<?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-1609960668107153928</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:02:21.263-08:00</updated><category term='girliest post ever'/><title type='text'>Thoughts From a Lazy Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1710774490430899351</id><published>2011-04-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:33:16.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KINjFRjJ8mE/TbCPpU6aTLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/quCOcniHQEM/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-20+at+13.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KINjFRjJ8mE/TbCPpU6aTLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/quCOcniHQEM/s400/Photo+on+2011-04-20+at+13.28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cexWveWjBj8/TbCP2ILzLXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Gom1XKgJW34/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-20+at+13.28+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cexWveWjBj8/TbCP2ILzLXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Gom1XKgJW34/s400/Photo+on+2011-04-20+at+13.28+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello! So it's been a while, eh? To be quite honest, I'm not really sure what to do with this blog anymore. I was thinking of doing weekly summaries but I'm still in two minds about that plus I'm not sure if it would go down better on my &lt;a href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;main/style related blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is the problem when you have too many blogs - where do you post everything? I have a lot going on in my life right now and some days I consider blogging about it, but I'm not big on the sharing so I never do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;While I continue to debate this, I figured I might as well post some kind of update. So here's a list of a bit of what I'm up to currently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. All my exams are coming up soon. I have 8, of which 3 are resits. So I'm currently revision central. It's a bit of a downer, since the weather is beautiful lately and I'm off school for another week yet. But I feel horribly guilty when I spend time outside or doing something that isn't studying, because I know I have &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt; to do. There just aren't enough hours in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I also started watching Friday Night Lights on a whim nearly 2 weeks ago, and I love it. Which is surprising considering the fact that I am the least sporty person &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. Plus I know nothing about American Football. Seriously, I was that kid in school who would stand there during PE refusing to participate. I am not competitive and I hate working in teams. Yet I'm obsessed with a show that is based around sports? Go figure. (I've just started watching season two and am currently pissed with Julie for breaking my poor bb Matt's heart, btw.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I passed my driving test just over a month ago now. On the third try, but I'm still proud. I've never been one for test anxiety but for some reason when I got into the car with that instructor, I was so overcome with nerves I felt sick. I even asked my instructor several times on my third go round 'Did I just fail?' every time I did something stupid, because I was so worried and just desperately wanted to pass. Never have I been so shocked as when he told me I'd passed! I even said to him 'Really? Are you serious?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's about it. I could write a novel about all the stuff that's going on in my life right now, but that's for another blog post, if I ever write it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure how much I'm going to use this blog much anymore, so if you want to know where I am the rest of the time, I can always be found here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lemonfacee"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; / &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecrivain.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; / &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com./"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1710774490430899351?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1710774490430899351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1710774490430899351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1710774490430899351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1710774490430899351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-late.html' title='Of Late'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KINjFRjJ8mE/TbCPpU6aTLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/quCOcniHQEM/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-04-20+at+13.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5310821707723133247</id><published>2010-12-31T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:04:39.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed 2010. It was, despite everything, a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the stand out point was the amount I traveled. In total, I flew to the US 3 times, visiting New Jersey, New York, Boston and Sarasota. I went to Rome and Berlin, inspiring a serious wish to visit more of Europe. Within the UK, I also saw Durham and Leeds for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were, of course, some down points too and I know 2011 is going to bring a lot of scary changes into my life. While I've never really gone in for resolutions, I do think it would be wise if I slept more and worked harder at my studies next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like getting too wordy though, so here is my year in pictures from every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5309341485_d761756e18_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5049/5309929500_1c4641cbe8_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5207/5309349833_ebfdefae20_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5007/5309349557_aebaf80c9f_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5309929190_448260d6e4_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5309340533_ccf5009bf8_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5309340249_1ba37b4a7e_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5309388179_59bf4c94bd_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5309340067_debe85f1a7_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5193390196_0a9a69100c_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5309927588_7e187bedcf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5309339253_f39001ffce_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5310821707723133247?