and I seemed to learn the right kinda things. Working on an adrenaline rush for 6 hours left me a bit shakey at the end of the day. I got David to look after me though, so it was all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, my exam today went well. It wasn't a complete disaster, which is always nice. I wanted to get straight back in to revision for my other exams though (we have 4 next week) but both the people that said they would revise with me yesterday changed their minds. Since then I have wasted the day messing about. I have no motivation. I will do some tomorrow though, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I shall be toddling over to David's to watch the series finale of Desperate Housewives. Two hours of it, 10pm-midnight. It beetter end good, and not on the cliff hanger, esle I shall be sorely disappointed. Scrubs is aslo on, so I should do by best to get there at 8pm so I least spend some actual time with David, rather than starring at the tellybox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the word tellybox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111764102998599560?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111764102998599560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111764102998599560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111764102998599560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111764102998599560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/06/exam-period.html' title='Exam Period'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111736212979310785</id><published>2005-05-29T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:22:09.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>Today I will update, seems I've left you hanging on since Thursday last week, bet you can't wait to find out what I've been up to! Let's just jope I can remember what I got up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - I think I had a pretty boring day at uni, but at least it was my last set of lectures til October! I probably just stayed in with David and watched TV, but I vaguely remember doing something more interesting. Perhaps we got a film out? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We had lucnh at Woody's in town, then we went to Nottingham. I wanted to spend the rest of my birthday money that was lying around. I bought a kinda corsety top that I was planning to wear to the wedding I'm going to soon, instead of that other top I bought. I also got a PVC dress that David convinced me to buy. I usually have trouble with PVC cause I'm very curvy. I usually only just get it to go over one of my curves (either boobs or bum) and then it'll just hang off me elsewhere cause I'm very inny-outy in my shape. This time the dress fitted very nicely. I shall be wearing it to Subversion this week. I probably got some other stuff, but I really don't remember. In the evening David and I were both pretty exhausted so stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - David's friend Lee came down for the day (the guy who's getting married). David took him to B&amp;Q to get him a drill for his wedding present, and then we all went to Weatherspoons for lunch. It was pretty nice, but it was quite crowded, so we had to sit outside. I wouldn't have minded so much, but it was a bit nippy. I think I was just wearing a short dress though, so my fault really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Friday. Haven't really been up to much. Been doing my best to concentrate on revision. I'm not doing too badly really. I need to sit down and focus a bit more though. I also went to see Star Wars Episode III - Revenge of the Sith at some point last week (tuesday?). I really liked it. I had a few little niggles about it, but overall I really enjoyed it. Awesome film, everyone should go see it. Unless you hate sci-fi/star wars with a passion. Althought I went to Subversion this week, I think I was only there for an hour and a half or something. David was DJing at 10 and he wanted to leave shortly afterwards. He's revising too for his exams you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - Went to Notts with Steph and David. I decided to return the corset top thing I got last week and wear something else to the wedding. I bought a really cool hat to go with my outfit. I really love my funky new hat. Steph wanted to get her nipple re-peirced, so did and David spent the HMV voucher Lee got him for his birthday. We also met up with Sam and MC to looks around other shops. It was nice and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my legs really ache. I'm getting old. I need to get stuck in to today's revision, but amazingly enough, I really don't want to. Stoopid revision. Bleugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111736212979310785?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111736212979310785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111736212979310785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111736212979310785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111736212979310785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111720026716571591</id><published>2005-05-27T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:24:27.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Refusing to Update</title><content type='html'>I'm far too lazy. I'll probably do it over the weekend. David will be revising away, so I won't be hanging out with himas per usual. I will also be revising though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's another gay quiz for you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/msuzann/1034994585_iz2rosemcg.jpg" border="0" alt="Rose McGowan"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You charming girl, you're Rose McGowan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/msuzann/quizzes/What%20sexy%20girl%20are%20you/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sexy girl are you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool. I was hoping to get Christina Ricci like Bill did, as she's well hot, but I'm happy with this bird. As you can see, she's pretty sexy. Also, she played Tatum in Scream, the bird that got squished in the cat flap, one of my all time favourite death scenes, purely for comedy value. Oh, and she played Jackie-O in Marilyn Manson's music video for Coma White. She is very cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111720026716571591?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111720026716571591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111720026716571591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111720026716571591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111720026716571591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-refusing-to-update.html' title='Still Refusing to Update'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111692670178008564</id><published>2005-05-24T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:25:01.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Normal</title><content type='html'>But you already knew that. Anyway, here's the proof. Technically stolen from Charlie's blog, but the link in hers didn't work, I had to find the quiz myself. I find it odd that I'm odder than Charlie, I thought we'd be about the same. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Occasionally Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/occasionally-normal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little blogger Kitty has runned away. I dunno why, he's just not there anymore. I may get another. Still can't be arsed to update proper like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111692670178008564?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111692670178008564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111692670178008564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111692670178008564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111692670178008564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-not-normal.html' title='I&apos;m Not Normal'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111686789030870564</id><published>2005-05-23T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:05:35.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Be Arsed Like</title><content type='html'>I'll update proper and shit when I can be bothered. I actually had a pretty good weekend, and have finally decided what I am wearing to David's best mate's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime here are some quizzes I stole off Damo's blog. Ha ha, I called him Damo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="200" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFD391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCE93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC995"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC498"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBF9A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB99C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB49E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAFA1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAAA3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5A5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die of malnutrition, after the Olson twins make dying of malnutrition trendy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems about right except Lust. Ask anyone that's met me more than once. Wrath should perhaps be a tad lower, as although in the immediate aftermath of things I wish for revenge, I would never carry it out. I honestly think vengance is a bad thing. Unless someone you love was murdered and the murderer got away with it, but you knew who they were. That's ok. 40% chance of going to hell? Not very high really, but then I'm not worried since the damn place doesn't exsist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/siren-rake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many.&lt;br /&gt;The minute you meet anyone, you can make them crave you almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is far more accurate. I usually do things things without intending to though, I certainly rarely try to achieve this instant craving thing. Still, if I didn't do it by accident, I'd sure as hell try to do it on purpiose to get those I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111686789030870564?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111686789030870564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111686789030870564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111686789030870564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111686789030870564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-be-arsed-like.html' title='Can&apos;t Be Arsed Like'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111653680783024663</id><published>2005-05-19T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:06:47.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D E N I E D</title><content type='html'>Subversion was kinda cancelled tonight, which sucks, but is ok, cause I couldn't decide what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening David and I did cuddle up to watch Romeo and Juliet. I'd forgotten how difficult Shakespere can be to understand, especially when spoken quickly. I did like it though, but David forgot how sad the ending was. It's ok, cause that wasn't the real ending. What really happened was Romeo got the note from Juliet saying she was only pretend dead, and they escaped Verona together and had a baby boy, who they named Mercutio after Romeo's best friend. They later came back to Verona and told their familes what had happened. At first they were shocked and angry, but were so glad to have their only children back the two families stopped the war and everyone lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I spent far too long in bed and didn't do any revision. I am a bad Becci. I later walked over to David's in my new rocks and cut my feet up. Whoopsie. We watched Band of Gold again and Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I stayed in bed til gone 1pm, then got David to take me to Sainsburys quickly and then home, since my feet still hurt. I did some kinda revisiony stuff, but not really. I am a very bad Becci. I was getting ready for Subversion when we were informed you couldn't get in until 12 unless you paid £10. Supergrass are playing at our shitty union for some reason, but they won't let us have the little room to ourselves as per usual. I can't be arsed to go. I could get in for free at midnight then stay til 2am, but I really don't want to be up that late. David's gone to see Supergrass since he gets in for free, being a Subversion DJ and all. I think it's just as well it's not on, I'm not in the right frame of mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these days I'm feeling happier, and I'm certainly less depressed, mainly thanks to David, some things people just randomly say, whether they mean it or not, really piss you off. Then when no one seems to be on your side it angers you even more. I can usually see when I'm wrong, but this time I don't, not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111653680783024663?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111653680783024663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111653680783024663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111653680783024663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111653680783024663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/d-e-n-i-e-d.html' title='D E N I E D'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111634293492309914</id><published>2005-05-17T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:15:34.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday David!</title><content type='html'>Today my gorgeous David is 23. Happy Birthday baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, where did I leave off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I believe was an averagely crappy day at school. Thursday evening I went to Subversion, turned up a bit late as I was finishing off work, but had a good time. I think I even took some pictures, but they're on my other photobucket account, I'll add a link in later if I can be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Anotrher suitably shitty day. Went round David's in the evening, stayed in and watched TV. We also went to tescos at some point to go buy bits and pieces for the BBQ he was having as his party on Sunday. We somehow spent £70. Whoops. My funky new USB flash memory thingy came through the post too. I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Went in to town to get one or two things, as well as some extras for the BBQ. I printed off a bunch of pictures from my (and other people's) digital camera. I got 18 prints for £4.14 in 10 minutes, it was awesome. The pictures from my camera came out really well. One or two other ones didn't come out so well, but still look good. I now need some more white tac to add them to my wall. Later that day, David dropped me off at mine so I could shower and do some work whilst he went to Sarah's birthday party. I really wasn't feeling up to going, I was sleepy and achey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Got up at a reasonable time and David opened (nearly) all his presents at mine. I got him a couple of rare vinyls, a Faith No More one and a Manics one, which apparently was one of his favourite songs. It was a complete guess too, as I know nothing about either band, but I guess well! I also got him Romeo and Juliet on DVD (the Leo DiCaprio version) and a cool little wooden box filled with little goodies. We left for his and started to set most things up in plenty of time. Most people were there by about 3pm when we started up the BBQ. It was perfect waether. It was nice and sunny, but not too hot. