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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/"><title>x.!my blog!.x</title><link>http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-UK</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>x.!my blog!.x</title><link>http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/21/68159623da5b892dbc6806827c202c_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/very_very_very_worried~807573/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/16/the_rabble_and_rantings_of_a_eh_me~804983/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/11/confusing~792484/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/very_very_very_worried~807573/"><default:title>Very Very Very Worried!</default:title><default:link>http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/very_very_very_worried~807573/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-05-17T18:37:14+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Oh my god&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;... remember on my last post when I said Lauryn wasn't feeling well and her mum and dad thought she was anorexic?  She went to the doctor, who told her she was underweight and she needed to double her calorie intake...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm scared.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  I thought that she was just a bit light headed, but it all feels so real now... there's actually something wrong with her...  Well, I'll just have to be supportive and friendly and stuff... And make sure she eats lunch!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, short entry, but I don't have much else to talk about...&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;xXx
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/very_very_very_worried~807573/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Oh my god<img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0">... remember on my last post when I said Lauryn wasn't feeling well and her mum and dad thought she was anorexic?  She went to the doctor, who told her she was underweight and she needed to double her calorie intake...</p>
	<p>I'm scared.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":&#39;(" class="middle" border="0">  I thought that she was just a bit light headed, but it all feels so real now... there's actually something wrong with her...  Well, I'll just have to be supportive and friendly and stuff... And make sure she eats lunch!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0">  </p>
	<p>Well, short entry, but I don't have much else to talk about...<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>xXx
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	&lt;p&gt;Seriously.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Can't she remember?  No, it was forty years ago or something, of course she can't&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;.  If you read the last part of my blog (which I don't think anyone did, but jut in case&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;) I should update you on the best friend + ex boyfriend = &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; situation.  I'm quite happy with Ryan, Lauryn's quite happy with Declan. Bliss.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am in love and I still have my best friend.  Always a good start.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today, Lauryn was feeling sick and faint in PE&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, so the teacher took her out to her dad's car after school and told him.  Now her mum and dad think she's anorexic.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  She isn't.  She definitely isn't.  Whatever.  They'll figure it out after a little while longer of following her to the loo and pressing their ears against the door to make sure she isn't making herself sick (yes, they actually do that.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  Also, I know that's bulimia, not anorexia, but what can I say?  They're not really educated on the matter).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What about me?  It's my blog after all...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I can't think of anythig that's really just about me.  I can think of tons of stuff to write about Ryan&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, or about my friends&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, even about my ICT teacher, who's really sweet and leaving at the end of the year&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;.  I'll miss her loads.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;See?  That's not me.  That's Miss Millar.  Is it because I'm selfless and only care about other people?  Or because I'm boring?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt; lol...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh well.  Love y'all and I'll write again soon!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;x
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/16/the_rabble_and_rantings_of_a_eh_me~804983/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Hi!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">  Yesterday was my birthday<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0">... I'm surprised at how it just slipped by, actually.  Anyways, I'm fourteen now, and my aunt insisted on asking me if it felt any different.</p>
	<p>Seriously.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Can't she remember?  No, it was forty years ago or something, of course she can't<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0">.  If you read the last part of my blog (which I don't think anyone did, but jut in case<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">) I should update you on the best friend + ex boyfriend = <em>x</em> situation.  I'm quite happy with Ryan, Lauryn's quite happy with Declan. Bliss.<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>I am in love and I still have my best friend.  Always a good start.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Today, Lauryn was feeling sick and faint in PE<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0">, so the teacher took her out to her dad's car after school and told him.  Now her mum and dad think she's anorexic.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0">  She isn't.  She definitely isn't.  Whatever.  They'll figure it out after a little while longer of following her to the loo and pressing their ears against the door to make sure she isn't making herself sick (yes, they actually do that.<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0">  Also, I know that's bulimia, not anorexia, but what can I say?  They're not really educated on the matter).</p>
	<p>What about me?  It's my blog after all...</p>
	<p>I can't think of anythig that's really just about me.  I can think of tons of stuff to write about Ryan<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0">, or about my friends<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">, even about my ICT teacher, who's really sweet and leaving at the end of the year<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":&#39;(" class="middle" border="0">.  I'll miss her loads.</p>
	<p>See?  That's not me.  That's Miss Millar.  Is it because I'm selfless and only care about other people?  Or because I'm boring?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"> lol...</p>
	<p>Oh well.  Love y'all and I'll write again soon!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>x
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	&lt;p&gt;Arseholes.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So yesterday, by best friend (Lauryn) announces that Declan likes her, and she likes him.  She asked me if it would be OK for her to go out with him.  To her credit, at least she asked.  And I said yes.  It's her life, it's his life, I don't own either of them.  And anyway, what better way to get over him?!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;OK, so Lauryn and Declan are an item.  And I'm going back out with Ryan, who I went out with for a little while recently, but we took a break.  My fault.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now I really think I'm in love again...  I hope it goes better this time.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://x-rora-x.blog.co.uk/2006/05/11/confusing~792484/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>How do I describe today?<img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0">  Well, first of all you should know that for a year, I went out with a guy called Declan.  I really loved him.  Then, somehow, everything went badly wrong a few months ago and he paid far too much attention to what his friends told him to do.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0">  Which (of course) was to be horrible to me.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt=">:-[" class="middle" border="0">  It totally broke my heart, but I'm pretty much together again.</p>
	<p>Arseholes.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>So yesterday, by best friend (Lauryn) announces that Declan likes her, and she likes him.  She asked me if it would be OK for her to go out with him.  To her credit, at least she asked.  And I said yes.  It's her life, it's his life, I don't own either of them.  And anyway, what better way to get over him?!</p>
	<p>OK, so Lauryn and Declan are an item.  And I'm going back out with Ryan, who I went out with for a little while recently, but we took a break.  My fault.</p>
	<p>Now I really think I'm in love again...  I hope it goes better this time.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0">
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