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5310821707723133247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5310821707723133247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5310821707723133247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5310821707723133247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5309341485_d761756e18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8103693336924455383</id><published>2010-11-19T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:32:02.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows, Part 1</title><content type='html'>I saw Death Hallows, Part 1 tonight. I'm not going into detail and won't give away any spoilers, never fear. (Although I am firmly of the belief that if you've read the books, you should know what happens and therefore it's not a spoiler and that if you haven't read the books? Well then, that's just too bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quickfire first opinions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not enough Draco. Part 2 needs to come with extra Malfoy, please.&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Emma Watson have freckles? I was trying to decide this all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dementors get scarier with every new film.&lt;br /&gt;4. Actually, the whole film was kind of scarier than all the rest. But, I'm a baby when it comes to frightening films so take that with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;5. I fucking love Dobby. Only part of the book where I cried, only part of the film where I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who watches the films more out of a sense of tradition than actual enjoyment of them, (until #6, I personally felt they were all equally shite) Deathly Hallows, Part 2 was my favourite so far. I'd even go so far as to say it was pretty darn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8103693336924455383?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8103693336924455383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8103693336924455383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8103693336924455383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8103693336924455383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-1.html' title='Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows, Part 1'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4119880079627591989</id><published>2010-10-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:38:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examples of Mall Asshattery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I'm in the US at the moment and I always seem to forget how obnoxious and irritating teenagers take over the malls on Friday nights. Listening to your inane conversations while I eat my frozen yoghurt is not conducive to a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example of conversations I overheard tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guido Girl to Guido Boyfriend: I hate frozen yoghurt. I had it once. It seriously tasted like someone took yoghurt and froze it. So gross.&lt;br /&gt;Guido Boyfriend: Yeah, that sounds gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I strongly dislike Hollister/Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch stores. Sure your hoodies are nice and, as was the case tonight, if your jeans are $20 off then I'm all over that. BUT, it's so crowded and dark, then the staff always suck. I'm sorry your job is awful and you've said 'Hey, what's up?' so many times the words don't make sense anymore but I work retail too and there is no excuse for being so snooty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example of poor Hollister customer service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the changing room. Boy attending in the changing room stares at me blankly. Sure, I didn't want to try on these jeans I'm carrying around or anything. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Uh, can I try these on?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *Points to empty changing room blankly*&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda, I try on my jeans. Discover I take a short leg length, despite being a very average 5'5" and leave the changing room. Boy is leaning against a wall, doing nothing. I hold out the jeans that were too long in the leg, he points to a bin of rejected clothes in the corner, rolling his eyes. I throw the jeans in the bin and leave, disgusted.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. I bought The Hunger Games.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe if I ever finish this mountain of wider reading I have for French and English, I'll read it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4119880079627591989?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4119880079627591989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4119880079627591989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4119880079627591989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4119880079627591989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/10/examples-of-mall-asshattery.html' title='Examples of Mall Asshattery'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-537363664890935333</id><published>2010-10-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:51:25.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaudy things/Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/TLDtwpna30I/AAAAAAAAANE/3OR5ei3Hiv4/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-09+at+19.15+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/TLDtwpna30I/AAAAAAAAANE/3OR5ei3Hiv4/s400/Photo+on+2010-10-09+at+19.15+%236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526178162844294978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/TLDtwIPF2-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PKyK1yxLFjg/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-09+at+19.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/TLDtwIPF2-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PKyK1yxLFjg/s400/Photo+on+2010-10-09+at+19.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526178153883884514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/2010/10/gaudy-things.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teensy weensy blog post about my beautifully gaudy new ring over at Miss Periwinkle.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I considered posting it here but since that blog is more frequently updated and much more my main focus than this one, it seemed a tad pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I'm not really sure what to do with this blog anymore. My direction for &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miss Periwinkle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (which I'm thinking of renaming to something a little more apt/less twee?) is much more defined and I don't want to post personal things over there. Do I post on here with a mish-mash of things like I used to? But then, it feels a bit odd having 2 blogs. Plus I have a Tumblr, although I don't really post anything personal on there either. I'm just not really a put-it-all-out-there kind of person. I like my space and I keep myself to myself, online and offline. We'll see, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-537363664890935333?