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but most importantly David had a good time. He also got nicely drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I got a lie in as I didn't start til 1pm that day, which was just as well as I wouldn't have woken up any sooner! I think Monday was reasonably lame, but there were some sauages left over from Sunday, which David and I had for tea. He was a bit annoyed that I don't like courgettes, mushrooms or onions so he couldn't make sausage cassarole. I was soon forgiven when he made the best mash potato in the world ever. We spent the evening relaxing watching TV, watching a programme called "Band of Gold" which was first on ITV 10years ago. I'd never seen it before, and although it's a bit grim (it's about northern prostitutes) it's really good, totally addictive. SOADs new album also came in the post. I really like it. It's typical SOAD, but it's not the same as everything else they've ever done. If you like SOAD, you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - I had 9am labs, but David's last present arrived nicely whilst he was still there. I got him 10 roses, cause today is his actual birthday, but 10 months ago today, David and I got together. I also got him this cool black and white swirly vase to put them in. He teels me he likes them, and it was a total surprise, which is good. I'm quite happy today, as the labs I had today will be the last lot I have until October and I finished at 3pm today. I also have wednesday and thursday off completely. I will be starting revision, but it's nice not to have to go to lectures. Later, David and I will be curled up watching Romeo and Juliet eating cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listening to whilst blogging - System Of A Down - Mezmerize (they're yankees innit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111634293492309914?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111634293492309914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111634293492309914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111634293492309914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111634293492309914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-david.html' title='Happy Birthday David!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111582619932200091</id><published>2005-05-11T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:43:19.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling</title><content type='html'>I handed my work in on Monday and even got the assessed tutorial done. I then stole Dand and Blue and went in to town to buy David's birthday presents. I didn't get everything I wanted, but then realised I'd already spent well over £100, so just decided to stop there! I can't believe I spent so much. I just hope he likes everything. We also met up with Charlie to put up a few Rock@theGallery posters. I'm not really sure what happened, but we all forgot to promote it really, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening soon rolled around and David came over to share a pizza before we went out. We didn't stay long. The place was quite emtpy and neither of us were really in the mood for it. I was a bit depressed as I discovered that I had failed the labs of one of my modules this semester, which means I fail the entire module, no matter my exam result. This means I've already failed two modules (one from last semester) so if I fail anymore in the up coming exams I'll have to do resists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was nice and easy. I had labs first thing, which sucked, but the machines we used this week didn't fuck up half as much as they did last time, so we got done 20 minutes early. I had a lecture or two in the afternoon then went home to get ready for david. He'd had a pretty crummy day, so I was sexying myself up for him. He came over to mine after his last lecture and we then walked to his. When we got there he realised I hadn't returned Blade Trinity and it was due back on Monday. D'oh. We drove in to town, got a couple of bits from sainsburys and returned the DVD to Blockbusters. Whilst we were there we decided to get out Saw. I didn't like it. The plot and the film itself were excellent, I just didn't like the fact meanie man got away, I wanted him to die. We watched a bit of comedy to try to cheer ourselves up then decided to go to bed. I had promised David a massage, so whilst he was brushing his teeth I put the red light on and got all the oils/moisturisers ready and then went looking for a sented candle or insesne sticks. I couldn't really find anything, but came across something called a "room odoriser" I thought that might work, so opened it and smelt it to see whether it was nice. It was foul, but as I was putting the lid back on, I dropped it and poured it all over myself and the floor. I desperately trying to mop it up, but the fumes were really strong. I got a horrible headache and couldn't concentrate. David came in and had to put the fan on and leave some windows open to clear air. We had to stay out of the room cause it was so strong smelling. Eventually we got to bed. Last time I fiddle with stuff I know nothing about. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up pretty late. David drove me to school, which was nice of him. I had to meet up with Dan and Abdul to try and do our Polymer lab write up. My phone had decided it didn't want to receive calls or texts, so noone could tell me where they were. Fortunately I found them and my phone soon stopped playing up. We didn't get very far, it all went horribly wrong. We're gonna have to ask for another extention. I'd rather get it done as I really need to start revising. Ah well. Dan had to go to meet sexy Laura at the college to do some modelling for her photography course. Apparently she wanted some female models too, so offered to come along. She was just taking pictures of random body parts, ears, eyes, neck, colar bones and shoulder blades. It was quite cool. That was my random thing for today. I plan to do some work today, as well as finish tidying my room (I'm on a break now) and then go over to david's to watch Scrubs and Desperate Housewives. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111582619932200091?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111582619932200091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111582619932200091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111582619932200091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111582619932200091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/modelling.html' title='Modelling'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111563192295187679</id><published>2005-05-09T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:45:23.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Quiz</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Vicki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: April 21&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it cause I was bored, but it's actually pretty true, so thought I'd stick it in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock@theGallery tonight. Blue wanted me to turn up at 7pm, even though it doesn't start til 9pm. I also don't finish lectures til 6pm. I think we all know where I told him to shove it. I also know what's going on. It's not like I haven't been on committee for every single one ever or anything. I have 2 lectures today, but I probably won't go to one. I may pop in to town and do some of David's birthday present shopping, I'll see if I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111563192295187679?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111563192295187679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111563192295187679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111563192295187679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111563192295187679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/birthday-quiz.html' title='Birthday Quiz'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111555542767441761</id><published>2005-05-08T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:30:28.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again</title><content type='html'>I don't know where all my time goes, I really don't. I blame my stupid course with it's full packed days pretty much everyday except wednesdays. But I can explain why I didn't blog wednesday. I got up late then spent all day doing a couple of lab write ups on campus. I've been so busy I haven't even really been on the rocksoc forums this weeks. It's crazy shit I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing? Be prepared for another long entry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Freefest. David was slightly annoyed at me, cause due to my getting up late and faffing about in tescos I made him miss the first band. I wanted to see them too though, so it's not like I did it on purpose. Ah well. We dumped our stuff and I was quickly whisked away by Blue to do some DJ training for Postfest that evening. A couple of people had come back for the special even of freefest, Kit and even the infamous Herod. Was cool to see them both again. The first few bands we watched were accoustic acts. Not much to be said about them really, very much background music. Carlton Cole, the legend of Freefest played, and towards the end of his set the sky opened and just poured down. It had been stupidly sunny before that. We all retreated inside the union. Didn't last long though, came back out in time for the next band. It was very muddy and it meant we couldn't sit down anymore. The only other bands I remember playing were Curious Cherry, who sucked donkey balls like it was their chosen profession, Skafish, who were wikidbad, they even played a madness song, Duel Decay (Welsh Dan's band) who were cool and Rimshot, who were You Get What You Pay For last year, minus Herod. All was good and me and David danced in the mud to a fair few tracks. There was also a fair bit of mud wrestling. I have a few aftershots which I will upload eventually. Somewhere round here Lou attacked Blue, drawing blood and taking out a few chunks. David and I then went back to mine to get some food before Postfest. We went down the road to get a curry and came across a Conservative propaganda lorry thing. We tried to get hold of the police to tell them it was illegally parked and eventually found the driver to hurl abuse at him. He turned out to just be a driver though and didn't even like the Tories. David and I got back just in time for Postfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was djing from half 11 til midnight for the first time ever. I was really worried and had my whole set planned out. Turns out I really didn't need to be worried, my set went down really well and although I need a little practise switching songs, I think I did ok. It's also given me a taste for more DJing. David and I left soon after. We both had 9am starts and he was feeling a little rough. We both had got a bit drunk during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday had a horrid start. I got to my lab session late and then none of the machinary worked. We bitched at the guy in charge and got an extension for the lab write up. The afternoon kinda dragged on, but I skipped a crappy lecture to do some lab write ups. Tuesday evening I think I bummed around with David as we were both still knackered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got up late and then went on campus to meet up with by lab partners Abdul and Welsh Dan. Everything was going pretty shitty, but we got one of our lab done, but were having trouble with the other. So we then got another extention. I did spend 4 hours on campus trying to do them both though, and they aren't supposed to take that long. Grrr. I went over to David to watch Scrubs and Desperate Housewives. He was a little bit disappointed I got there later than I said I would. It was a very draining day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday had another 9am start with a four hour lab session. I did alright, managing to get 2 experiments done (I missed a session a while back when I had all my diseases). The lectures were average. I got home about 6pm, grabbed my card thingy then went straight down the local pllong station to cast my vote for both General and Local elections. I voted Lib Dem for both. I was still feeling very drained and so just went round David's and watched the election night coverage as I really wasn't up for Subversion. Me and David stayed up til gone 1am, but soon went to bed. I had a 10am start for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a bit dull during the day. Had far too many lectures/tutorials for my liking. 5 hours of stuff. It really upsets me when in one day I can have more hours than someone on another course has all week. Especially when they moan about how difficult it is to make them. Stab stab stab. Friday evening David came over to pick me up. We went and got a curry cause we were hungry but didn't want to cook. Still both having that tired feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was cool. We got up pretty late, then went in to town and milled about for a bit. David was looking at flat screen monitors and MP3 players. He got a 1G one, it's pretty nifty. We then went to the cinema to see Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I am an avid lover of the books and was so very worried they'd fuck it up. They didn't. The casting was done brilliantly, clearly learning from the mistakes of the TV series. I think I'll have to re-read the books, cause I don't remeber some of the stuff that happened either happening at all or in that order. I did enjoy the film, and with any luck I'll blog abut it in the movie review thingy. After the film, we went to blockbusters to rent out Blade Trinity. It was cool. I shall also write about that in the movie review thing sometime soonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I need to do a lab report, have a shower, maybe do some washing and go round to Chris' house for a BBQ. I think everyone else is already there, but it'll be on for a while. Hopefully I won't be long. There just isn't enough time in the week of a chemistry student with a full-time sexy boyfriend. I can't wait til I finish uni, and get a job. None of this doing work in your free time for free malarky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111555542767441761?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111555542767441761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111555542767441761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111555542767441761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111555542767441761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/yet-again.html' title='Yet Again'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111496263132011184</id><published>2005-05-01T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:50:31.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Due Entry</title><content type='html'>I kept meaning to write and entry and thinking long and hard about what I was gonna write, but I just never had the time. The past couple of weeks have been a bit hectic with settling back in to work. I also had 3 labs and a workshop this week, which drained 15 hours out of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last mentioned Hitch Hickers' Guide to the Galaxy tickets. Turns out they were for a set showing wednesday evening. Entry was free anyway if you had a flyer, so I really didn't win anything, seeing as Blue managed to get hold of a couple just by existing in the right place and the right time. He did offer me one, but I was busy and thought I had some extra special tickets. I don't want to have to wait til this film comes out on DVD to watch it, so I may try to drag David down to the cinema next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a full packed day. My morning lab went quite well, I ended up working with this girl called Tanya who had come prepared and worked out all the concentrations we needed to use and stuff and how to do the calculations, so by the looks of things, I don't need to do a lot for the write up. The afternoon was very draining and I didn't really feel up for Subversion, but I needed to sort through the rocksoc CDs and watch/listen to David's set (8-9pm). I wore the PVC top he bought me for my birthday, and I soon cheered up. The Charlies were wearing awesome porn shoes (of which I have a couple of pairs myself) and looked very sexy. I danced to quit a bit as well and had a good time, though I left early cause I had a 9am 4 hour lab session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday sucked ass. The lab was awful. We had to do the second half of an experiment. The trouble was, the lab script wasn't written in plain english, and we spent ages trying to figure out what the hell it wanted us to do. The computers and equipment needed to do it were also recently (within the last week) upgraded and no one really knew how to work them. They went alright, but the software used to analyse them hadn't been upgraded, so everything was well fucked up. The lab over ran. I wouldn't have minded so much if I hadn't had some work that needed finishing before it got handed in, and more than an hour for lunch before I had a 3 hour workshop. This meant I only handed in 2 out of 3 bits of work needed and niehter were finished. It also meant I didn't have a proper hour lunch break. On the plus side the workshop went alright, and I had a laugh in it. I met up with David after work, and although I had a little stress at stuff, he made it all better. I'm really glad we decided to get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was awoken by King invading David's room to give him his old G4 cube mac thingy. David has two normal pcs and a laptop. Two run Windows XP, one runs Linux. He wanted to complete the set. He seems to be quite impressed so far. Him and King were being all geeky most of the morning. I eventually got up, and Bee came to steal King back as they had to be somewhere. David and I went in to town, as I broke my sunglasses on Friday, so wanted to replace them. We bumped in to Richy and Christine and had lunch at Woody's. I got some sunglasses for a fiver, and a case so I didn't break these ones. Also got a couple of CDs, Slipknot (Iowa) and Pitchshifter (www.pitchshifter.com), both under £6. I got some bright red nail varnish too, which I'm now wearing, to look nice and trashy for Freefest. We then went to Sainsburys so David could buy some stuff as he was cokking for Bee and King in the evening. David then dropped me back off at mine so I could get ready to go to Manchester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on every outfit I own that was clean. My room is still covered in the rejected items of clothing. I wanted to wear something pretty sexy, but simple at the same time, yet comfortable. Basically a top that would allow me to move freely and a skirt that wouldn't need to be constantly pulled down. I went for a low cut black strappy top, a short black floaty skirt and my new rocks. Simply, yet sexy. Blue, the Charlies, Missa and Ash went down early, leaving me, Richy, Claire, Luke and Si to get the train I had intended us to. Other people were meant to come, but had cancelled, a couple of them hadn't bothered to tell me. I love it when people do that. It was just as well though. Our train didn't show. It wasn't delayed or cancelled, it never existed. We had to get a taxi to Notts. We squezzed in one of the larger taxis and went straight to the Speak Easy pub. Although it cost more, it meant we could have a drink first, and we even beat the others there! It wouldn't have mattered too much. The coach was late. Trent's union had fucked up the coach booking completely. The pick up point was somewhere else, and the time we were supposed to leave Manchester was written down as the time we were meant to be back in Notts. Thankfully the driver was awesome and it wasn't a problem, he even came to the club with us. There were a few shenanigans on the coach, including stopping off in some remote village near Manchester to go see one of the Trent people's Mum. Everyone got off the coach to meet her and use the loo, as well as saying hello to a few neighbours and scaring the odd Chav. Once in Manchester, we got some food and went to the Grand Central pub. After a couple of drinks, we moved on to Rock Kitchen for the night. It was awesome. I danced loads and had a good old natter with loads of people. I really enjoyed myself. Even saw Charlie2's friend Dan from Drayton Mannor again. Everyone had a wikid time, even if the two rooms were small, they played too much emo and hip-hop, and the bar was always 4/5 people thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was much quieter, but scarier. We drove back through the moors, where it was pitch black and foggy when a lightning storm broke out. There was no thunder, just lightning lighing up the entire sky and it was pissing down for a bit. I got a bit scared. I don't like storms. Didn't help Spike and Damo were exchanging ghost stories. Ah well, was all good. We got dropped off at the Uni round about and waved goodbye. I walked back with Richy to David's house, as he insisted I stayed at his, even though it was 5am by the time I got to his house. He's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I probably should do a bit of work. I have 2 lab reports and 2 tutorials in for friday, and Freefest/Postfest is tomorrow. I am well tired though, and really don't want to do anything, so I probably won't. I did do my nails and some washing though, so I'm not totally unproductive. I might tidy my room too. I am looking forward to tomorrow. Freefest is a good giggle, and Postfest is awesome. I am a bit nervous though, since I'm DJing at Postfest and I've never DJed before. I think I know what sort of songs to play, I'm just worried the CD will skip, or I'll press the wrong button or something. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is far too long to spell check. I didn't mean it to be so massive, I just had an awesome time in Manchester and didn't write about half of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111496263132011184?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111496263132011184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111496263132011184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111496263132011184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111496263132011184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/05/over-due-entry.html' title='Over Due Entry'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111460017758457902</id><published>2005-04-27T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:16:10.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Local and General Elections</title><content type='html'>I did a test to see who I should vote for, just for the fun of it, as I already know who I'm voting for. Turns out I totally picked the right party, by a good long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/wsyvfbloglogo.jpg" alt="Who Should You Vote For?" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Who should I vote for?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your expected outcome:&lt;/h2&gt;Liberal Democrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your actual outcome:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="border-right:2px solid black;" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" align="left" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="30" height="20"&gt;     &lt;font color="white"&gt;Labour 15&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="border-right:2px solid black;" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;Conservative -12     &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_light.gif" width="24" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" align="left" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="border-right:2px solid black;" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" align="left" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="90" height="20"&gt;     &lt;font color="white"&gt;Lib Dems 45&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="border-right:2px solid black;" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;UK Independence Party -20     &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_light.gif" width="40" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" align="left" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" style="border-right:2px solid black;" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" align="left" height="20" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/tiny_grey_dark.gif" width="34" height="20"&gt;     &lt;font color="white"&gt;Green 17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You should vote: Liberal Democrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.libdems.org.uk" target=_blank&gt;LibDems&lt;/a&gt; take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the test at &lt;a href="http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com"&gt;Who Should You Vote For?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not particularly surprised Green Party came second, beating Labour, due to my viewon the environment and what we should be doing about global warming and stuff. Thing is, I would rather vote Labour than Green really, as some of the Green's policies are unrealistic and just wouldn't work. They don't have the first idea about how to actually run a country as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad UKIP are at minus 22 or whatever it is. I had 3 flyers come in through my door today. Labour, Lib Dems and UKIP. UKIP went straight in to the bin. They can fuck right off. Xenophobic twats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending off for a Liberal Democrats poster thing to put in my window. As you can tell, I'm well in to my politics and voting stuff. I've always kept a close eye on the news and my favourite TV show ever probably is Have I Got News for You. I'm not under any illusion that Lib Dems will win this elction, but I think Graeme Smith (lib dem) could be the MP for this town and I think Lib Dems could easily become the opposition party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111460017758457902?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111460017758457902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111460017758457902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111460017758457902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111460017758457902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/local-and-general-elections.html' title='Local and General Elections'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111454802580597253</id><published>2005-04-26T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:43:05.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>Today I won two tickets to go see Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy, with a little help from DotWaffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my lame ass cinema phobia I will wait a little bit before I go see it, so as the crowds are less. I will be taking David with my other ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offended again today, by a couple of people this time. One I've never spoken to in real life, the other I don't think I've even seen in real life. I really hate the way people insist on being offensive for no reason to someone they don't even know. I hate the way that on the internet, people make snap judgements of you from the few things you may or may not have said. For starters, people have different personna on the internet and you also can not tell how the statement was meant to be taken. You no longer have the benefit of tone of voice or body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens a lot on the net, and it does annoy me. I try my best to be diplomatic and stop others from doing it to each other, but at the same time, if someone slanders me, especially if they haven't met me and don't know the first thing about me, I refuse to stand by and let them get away with it. I have learnt though not to be rude back and explain that what was said was out of line and harsh. I have got better with dealing with online, but I'm still the same this side of the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't want let get me down. These people are clearly losers with nothing better to do. I have actually had a good couple of days recently and things are definately looking up. I mean, I even won a competition! Woooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111454802580597253?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111454802580597253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111454802580597253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111454802580597253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111454802580597253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy_26.html' title='Hitchhikers&apos; Guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111444902100926287</id><published>2005-04-25T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:12:37.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissistic and so Shallow</title><content type='html'>I stole this personality test from Vicki's LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="330" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be pretty narcissitic, it's pretty damn obvious, but in my opinion it's not really a disorder. In fact, I think it's a good thing to have. It's where my self-confidence comes from, and although maybe that's not the best way to achieve it, it does mean I'm better in group/social situations. So I may end up going further in life than someone who is less self-assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I was Histrionic though. Although I did have to look that one up first. Yes I dress and act provocatively, but that's because I feel happy and comfortable like that. I enjoy showing off, being the centre of attention is a byproduct of that, not the intention. I wear what I think makes me look good and helps to make me feel happy. If I didn't get attention from it, I wouldn't do something else purely to get that attention back. I do like to be the centre of attention every now and again, but who doesn't? I certainly don't feel I have low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paranoia is higher than I thought it would be and I didn't think I was particularly anti-social. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also drank a pint of milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111444902100926287?