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/537363664890935333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=537363664890935333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/537363664890935333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/537363664890935333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/10/gaudy-things.html' title='Gaudy things/Hmm'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/TLDtwpna30I/AAAAAAAAANE/3OR5ei3Hiv4/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-09+at+19.15+%236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5652018363517684738</id><published>2010-09-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:51:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday was my eighteenth birthday. Eighteen seems to come with a lot of expectation and potential changes, along with everything else; I can vote, I buy alcohol, I can buy cigarettes, I can get a credit card. Et cetera. Apparently, I am now an adult in the eyes of society, which is just plain bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I have been waiting for eighteen for a while. I mean, come on, it's one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important &lt;/span&gt;ages where things become exciting. Watching my work colleagues (when I still had a job, that is) discussing where they were going out that night knowing I was still six months off being old enough to tag along, among other such situations, could be frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;While I can't say I've done anything particularly exciting in the few days that have passed since my birthday, it is nice knowing that if I wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could.&lt;/span&gt; It is that sense of freedom that, so far, I like most.&lt;br /&gt;Outwardly, it seems unlikely that I have changed drastically. I still get told I look around thirteen or fourteen frequently and, since she now towers over me, my younger sister and I are constantly being mistaken for twins (She's blonde, I'm brunette, she's tan, I'm white as a sheet, she's a stick, I have curves. I don't get it either).&lt;br /&gt;Now, and in the month or so prior to turning eighteen, I have become acutely aware of all the things that are happening as a result of my age. For example, turning eighteen finally made me want to learn to drive. I have one year left before I'm at university and will, unfortunately but unavoidably, be incredibly skint. Also, I'm the oldest in my year at school and seeing people younger than me nipping around town in their Fiestas and Saxos seemed a little ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I also have to find a new job, sit exams while applying to universities and thinking about my future. I am determined to enjoy it all though. This is the beginning of the rest of my life. While slightly frightening, I also kind of can't wait for all the new opportunities coming my way. Don't they say that eighteen is meant to be one of the best years of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5652018363517684738?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5652018363517684738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5652018363517684738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5652018363517684738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5652018363517684738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/09/eighteen.html' title='Eighteen'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2451438538216801727</id><published>2010-08-05T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:26:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of posting massively picture-heavy posts on here since there is unfortunately no function for a text cut, I figured I would just upload my pictures to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rachelktt/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my Flickr&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/a&gt; account instead. I've organised them into sets on there as well, so you can look at only the pictures from a specific trip if you so wish. I'll put the link in my info box to the right as well, since I'll probably upload pictures from most places I go, however sporadically that may be. For the time being, you can find the pictures from Berlin, Rome and a few from when I went to Durham too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-2451438538216801727?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/2451438538216801727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=2451438538216801727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2451438538216801727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2451438538216801727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/08/travel-pictures.html' title='Travel Pictures'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2306899057974282239</id><published>2010-06-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:14:31.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girliest post ever'/><title type='text'>Evil hairdressers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hairdresser and I do not always see eye to eye. She has beencutting my hair for longer than I care to remember, though not for her skill. Being a family friend, she is far cheaper than going to a salon and this, much as I dislike like her, is the only reason I have not strayed from her services. (Except for that one time I cut my hair really short 2 summers ago, but that was only because she had refused to. I just can't afford to pay at least £15 every 6 weeks for some stylish young thing to trim my split ends.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to grow my hair, for the sheer hell of it. So I told her I just wanted a trim. I wanted very little off the ends, just tidy it up a bit. So I sat in the ubiquitous black gown and endured the awkward conversation that always ensues when she opens her mouth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'My friend's friend got tuberculosis. I blame the immigrants' &lt;/span&gt;being a classic, along with her insisting that frequenting sunbeds a month prior to her Caribbean cruise is fine for her skin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm only getting my base tan. I go black in the sun.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished, she sent me off to inspect her handiwork. At first, I thought it seemed a little short but I wash my hair prior to a trim and it dries curly so I assumed when I straightened out all those tightly wound curls it would spring back to its former length. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;After styling it, I discovered she had chopped at least an inch off the length and given me layers that I never asked for. Oh, and short side swept fringe reminiscent of my emo/scene 14 year old existence. How kind of her.