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111444902100926287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111444902100926287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111444902100926287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111444902100926287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/narcissistic-and-so-shallow.html' title='Narcissistic and so Shallow'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111436129285585106</id><published>2005-04-24T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:48:12.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><content type='html'>David and I got back together on Tuesday. We've agreed we still like each other enough to make it worth while trying again and that breaking up may have been a bit hasty. Hopefully stuff will work out this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now. David came over Thursday afternoon to cheer me up cause he didn't like the idea of me being miserable on my birthday. He even drove me on to campus to get the things I needed off my lab partner for my lab write up. I then spent most of the afternoon doing it before I started to get ready for the first Subversion of term. I wore the corset I bought ages ago, but hadn't had the chance to wear since. It went down &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well. Apparently I had a circle of guys around me starring most of the night. I didn't notice. I only danced to one song all night, and I felt like my boob was going to fall out. It was all good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had a lame start. I had labs first thing. They weren't too bad though. Dan joined mine and Abdul's group and we played with liquid nitrogen. It was cool. In fact it was freezing. Well, about minus 70 degrees. I had an hour free for lunch and then another lecture before I got home. I had a shower and got myself ready to meet up with David after he finished work. We went to his house where he had 4 presents waiting for me. He spent most of Wednesday buying me presents since he hadn't got me anything yet. It was so sweet. I asked to wait til friday to have them since my birthday was so crummy and I wanted to be able to enjoy them. He got me two rare Marilyn Manson records, Soulfly's first album (limited edition) and a really sexy PVC top. I love all of them, they were all so perfect, and I didn't ask for any of them, he just knew! He also got me a SpongeBob SquarePants cake! We then had a curry, followed by tea and cake. I had such a grown up birthday party, just the two of us. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday David went off to go see his parents, so I had the day to myself. I went in to town with my housemate Ed and went to the Left Legged Pineapple to buy some CDs with my birthday money. I bought some CDs to replace minidiscs (as they're now obsolete) and a couple of others an a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineshank - Height of Callousness (replacement)&lt;br /&gt;RHCP - By the Way (replcement)&lt;br /&gt;Ill Nino - Confession (whim)&lt;br /&gt;Chimaira - Pass Out of Existance (whim)&lt;br /&gt;Korn - Untouchables (replacement)&lt;br /&gt;Fear Factory - Archetype (replacement)&lt;br /&gt;Kasabian - Club Foot - (single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of which were more than £8. I refuse to spend more than a tenner on a CD. I'm saving a bit more money to maybe buy an outfit or something. Hopefully I'll have a bit more left over to buy some other albums too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I met up with Blue, Richy, Sam, Michael, Christine, Charlie2, Metal Luke, Punk Matt and I think someone else wa there, but I appear to have fotgotten who, to go see Comedy Club at the union. The compare dude was shit. The two comedians were funny though, especially the second one. I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've slept through most of. Watched a bit of the Grand Prix in Italy and am about to start a lab write up. Sorry this was such a long entry! I couldn't be arsed to check for mistakes, so sorry if there are any!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111436129285585106?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111436129285585106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111436129285585106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111436129285585106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111436129285585106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/together-again.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111409872737822287</id><published>2005-04-21T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:52:07.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>The bit I forgot to mention in my last post was that Charlie came over Monday night, and we had a long girly chat for about 3 hours. I accidentally foiled her plans of going to the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I accidentally got up an hour earlier than I needed to. Richy said he was coming over to fetch me at 8.50am. In my head, this means ten to eight. Whoops. Still, better an hour early than an hour late. We all met up at the BP garage (Richy, Shellie, Pete, Charlie2, Steph, Jaycee, King, Charlie2's mate Dan and me) before we headed off in two cars to Drayton Manor theme park. The weather was a bit shitty, but that made the day better. No one else was there! We didn't have to queue for a single ride, at the worst we had to wait for the ride to end before we got on. It meant we went on pretty much everything at least twice if not 3 times. It was wikidbad. We all had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had labs first thing. I managed to make it there only a couple of minutes late. Pretty impressive. I also finished an hour and a half early, which made it even better. On the downside of things, because I spent all day yesterday on my feet, walking, running and jumping around, as well as going on stand-up roller coaters and the like, there's a muscle in my left thigh which seems to be a bit stiff. Walking up and down stairs is a bit of challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've skipped my afternoon lectures for a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't really walk properly&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a lab report in for tomorrow and have no other time to do it&lt;br /&gt;3) It's my birthday and I'm too depressed to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last point may seem a bit weird. It's my birthday; I'm supposed to be happy. Well I haven't had a good birthday since I was 14. Very few people even remembered it was my birthday and I knew what stuff I was getting. It made me pretty depressed, so I cried, and then wasn't really in a fit state to go to my lectures. I might go buy myself a cake to cheer me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111409872737822287?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111409872737822287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111409872737822287&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111409872737822287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111409872737822287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111390561491669222</id><published>2005-04-19T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:13:34.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Loops</title><content type='html'>I'm eating Honey Loops and couldn't think of an actual title for my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in a lecture right now. I haven't got back in to the habit of getting up an hour before I need to leave. I keep getting up an hour before the lecture starts, so I don't have time to get up, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my make up and eat breakfast before I leave. I also had a tutorail at 9am. I tried to get out of bed but felt very sick and couldn't move. Early mornings seem to have that effect on me, I'm sure I'll eventually get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not happy. I feel beter than yesterday and the day before, but that's not hard. David is coming over later, so maybe we'll figure some stuff out. I will be cooking us chili. I would have had to use up my mince anyway, but when I know I'm not just cooking for me, it motivates me to do something half decent, cause it feels like it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had more to write about, but I clearly don't. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111390561491669222?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111390561491669222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111390561491669222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111390561491669222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111390561491669222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/honey-loops.html' title='Honey Loops'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111377123536615661</id><published>2005-04-17T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:53:55.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>Things are looking down. I did manage to kinda half do the tutorial that needs to be in for tomorrow, but it made my brain hurt and I just really didnt get it. Even had my mate Dan helping me and all the notes, but it was still too tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression has begun to set in. As you can see from last night's bout of posts I wasn't in the best of moods. To be honest, it's mainly I'm feeling a bit lonely. Sure I got plenty of friends, but I know that I don't function well without a boyfriend. I blame the fact that throughout my teenage years, I may as well have been an orphan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having someone there, to share stuff with and to cuddle up to. Just knowing someone cares and loves you just as much as you love them. It makes me feel complete in a way. Today I've been kinda miserable. I'm happy enough in my front, but it's like a part of me isn't there when I'm sitting aroud laughing and joking with friends. It's like there's this one part of me that's off somewhere else, trying to find the bit that's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta figure out whether it really is David I miss, or just not having that "someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my Dad accidently phoned me the other day. Apparently he was trying to phone my mum, so I'm slightly insulted it was me he mixed her up with. Still, he was phoning to say he bought a new car. He's wanted a new one for ages, and his job is now finally permenant (he's been a bit unstable work wise for nearly 2 years) and I really think he deserved something after having a bit of a rough time. He wanted a Subaru Forester, which is essentially a big estate car with 4 wheel drive. Although it's usually just him, he does travel and hour or so to work everyday, so needs comfort. He goes fishing every weekend and need a lot of boot space and 4 wheel drive would be most useful. There's also the time where he has to ransport me and my stuff about, and I have a lot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Subaru place didn't have any in stock or something, so my Dad got a big 4x4. Although I am totally against the idea of big 4x4s when you don't really need it, my Dad can almost justify it. He does need a big car for the fishing and stuff, it certainly doesn't fit in to a saloon car and he wanted 4 wheel drive. Looks like the market didn't give him much of a choice. Still, he be paying through the nose when it comes to fuelling the beast. He says he's politcally incorrect, so at least he knows he shouldn't really have a 4x4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use cars less, stick to speed limits, drive sensibly and don't buy a car with a bigger engine than you need. Otherwise, you're a twat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111377123536615661?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111377123536615661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111377123536615661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111377123536615661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111377123536615661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111368863157411126</id><published>2005-04-16T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:02:09.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Entry</title><content type='html'>You can tell I'm in a bad mood. I did these 3 quizzes, and they've all said I'm evil. Maybe I actually am evil? Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like the picture of this one. I also agree with the facial expression, I would kill through gritted teeth and teary eyes, you know, if I ever killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112529985_zB_revenge.JPG" border="0" alt="Revenge killer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You kill for&lt;br&gt;revenge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is because you have lost something or&lt;br&gt;someone you held very dear. Now you can't seem&lt;br&gt;to get over the loss that marked your soul, and&lt;br&gt;the only solution is to go after the one person&lt;br&gt;who brought all this pain to you. Chances are&lt;br&gt;you are angry inside and you bottle everything&lt;br&gt;up and don't talk to anyone about it. People&lt;br&gt;may want to help, but you think that they can&lt;br&gt;never understand your pain and only get&lt;br&gt;frustrated because of this. But it is important&lt;br&gt;to see all that you have left and be thankful&lt;br&gt;of that even if you have lost something great.&lt;br&gt;It may not be true that Times heals all wounds,&lt;br&gt;but with time and talking about your feelings,&lt;br&gt;maybe the hurt will ease.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Yourself&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "You can close your eyes to&lt;br&gt;reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J.&lt;br&gt;Lec&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Gritted teeth and&lt;br&gt;teary eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You%3F%20%5Bcool%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not so sure about this one. Probably just in the wrong place emotionally right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coreina/1080315404_ilderaaaa5.jpg" border="0" alt="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FROZEN QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont want love to come through to you. You like&lt;br&gt;it the way you are. To be unreachable, no need&lt;br&gt;to show feelings. Hiding everything inside you.&lt;br&gt;You are already used to it. You say yourself&lt;br&gt;that you dont need anyone, that you stand on&lt;br&gt;your own two feet or that you dont have time&lt;br&gt;for these things. But in reality you are scared&lt;br&gt;to get hurt. You feel save where you are: by&lt;br&gt;yourself, nobody can hurt you there. You&lt;br&gt;invent your own relationship in your dreams.&lt;br&gt;You just need to know that you COULD get a&lt;br&gt;partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Love Test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This one is very accurate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112622960_re.Element.JPG" border="0" alt="Fire element"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Fire. Like fire, you have a hot&lt;br&gt;temper and you can be warm and loving as well&lt;br&gt;and angry and wild. It all really comes down to&lt;br&gt;what you are feeling. You have a lot of close&lt;br&gt;friends who you are very protective over, and&lt;br&gt;with your temper probably some enemies too. You&lt;br&gt;are not Miss Popular in school since you are&lt;br&gt;your own person and don't want to be forced&lt;br&gt;into behaving this or that way. You are the&lt;br&gt;untamed wild horse, the kind that everyone&lt;br&gt;wants to catch. But you don't want to be tied&lt;br&gt;down for the moment and just keep going with&lt;br&gt;your little crushes. Your will is strong and if&lt;br&gt;you set your mind to do something, you will&lt;br&gt;most likely succeed. But beware, your friends&lt;br&gt;may not always accept your mood-swinging&lt;br&gt;behaviour. Even if you don't mean to be mean,&lt;br&gt;they can still feel hurt. You just need to&lt;br&gt;start thinking some things through before you&lt;br&gt;do them, and not always jump in with so much&lt;br&gt;courage. One day you may be hurt because of&lt;br&gt;that, but then again, your element isn't fire&lt;br&gt;if you start to analyse situations before you&lt;br&gt;act. After all, your nature is to shoot first&lt;br&gt;and ask the questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element%3F%20%5Bwith%20pics%20%2B%207%20outcomes%20%2B%20detailed%20answeres!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your element?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111368863157411126?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111368863157411126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111368863157411126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111368863157411126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111368863157411126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-entry.html' title='Another Entry'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111368561194717165</id><published>2005-04-16T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:06:51.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Some people just rub you up the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse when they used to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in question I don't think enough of to believe they did it on purpose. They're too stupid to think like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind. I'll be there to watch them fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111368561194717165?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111368561194717165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111368561194717165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111368561194717165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111368561194717165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111367459046271426</id><published>2005-04-16T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:03:10.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Day Go?</title><content type='html'>I was up until about 4.30am last night. Mainly watching TV, but also have late night conversations with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, well, afternoon, about 1pm. I then milled about on the computer and stuff and next time I looked at the clock it was 5pm. Where the hell did the day go? I know I got up late, but I keep misplacing hours here and there. It's begining to feel like the dude Edward Norton played in Fight Club. I need to sort my sleeping pattern out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to do some work. It probably won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111367459046271426?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111367459046271426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111367459046271426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111367459046271426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111367459046271426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/where-did-day-go.html' title='Where Did the Day Go?'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111358536902980891</id><published>2005-04-15T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:18:14.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Quiz</title><content type='html'>Here you go Bill, now don't say I don't do anything you ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Total volume of music files on my computer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I think I have about 15 songs in total. I don't really download music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Last cd I bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Astro Creep 2000 - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;     Love Metal - HIM&lt;br /&gt;     (bought at the same time from Fopp in Covent Garden)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. last song i listened to before doing this meme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Currently listening to track 2 of Soulfly's 3rd album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. five songs i've listened to a lot this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Some will be songs, some albums because I tend to stick a CD on and leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *     Kasabian - Club Foot (constantly on the 3 rock channels, but I actually quite like it, but don't worry, I'm ashamed of myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *     Soulfly - Soulfly (album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *     Killswitch Engage - The End of Heartache (album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *     HIM - Love Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *     Fear Factory - Digimortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. five people I want to do this meme:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not really that bothered, but people I think might steal it off me:&lt;br /&gt;Acidic Spunk&lt;br /&gt;Vicki&lt;br /&gt;Charlie1&lt;br /&gt;Erm&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have locked myself away from the outside world. I need to sit and clear my head. I think I have decided to remain single for at least the time being and see how I get on with that. I need to figure out whether I want to get back with David and whether it's because I want him, or I just want someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird because anytime I've had to make a decision like this, it's been pretty clear cut. I either like the person or I hate them. I do like David, but is it enough to try to start again? Probably shouldn't blog any further about this. Safe to say I am deeply confused and struggling to find the answers to my questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111358536902980891?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111358536902980891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111358536902980891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111358536902980891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111358536902980891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/yet-another-quiz.html' title='Yet Another Quiz'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111348483522263889</id><published>2005-04-14T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:24:08.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Personality</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Vikci's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you.  You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outgoing&lt;/b&gt; - You can liven up any party.  You've got a way with people and have little difficulty charming your dates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sensual&lt;/b&gt; - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality.  You know what you like and do not feel inhibited.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practical&lt;/b&gt; - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart.  Flashy, materialistic people turn you off.  You appreciate the simpler side of living.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest.  You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intellectual&lt;/b&gt; - You seek out intelligence.  Idle chit-chat is not what you are after.  You prefer your date who can stimulate your mind.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; width: 220px; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Outgoing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Sensual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Practical&lt;br&gt;5. Liberal&lt;br&gt;6. Big-Hearted&lt;br&gt;7. Intellectual&lt;br&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br&gt;9. Stylish&lt;br&gt;10. Funny&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; width: 220px; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Practical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Intellectual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Big-Hearted&lt;br&gt;5. Outgoing&lt;br&gt;6. Sensual&lt;br&gt;7. Conservative&lt;br&gt;8. Stylish&lt;br&gt;9. Funny&lt;br&gt;10. Athletic&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Online Dating Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I agree with most of it. Except for the going out bit. I mean, I do love a good night out, but I do prefer to be cuddled up indoors every once in a while. To say that flshy materialistic guys are a turn off is wrong. They attract me in the short term, but there has to be something more to keep me interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stupid Blogger and it's inability to fit stuff in. Once there's been a couple more posts I'm sure it won't still be invading the right hand columns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111348483522263889?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111348483522263889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111348483522263889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111348483522263889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111348483522263889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/dating-personality.html' title='Dating Personality'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111348292907175318</id><published>2005-04-14T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:48:49.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over the Place</title><content type='html'>Well, what have I been up to since the 10th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up Sunday night. I'd been feeling dodgy all day, and it was kind of a relief to get rid of some of my insides. I slept surprisingly well afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got up really late, stil feeling pretty rough. I eventually got off my arse and went round to see my Grandparents (Dad's side). They were well happy to see me and my Grandad even slipped me £20 when my Gran left the room. My Dad then came and picked me up from there once he finished work, picked up my suitcases from back home, and then went round to see my other set of Grandparents. It's partly cause I don't ever seem to see either of them very often, but also cause it's my birthday in 7 days. My Dad then took me to my Mum's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. I woke up late, as I've still got a messed up sleeping pattern and then went in to Northampton shopping with my Mum. I got her to spend about £40 on me. I got a DVD, lots of pants and a new bag. I like bags. Later that day I relaised that I had left my phone charger at my Dad's. I had Lamb Biryani for tea. It wasn't as good as the Rupika one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Got my Dad to take my charger to work with him, and then got my Mum to drive to his work. It's not too far out of the way fro my Mum, as my Dad works in Milton Keynes. We then ended up going shopping again. I got more stuff. I bought myself a really nice top and used the twenty quid my Grandad gave me to buy 3 games in erm, Game. I got Enternal Drakness, Need for Speend Underground and Prince of Persia, Sands of Time. They have a 3 for £20 offer in the preowned section. I like preowned game. Recycled goodness. David came over in the evening to discuss stuff and us. We kinda realised maybe the breakup was a bit hasty, but we're not sure if getting back together is what we want. I certainly need to sort my head out. I thought I was ok, but the last two days I've been pretty hung up on stuff. Stoopid emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. I got up about 11.30am. I'm still half asleep. I've also noticed that everytime I try to eat something I start to feel sick. I haven't fisihed a meal in days. Not really anyway. I wouldn't mind so much if I'd actually been losing weight. Damn you Acidic Spunk, you were right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111348292907175318?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111348292907175318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111348292907175318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111348292907175318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111348292907175318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-over-place.html' title='All Over the Place'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111314420979358225</id><published>2005-04-10T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:44:47.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget the Fallout</title><content type='html'>Last night was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it impressive how someone you've only recently become friends with can say only a few harsh words, whether you think they mean it or not, and it can reduce you to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is saying some pretty harsh stuff to you, there are only two reactions. &lt;br /&gt;1) You retalliate with equally mean things&lt;br /&gt;2) You cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I took the second route, even though I don't think I deserved the onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, we made up this morning. I hate not being friends with people and I try my best not to hold grudges. Life's too short to do that. Things may be a bit rocky at first, but hopefully everything will work out fine. I'm certainly pretty positive about it all. Hiccups happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111314420979358225?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111314420979358225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111314420979358225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111314420979358225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111314420979358225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-forget-fallout.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget the Fallout'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111308420918567289</id><published>2005-04-09T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:08:22.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><content type='html'>I got a blogger pet, stole the idea from Bunny. It's a cute little kitty. I'm gonna have to think of a name for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done much else in the last couple of days really. Bought a few things though. Secretary on DVD, HIM album, White Zombie album, new top, red fishnet tights and white fishnet tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might update properly when there's something more interesting to say. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111308420918567289?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111308420918567289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111308420918567289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111308420918567289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111308420918567289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111288706040364113</id><published>2005-04-07T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:17:40.