&lt;br /&gt;While I will admit that it isn't truly hideous; as haircuts go, it's okay. I might even have liked it, had it been what I'd wanted. But it wasn't, it wasn't even anywhere near what I had asked for and when I pay money for something, I don't expect to end up set back two months on my hair-growing mission.&lt;br /&gt;As a general rule, hairdressers can be a funny breed. They shrug off your requests, claiming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh, that won't work'&lt;/span&gt; and often have a general I-Know-Best attitude. Usually, I can live with that but this was the last straw. So, until I desperately need my hair done, I'm avoiding my rather scissor happy hairdresser and wearing my hair pinned up and scraped back, so I don't have to look at my poor bare shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-2306899057974282239?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/2306899057974282239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=2306899057974282239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2306899057974282239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2306899057974282239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/06/evil-hairdressers.html' title='Evil hairdressers.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6247115475650985595</id><published>2010-06-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:59:40.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_5068edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How much lipstick do you need to own before it borders on the excessive? Wondering if I am nearing that point. A girl only has one pair of lips, right? I should take a comparative shot of my sister's collection, since she has the same amount, if not more. Whereas hers is a sea of nude shades and pale pinks, mine is simply a row of vibrant tones, the palest of which is still a fairly distinctive coral. With lipstick, my philosophy is definitely: go bold or go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6247115475650985595?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6247115475650985595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6247115475650985595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6247115475650985595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6247115475650985595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-thought.html' title='Quick thought'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3369832843174814905</id><published>2010-05-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:43:39.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What with it nearly being June and all (crazy!), I've been thinking about the summer. I have three exams left to sit and a few weeks worth of coursework or some such nonsense and then I'm free. Except not really, because I'm actually pretty busy this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I am excited about for summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Durham&lt;br /&gt;-Berlin&lt;br /&gt;-Rome&lt;br /&gt;-New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;-Florida&lt;br /&gt;-Sundresses&lt;br /&gt;-Swimming&lt;br /&gt;-An excuse to wear hats&lt;br /&gt;-Watching too many films&lt;br /&gt;-Writing when I should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-The smell of sun screen&lt;br /&gt;-Actually having a job this year&lt;br /&gt;-Light evenings&lt;br /&gt;-Fruit for dinner&lt;br /&gt;-Seaside trips&lt;br /&gt;-Open toe shoes&lt;br /&gt;-Reading in the shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my birthday is September 1st. Normally I wouldn't be overly excited, but it's kind of culturally necessary to look forward to your 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3369832843174814905?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3369832843174814905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3369832843174814905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3369832843174814905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3369832843174814905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8605975973710224880</id><published>2010-05-19T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:44:50.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year and a half after I started growing my hair from a boy crop, it has finally reached my shoulders. While I'm not sure that I like it, and am simply growing it now out of interest to see how long it will take - it is a small victory nontheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/4k8pz9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year ago, my hair was much shorter (though I kind of prefer it that way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2jchahl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year later, it's much longer despite regular trims every 5 weeks and as much layering as it takes to give the mop a little volume and life. If I'd just let it go uncut for this long, the rate my hair grows, I'm sure it would have long passed my shoulders by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8605975973710224880?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8605975973710224880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8605975973710224880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8605975973710224880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8605975973710224880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-like-to-say.html' title='I would like to say...'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/4k8pz9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1097091167117413653</id><published>2010-05-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:26:54.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this cat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I had a pet. My Dad has cats and gerbils, but he lives over 3,000 miles away so I don't really count those. Until I was around 10, we had a German Shepherd named Kira, affectionately remembered as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World's Best Dog, &lt;/span&gt;with all phone-chewing incidents and destroying of furniture long forgiven. After she died though, we never really considered getting another pet.