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppin' Sprogs</title><content type='html'>I was in the town centre of my home town today, milling about picking up a few bits and pieces, when I bumped in to an old friend of mine who I hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. She started telling me about all the people in our years that have been having babies. It's crazy shit I tell you! Half these people I wouldn't even consider as Chavs, so it is a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention a couple of things in my last post:&lt;br /&gt;1) I discovered why milk floats are elctric, not petrol run. I was having trouble sleeping tuesday night, when I heard a faint sound from outside. I looked out my windo thinking I'd see an animal or maybe a burgular, but instead it's a milk float. They were delivering milk at what must have been about 3am. Milk floats are electric so that they don't wake you when they're delivering milk at random times in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When my Dad and I stopped off at Watford Gap service station for dinner on the way home, some guy behind the counter started quizzing me about me being a goth. "are er you one of those erm people they call goth?" he asked before even asking what I wanted to eat. He then started asking what it is that makes you a goth and what music I listen to. And before Damian jumps in and shouts "But you're not a flaming goth!", I must point out to this guy, I was. He's not gonna know what I mean if I say, no, I'm a spooky kid or mansonite or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to town was fairly productive. First time I've left the safety of a house on my own since Friday. I got myself a small travel suitcase, cause I've wanted one for ages and decided 100% what phone to get for my birthday. I was unsure cause I wanted to keep my old sim card, but the new phone I want is only available on Vodaphone. I was worried I wouldn't be able to use it, since even if I unlocked it, my old sim card wouldn't be up to the job. Apparently I could have problems. However, he bloke in the shop showed me that vodaphone do actually have a better pay as you go price plan thing than the O2 one I have now. So, just to warn you all, I will be switching numbers in the new future. The downside being I'll have to type in all the numbers I have in my new phone. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think there's anymore to report other than I am still feeling happy and positive about things. I'm just worried it'll all be undone when I return to uni. I shall have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111288706040364113?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111288706040364113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111288706040364113&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111288706040364113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111288706040364113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/poppin-sprogs.html' title='Poppin&apos; Sprogs'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111281835126211953</id><published>2005-04-06T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:12:31.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I've settled back in at home quite nicely. I have Sky here, which is great cause it has software that works unlike some other digital tv providers *cough*NTL*cough*. I haven't really done anything yet, just bummed around and watched TV, but I already feel better. Around 2/3pm today I was even quite smiley and even skipped from the living room to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By leaving, I unfortunately missed King's birthday drink up, but on the plus side it means there was no awkwardness between me and David, since we didn't have to face each other. Things actually feel a bit better between us too. I was quite angry with him Monday night and we eventually had a bit of a rant at each other on Tuesday and got things out that needed to be said. It relaxed the both of us and helped to establish some boundaries. One of the downsides is we agreed not to directly contact each other anymore, just so we have some space. I think it's a good idea, but I'm finding it weird. I wanna text someone about some random thing that just happened to me, and that person used to be him. I can't do that anymore. Still, it's something that has to be done and I'll just have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm away from uni. Even if my brother did leave a layer of crumbs on my bed and the pillows smell an the douvet dosen't have a cover on it. I feel a lot clearer already, and I haven't even been gone 24 hours. What's great is that my Dad has made friends with a cat. It's next door's cat, but it often seems to get lonely and hungry, so comes round here. It's not fully grown yet and it's really cute. I like kitties. It sat up with me til gone 2am cause I'm still having trouble sleeping. I will be staying put here for as long as possible. I'm liking the peace of mind it brings. I'm feeling more like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111281835126211953?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111281835126211953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111281835126211953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111281835126211953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111281835126211953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111262333231526676</id><published>2005-04-04T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:02:12.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Additives</title><content type='html'>I've added Bee and Vicki in to the Live Journal links section. It seems Live Journal people have far more a community thing going on than blogger (look, I got it right acidic!). I kinda like the annoymousness of blogger, but it would be nice if there was more of a community. Still, I have an LJ account so can have the best of both worlds, but get to blog somewhere half decent. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may remove a couple of people from my list. Steve for instance hasn't blogged in bloody ages and stopped actually blogging about himself long before that. Unless of course he really was on a world trip and his plan crashed, or he was captured by terrorists. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I will be going to my Dad's Tuesday evening. I just dont wanna be alone or have to cook for myself, cause it's really not gonna happen. Especially since I'm running low on food and I don't wanna leave my bedroom, let alone the house. Though I do wish to loose weight, so not eating may be a good thing. I don't know when I'll be coming back, but it will be before the start of term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111262333231526676?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111262333231526676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111262333231526676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111262333231526676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111262333231526676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/additives.html' title='Additives'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111253333585048207</id><published>2005-04-03T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:02:15.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Goes By</title><content type='html'>Well I think it's safe to say most people know about the dreaded break up. Everyone's been pretty supportive and a lot of people have been going through it recently, so there's plenty of people about I can be all miserable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was actually alright. Mossy came over on his way to the train station and dropped off Devil May Cry 2 so I can play it on the play station. I've fairly recently completed Devil May Cry and then saw the advert for Devil May Cry 3. I was considering going in to town to buy the second one when Mossy mentioned he had it. I watched the intro to it and couldn't believe how unbelieveably cool it looked. Kick Ass! Didn't get much chance to play it though, as Mr Kinge soon phoned me up and invited me round Park Road to sit in the sun and vegetate. I don't really like the sun or outside, but given the circumstances I knew I wasn't likely to leave my bedroom in the next few days, so I thought I'd take this oppertunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually a fair few people showed up and we sat about all afternoon and nattered away about nothing in particular. It's great to know you've got friends that you can count on. It really meant a lot to me. I'm sure it's more they just wanted to sit in the sun, but it was really good of them to invite me. Bee also cooked me lunch, and it was well tasty. Even though it all came from jars, she did a wikidbad job, I couldn't have cooked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed til about 8 o'clock. Probably would have left earlier, but Dr Who was on, so we all got bundled in the living room as King loves it so much. I have to say, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I've never watched an episode of Dr Who before, so I figured I wouldn't have a clue what they're on about. I assumed it'd be well cheesy too. That wasn't the case. I almost liked it. I'll probably watch it again next week. I didn't like Billie Piper's attempt at speaking English though, it's worse than most of the cast of Eastenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the feelings front I'm still coming to terms with it. I don't think it's set in just yet. I have an awful feeling the worst is yet to come. I'm gonna try to tackle it head on though. Although that might mean going to the parents' for a few days. I've asked my Dad if he can pick me up this week. I guess I just wanna get away from it all. Still, I'm worried that it'll make things harder when I inevitably come back.  It's just so weird without him. I'm used to spending most of my time with him. It's gonna take some real adjusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111253333585048207?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111253333585048207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111253333585048207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111253333585048207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111253333585048207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As Time Goes By'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111243502544753437</id><published>2005-04-02T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:43:45.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves Company</title><content type='html'>I find the expression "Misery Loves Company" rather strange. When I'm miserable, I usually wanna be left totally alone. A hug can really help, but I deal with things by wallowing in self-pity, especially when there's no one around to hug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't guess, I'm miserable, and for once I have reason to be. David and I broke up late last night. I'm really pretty upset about it. We've always known that we're very different and want different things out of life in the long run, but always had fun and a good time together. However, things did start to stagnate. We got to a point where we just stopped and the relationship wasn't going to go anywhere. Infact it probably would have got worse. I don't think either of us wanted it to end, but we both knew that we needed to. End it on a high note as it was, before all memories of each other are ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't blog over the next few days, or seem a bit more cynical/sadistic than usual you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go back to the parents for a few days just to get away from all the memories, or go find a friend to stay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, although I am feeling delicate to say the least, I'd much rather people didn't pussyfoot around me like I've got some disease, but you can't talk about it. By all means spread the news, so people don't accidently put their foot in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone asks, I'm not ok. I'm dealing with it in the only way I know how to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111243502544753437?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111243502544753437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111243502544753437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111243502544753437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111243502544753437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery Loves Company'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111237507801613449</id><published>2005-04-01T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:05:37.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Month</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this on Zen Hex. I thought it was pretty accurrate, so decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1988"&gt;"What does your birth month reveal about you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret.Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their luver can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111237507801613449?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111237507801613449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111237507801613449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111237507801613449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111237507801613449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/birth-month.html' title='Birth Month'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111236988456448191</id><published>2005-04-01T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:38:04.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Contents</title><content type='html'>Yoinked from Bill's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;List the contents of your purse/backpack/man-bag/whatever. OK GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- purse&lt;br /&gt;- make-up&lt;br /&gt;- gum&lt;br /&gt;- mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;- keys&lt;br /&gt;- mini disc player&lt;br /&gt;- sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;- glasses&lt;br /&gt;- hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;- nailvarnish x2 (colour and top coat)&lt;br /&gt;- eyedrops (I had conjuctivitis)&lt;br /&gt;- perfume&lt;br /&gt;- tampon x2&lt;br /&gt;- handywipe (cause you never know)&lt;br /&gt;- hairband x2&lt;br /&gt;- pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that's a lot of crap for one small bag. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently David's been making me walk to and from his house. I need the exercise, but I'm really not liking it. It's got me using my minidisc player again though. Not sure if that's a plus or a down side. I guess it does mean I don't have put up with whatever "music" David wants to listen to in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of food and probably need to go shopping. I'm too lazy to do so. Well actually, I've got enough to last a couple of days, but I'm too lazy to cook anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTL are being bastards. Although it's probably my fault. Half my channels are missing. I no longer have Skuzz, Kerrang!, NickToons Tv or SkyOne Mix. I do still have Sky One, Toonami and ITV2 so I'm surviving. I also can't make calls out. I can receive calls, but the line goes dead whenver I try to dial out. Internet works fine though. I did pay my bill a bit late. Probably should have told them about it. Oh well. It'll be sorted in a couple of days when the cheque goes through. I'd phone to tell 'em, but I can't dial out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111236988456448191?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111236988456448191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111236988456448191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111236988456448191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111236988456448191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/04/bag-contents.html' title='Bag Contents'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111227849361845137</id><published>2005-03-31T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:14:53.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble sleeping as of late. It's all my own fault, but it's becoming a viscious circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up late because I don't like mornings, I'm lazy and have nothing better to do. I then go to bed about 11-12 with David, but find it diffiuclt to sleep. I eventually fall alseep gone 1am. In the morning I am too tired to get up, so often don't til gone 12pm. I then go to bed again about 12am, but then don't fall asleep til gone 2am. I then get up even later in the morning/early afternoon and then again can't get to sleep til about 3am. It's really starting to wear me out and piss me off. Although I didn't get to sleep til about 3am, I got up about 11am, so hopefully this evening I will actually fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have finally set up my movie review blog. I will add a link to it when I've actually posted something. Anyone else that wishes to write for it, let me know and I'll add you to the members list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111227849361845137?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111227849361845137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111227849361845137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111227849361845137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111227849361845137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111210750367162419</id><published>2005-03-29T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:07:51.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Not a lot to report. I really haven't been up to much at all. Still, I have been thinking (yes, it hurt) about creating anoter blog. One about films. I often seem to watch one and then talk about it on here, but not in much depth. It would work along the same basis as the Game Blog that I'm a writer for, so if anyone is interested in joining in to review movies or hype up the new ones, then let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, I found this quiz on Damian's Live Journal (which there's a new link for) and thought it fitted nicely in with today's topic. I also managed to do the coding properly. Turns out it's simply because I can't copy and paste properly. If only I wasn't so retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You scored as Sadistic Humour.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations, you scored Sadistic Humour. You find the little things in life to be funny, and have a great sense of humour, whether it's stupid or dark. You're probably young, and older people don't understand why it's all so fucking hillarious. Either way, check out: Clerks, Mallrats, Napoleon Dynamite, Wayne's World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sadistic Humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mindfuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mindless Action Flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="45"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama/Suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="35"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="15"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Romantic Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1389"&gt;Movie Recommendation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own both Wayne's World films on DVDs as they're truly awesome. I didn't really like Mallrats though, it's a bit too low brow for me in some respects. Haven't seen the other two, but maybe I'll check them out. I think I do have a sadistic humour, as programs like "When good times go bad" and "World's greatest sporting injuries" make me laugh. I do also like sci-fi movies, but I'm surprised mindless action-flick didn't come up higher as move of my DVDs come under that section. What with a Die Hard Trilogy box set, Pitch Black, Resident Evil, Triple X and Equilibrium all being in my collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111210750367162419?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111210750367162419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111210750367162419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111210750367162419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111210750367162419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111193746760779566</id><published>2005-03-27T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:38:26.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunday</title><content type='html'>I refuse to aknowledge the religioug holiday that is occurring today in the same way that I would not aknowledge something like Ramadan (random non-christian thing that fell off the top of my head). I did get Easter Eggs, but that's cause my Mum pretends she's a Christian now and again. Speaking of which, her and my bro came down today and took me and David out for a Sunday Roast at the Toby Carvary in town. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much Friday evening. Moped about a bit before David picked me up and then I moped at his whilst watching TV. Saturday we went into town to get a few bits and pieces and then reneted out a couple of films. I got Layer Cake as it was free from last time and The Incredibles. I was impressed with both films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Cake was directed by the same guy that did Snatch, so I expected it to be a lot like that. Although it was a gnagster/drug dealer film, it was quite a clever and complicated one. I really enojoyed it and like the way being a criminal wasn't glorified too much and the deaths were not put in just for the sake of it or anything. Not much more to say cause I think it's one of those films you have to watch 2 or 3 times before you really get what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles was awesome. I didn't really think Pixar could get much better, but they have. The first half hour of it was actually quite depressing considering it was a kids film, but it really made the plot line a lot stronger. It was very funny and very entertaining. I would highly recommend it to anyone. The only downside is that the ending was kinda left open for a sequel. I don't like it when films do that as it doesn't really end, and then if there isn't a sequel the questions are never answered. I'm sure they will do another one, as this one only felt like an episode, not an entire film even though it was 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this personality quiz thing from Bill's Live Journal. I think it's pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion   ||||||||||||||   56%&lt;br /&gt;Stability  ||||||||||||          46%&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness  ||||||||||||||          56%&lt;br /&gt;Empathy  ||||                  16%&lt;br /&gt;Interdependence ||||||||||||||||  63%&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual  ||||||||||||||||||  76%&lt;br /&gt;Mystical  ||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Artistic  ||                  10%&lt;br /&gt;Religious  ||                  10%&lt;br /&gt;Hedonism  ||||||                  23%&lt;br /&gt;Materialism  ||||||||||||||||  70%&lt;br /&gt;Narcissism  ||||||||||||||||  70%&lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness ||||||||||          36%&lt;br /&gt;Work ethic  ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Self absorbed  ||||||||||||||          56%&lt;br /&gt;Conflict seeking||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Need to dominate||||||||||||          50%&lt;br /&gt;Romantic  ||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant  ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Anti-authority  ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Wealth          ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Dependency  ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Change averse  ||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness  ||||||||||||||          56%&lt;br /&gt;Individuality  ||||||||||||          50%&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality  ||||||||||||||          56%&lt;br /&gt;PeterPan complex||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Physical security||||||||||||||||  70%&lt;br /&gt;Food indulgent  ||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic  ||||||                  30%&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia  ||||||||||||          43%&lt;br /&gt;Vanity          ||||||||||||||||||  76%&lt;br /&gt;Hypersensitivity||||||||||||||||  63%&lt;br /&gt;Female cliche   ||||||||||||||||||||   83%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"/&gt;Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HTML again didn't work, so the table thingy isn't quite right, it's of my own design, but you get the picture. I'm not artistic in any form and pretty happy with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111193746760779566?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111193746760779566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111193746760779566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111193746760779566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111193746760779566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-sunday.html' title='Another Sunday'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111175944770792830</id><published>2005-03-25T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:04:07.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Being a Girl</title><content type='html'>I like being a girl. Things are just easier for you. It's alright when you can't lift something or open a jar. It's ok to scream when you see a spider. It's ok to have loads of clothes and spend hours getting ready. It's ok to get lost and to ask for help or directions. More importantly you get doors held open for you and served at a bar quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside of things it means you have periods. As I'm sure you're thrilled to find out, I'm due tomorrow. It can predicted and is like clockwork becuase I'm on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pill. I've been on it since July 2002, so nearly 3 years now. On the plus side it means I can skip periods should I be going on holiday, or more importantly to a festival, where it would be inconvienient to have one and I always know when I will start. On the downside it fucks up your emotions, and this is the point of my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting here crying. For absolutely no reason. I feel a bit down and miserable, but again, for no reason. I never used to cry that often before I started taking them, but I now cry probably at least once a week. I'm not moaning or anything, because I actually don't mind. I see it as a small price to pay to not get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, it may not be the pill. I was 17 when I first started taking these pills and I don't think I'd really settled in to any sort of actual pattern and was still being a teenager. I don't think I'd emotionally developed and it could just be I'm a person that cries. When I'm angry, like really really angry, I cry. When I'm frustrated, I cry. Any sort of negative emotion does make me burst in to tears. I think that used to happen before, but just not as often. I think the difference now is that I feel more of the lows, but I also feel more highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you're used to driving a 4 by 4 and you only ever notice the bigger pot holes in the road, and the suspension makes sure than you don't even notice the rest. Well the pill takes away that suspension, but it does mean you appreciate it more when things are plain sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me mixing cars and boats in to my metaphore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the point of this ramble is that I like being a girl, I really really do, I would hate to be a boy, but it's not as easy as people think. Sometimes you don't control your emotions, they control you. The worst part is, you don't always notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111175944770792830?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111175944770792830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111175944770792830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111175944770792830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111175944770792830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-girl.html' title='Being a Girl'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111166221722010920</id><published>2005-03-24T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:07:44.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Huge Boobies</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dragged Charlie1 to Nottingham to get some new bras. I've noticed recently that I only ever seem to wear one or two of mine on a regular basis, cause I feel like the other don't fit or give me enough support. I remember when I could only just about fill them, so it must mean my boobs have grown since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toddled off to Marks and Spenser to get fitted. The woman told me I measured up as a 36C. I then informed her I was currently wearing a 36D and that it didn't really fit. She agreed and told me to try on 36DD or maybe even E. Whilst trying on a few of those sizes, I couldn't really tell if they were fitting me correctly, so I found another measurer person to help me. She then asked me why I was trying on a 36 and I said I was measured as a 36. She scoffed and insisted it was nonsense. She then measured me and said I was at least a 34E, possibly even an F. I tried on a few of each, and low and behold I'm a 34F. Fuck me that's massive. It does make sense though. I mean, that's why I feel like I had no support from my current bras and when I tried on 36Ds in places like Dorothy Perkins, they didn't fit. So seventy pounds later, I now have 5 new bras. It does boil down to the cut and make of the bra, but 34F is now the starting point for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside of things, I had a hard enough time finding places that sold D cups, let alone nice looking ones. Most department stores like M&amp;S, Debanams etc) have started to do DD-F (sometimes to G) ranges, but I only just fit in to that section, lets hope I don't get any bigger! The other annoyance is that once bras hit DD cup, the style and cut changes slightly. Instead of being only a half cup bra (covers half your boob and then gives you a nice cleavage) they manufactureres decided that because you have large boobs, you want your entire boob to be covered up and strapped down. People with large boobies apparently never wear strappy tops or wish to wear low cut things. God damn bastards. The bra looks so nice in 32B, but then you pick up the 34F and it looks hideous. I got pretty stressed at some designs. Absolute Wankers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that although there are many advantages of having big boobs, there are as many disadvantages. I think there are fewer plus point of having small boobies, but there are also fewer drawbacks, so in the end, it actually works out fair. Unless you're a C cup. Then you have the best of both worlds. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I tried to steal the survey thingy that's currently on Bill's Live Journal. I tried to paste it in, but eBlogger didn't like the HTML. I'm not very good with coding and decided to just delete the stuff that didn't work. Unsurprisingly, things went wrong when it got posted, so I got rid of it. Ah well, maybe next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111166221722010920?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111166221722010920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111166221722010920&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111166221722010920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111166221722010920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/huge-boobies.html' title='Huge Boobies'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111149496886482619</id><published>2005-03-22T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:36:08.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Mothers are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacksonhead.blogspot.com/"/&gt;Baby Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concept I haven't come across before, and I think there's a good reason why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111149496886482619?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111149496886482619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111149496886482619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111149496886482619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111149496886482619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111148892696761648</id><published>2005-03-22T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:55:26.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Viral</title><content type='html'>I don't have tonsillitis. I have a non-specific viral thorat infection. This means it can't be treated with anti-biotics, I just have to put up with it. It hurts. I have discovered mouth wash eases the pain and ibuprofen can make it lessen for 3-4 hours. Aspirin does jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say really. Last night I did watch what I think is a remake of The Virgin Suicides. It was interesting and probably worth watching. It was a bit weird and the way the story was told was unusual. You never do really find out why 5 sisters all kill themselves, which is annoying. One of them wasn't even a virgin. Still, it was pretty cool, and all the mothers' fault, which was great. Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111148892696761648?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111148892696761648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111148892696761648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111148892696761648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111148892696761648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/viral.html' title='Viral'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111140467297939796</id><published>2005-03-21T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:31:12.980Z</updated><title type='text'>More Diseases?</title><content type='html'>Today I have woken up with an unbelievably sore throat. I've now taken two lots of ibuprofen to ease the pain. It fucken hurts to swallow. After checking my symptoms, I may well have tonsillitis, and I've only just got over my urinary infection! I still have to take eye drops for the rest of the day for my conjuctivitis, but that should have all cleared up by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go down to the medical centre later to get checked out. There's two types of tonsillitis, bacteria or viral. One you can have antibiotics for, the other you just have to heal up yourself. Of course, I could have something completely different. I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immune system must be shot to hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111140467297939796?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111140467297939796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111140467297939796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111140467297939796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111140467297939796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-diseases.html' title='More Diseases?'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111127410124177041</id><published>2005-03-19T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:15:01.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Giraffe Feotus</title><content type='html'>I have added a jar with a baby giraffe feotus in it, cause it's funny in a sick kinda way, and because I like giraffes. I can't explain what it is about them I like, but they're one of my favourite animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added a new link in the "other links" section to the place where I found my giraffe feotus. There's loads of different kinds, something for everyone! It's weird, but pretty cool. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for this was because I just wanted to do some coding. I have discovered I like to code. It makes me feel smart and stuff. code code code code code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111127410124177041?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111127410124177041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111127410124177041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111127410124177041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111127410124177041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/giraffe-feotus.html' title='Giraffe Feotus'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111116274935430071</id><published>2005-03-18T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:19:09.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Nauseating</title><content type='html'>My left eye started to weep not long after I made my last post, which was nice. Fortunately the eye drops are working nicely and there's no where near as much goo as before. Still can't wear eye mae-up though. Yesterday morning was fun. I woke up and couldn't open my eyes. The goo had crusted over and sealed my eyes shut. Ripped a couple of eyelashes out trying to open them, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as I said, I'm getting better. Also my urinary infection is improving. I don't keep running to the loo every 15 minutes and it doesn't burn as much either. Yey! On the downside the antibiotics have made me incrediby nauseous. Especially first thing in the morning. I also keep feeling quite faint from time to time. I have therefore missed the last couple of days at Uni. I emailed most of lecturers and stuff, so they all know, and they seem to be alright with it, which is a relief. Did manage to hand in my lab reports as well, though I didn't get chance to do either tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, I've been living at David's house these last couple of days. I don't know what I would have done without him. He's been so lovely and patient with me, even though I often end up wasting half his day when he still has a dissertation to write. You know you're truly loved when someone puts you first like that, especially when they still find you attractive with no make-up, puffy eyes and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111116274935430071?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111116274935430071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111116274935430071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111116274935430071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111116274935430071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/nauseating.html' title='Nauseating'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111097877354412021</id><published>2005-03-16T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:12:53.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Infectious (again)</title><content type='html'>Well I'm annoyed to say I have contracted another urinary infection. I think it's a different one though, cause instead of my kidneys really really hurting, this time it's my bladder. It also really burns to pee, and my body tells me I'm bursting for the loo every 15 minutes or so, so I'm not exactly happy. David drove me to the walk-in centre at 3am cause I woke up in a lot of pain. I've now been perscribed anti-biotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, after we got back and finally got some sleep, I woke up with a tonne of yellow gunk in my right eye. It hurt everytime I closed it and I couldn't open it fully. By pure chance I had a doctors' appointment today to get a repeat pill perscription. Doctor had a quick look at me and it turns out I have conjuctavitous. I thought my eye had burst or something, so quite glad it's not very serious. I have now also have eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really think I've been up to much more, other than started work on my lab reports. I don't think I'm gonna be able to do my IRs though, which could be a problem. I'm gonna email someone to let them know. Should be able to get a doctors note about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111097877354412021?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111097877354412021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111097877354412021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111097877354412021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111097877354412021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/infectious-again.html' title='Infectious (again)'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111072537567486442</id><published>2005-03-13T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:49:35.676Z</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Zelda</title><content type='html'>Just watched the trailer for the new Zelda game from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zelda.com/universe/game/legendzelda/trailer.jsp"/&gt;Zelda Universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks absolutely amazing, I seriously can't wait to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bill for finding that beauty for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news David and I got another 3 films out yesterday, a couple of horrors and Analyse that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had been telling me how good Analyse That was and really wants to see Analyse This. He was happy enough to watch the first one again before we rented the sequel, and this was the first time the film was actually there, so we rented it. We watched it last night, whilst eating left over curry when I started to figure out I'd already seen the film. I figured out I watched it on Sky Movie a couple of years back, but totally forgot about it. I remembered some scenes I'd seen, but forgot that it wasn't in a proper gangtser movie and got well confused. Ah well. David and I still had a pretty good day yesterday. I really enjoyed going round town with him and just bumming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I should be doing work, but I really don't wanna. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111072537567486442?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111072537567486442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111072537567486442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111072537567486442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111072537567486442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/legend-of-zelda.html' title='The Legend of Zelda'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149937.post-111056153613242262</id><published>2005-03-11T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:18:56.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's News</title><content type='html'>Below is an entry I wrote yesterday. I sensed eBlogger was having a hissy fit, so saved it in word before I tried to post it and then lost it in the process. I was right and eBlogger went mental, so it was just as well I had prepared for such an occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot to mention, Monday night, David and I rented out Shark Tale (for free). I'm so glad I didn't pay for it. If you're thinking about seeing it, don't bother. I love all the Pixar animated stuff, but never have been keen on dream works. I can see why people find Shrek funny, but this was just appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Works clearly spent all their money getting uber famous people to do all the voices (Will Smith, Angleina Jolie, Robert De Niro etc) and getting a load of half decent graphics. They then either didn't have enough money left over, or just plain dumb forgot to actually write a plot. It was very very child orientated, yes it's a child's film, but there was plenty for an adult to appreciate in any other film of this kind, either by Dream Works or Pixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the fact all the fish stood about upright, and had fingers on the end of their fins. They had very human-esque faces, and they all lived in flats and had wide-screen tvs. They went out for meals in restaurants and sat down on chairs. I think this was a major downfall, they were made to be far too human. This is the beauty part of finding nemo. Yes they kinda had over sized eyes and talked and stuff, but at least the "reef" in that was actually a reef, instead of a city like in Shark Tale and they still looked like fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film bored me from start to finish. It was nothing new, nothing special. Pure shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of days, I've just vegetated in bed. I Couldn't sleep last night, and resorted to sleeping on David's living room floor, as as not to keep him awake. I probably got 5 hours of very broken sleep. I did actually go to lectures today as well, even though the first 2 bored me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Subversion..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have received my Subversion t-shirt, which is a size too big and gone to my first Polymer Chemistry lab, which although dreaded, was actually really good. I also had a workshop in the afternoon, so I understand some Inorganic stuff a bit more now. I also got all the work due in this week, in. Makes a change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149937-111056153613242262?l=cakeandcustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/feeds/111056153613242262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7149937&amp;postID=111056153613242262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111056153613242262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7149937/posts/default/111056153613242262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeandcustard.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterdays-news.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s News'/><author><name>Rayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13107734878079476435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v236/doldagga/th_profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