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to present day with a year or so until I go to university and my younger sister has been begging for a cat to replace me. (I know, how nice of her.) Conveniently a man my mum knows was moving house and had no room for some of his cats anymore, having rescued various amounts over the years. And so, we acquired Mitzy. A two year old tabby with a skittish, but friendly, nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/S-Bvtq94JWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QGEqjAlR-SU/s1600/IMG_4043+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/S-Bvtq94JWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QGEqjAlR-SU/s400/IMG_4043+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467492778046399842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything goes well. She seems to settle in well, apart from a penchant for the spot under the bath which can prove difficult to coax her out from. We like her, she likes us, everyone seems to get along. Apart from at night, when she perks up around 3 a.m. and wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;Having a mewing and excitable cat bouncing around the house at such an hour does not make for a good night's sleep. After several failed attempts to keep her in the utility room overnight; she doesn't like the dark, we decide to let her outside. Reasoning that her previous owner assured us she would be fine to go out within '2 to 3 days', we let her out the back door and finally get a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly four days later, and Mitzy has not returned. Posters have been put on every lamp post in the neighbourhood, beseeching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Have you seen this cat?'&lt;/span&gt; (which some lovely people saw fit to tear down, how kind) and I have dragged my family out several times, twice in the midnight rain, to scour the streets for her. Despite attempts to remain hopeful for her return, it seems unlikely that she will turn up after so long away.&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, after a long bank holiday weekend at work, I put out the bowl of food we've tried to lure her back with and call her name lamely a few times. Several nights of this practise have left me expecting no response, so the plaintive mewl I heard in reply was somewhat of a shock.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, there were a few frantic minutes spent trying to tempt her back with food and cat milk, eventually resulting in wrangling the help of the next-door neighbours to bring her back into the house. Suffice to say, this is one cat that will be kept inside a good few weeks before her next venture outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/S-BzCJyX6BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c68pg73hVI4/s1600/IMG_4062+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/S-BzCJyX6BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c68pg73hVI4/s400/IMG_4062+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467496428451915794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1097091167117413653?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1097091167117413653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1097091167117413653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1097091167117413653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1097091167117413653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-this-cat.html' title='Have you seen this cat?'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/S-Bvtq94JWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QGEqjAlR-SU/s72-c/IMG_4043+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4479196738532208504</id><published>2010-04-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:51:13.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema: Misjudgement and Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since being stranded here in the US, I've been to the cinema a couple of times. (Two, to be precise. Which, granted, isn't a lot, but it beats my one-a-month average.) Generally, I can be a little overly critical of new films.&lt;br /&gt;It is a longstanding tradition, of sorts, in my family to sit and review each trailer, responding with a 'Yes' or 'No' answer, indicating your potential interest, or lack thereof, in the film advertised. So, when I was taken to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Train Your Dragon &lt;/span&gt;two weeks ago, I wasn't particularly enthused. It had definitely fallen into my 'No' category. I hadn't even seen the trailer yet, but from what little I had gleaned of the film, I wasn't particularly interested in seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to pass up a free cinema ticket though, so I went anyway. And, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly good, in fact. So much so that the one time I had to leave to use the restroom, I will admit that I had to resist the urge to break into a brisk walk, for fear of missing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it in retrospect, I was probably too quick to judge the film. I do not have an aversion to dragons, animated films or Vikings so really, my initial reaction was unprecedented. But, when my stepmother expressed an interest in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a week later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I could not help my hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;I had already seen the trailers for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Ass &lt;/span&gt;and had instantly loathed them. I believe I had vowed, possibly even to a friend or two, that I would not see it. So, when I sat down, with great reluctance, to watch it - I could not have been more surprised at the fact that it was actually pretty great. After resigning myself to an instant dislike, to actually enjoy it was both strange and rather enlightening. (Though, I will say, a good deal of the film was spent unable to get the image of Aaron Johnson and his 43 year old fiancée, posing at all those film premieres, out of my head. I can't help it; he looks like he's out with his mum. It's...odd.)&lt;br /&gt;I think in the case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Ass,&lt;/span&gt; the trailer was to blame for my doubts. Like many good films, it had fallen subject to a misleading and unappealing trailer. There seem to be two extremes of trailers which are too often abused; the trailer that basically shows all of the film, leaving you knowing so much of the plot that going to see it is no longer necessary, and then the aforementioned.&lt;br /&gt;The only other example I can think of offhand that suffered from a trailer of this kind was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray. &lt;/span&gt;Advertised as a lighthearted, slightly plot-less musical about a fat girl, the trailer revealed nothing of the underlying issues of racism and segregation that the film addressed. I have had to persuade at least two people to watch this film who had initially met it with cold feelings, and afterward both said that if the trailer had shown this deeper, more interesting element to the film's plot, they would have been much more likely to have watched it.&lt;br /&gt;The same can be said for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Ass, &lt;/span&gt;in my case at least. The trailer both bored and appalled me. Whereas the film itself was fueled by dry humour, unapologetic violence and subtle popular culture references. (I was a little appalled that, apart from the obvious costume similarities, only three people in the entire theatre picked up on the Cage's Batman imitation.)&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that it achieved what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/span&gt; tried and failed to do. I would, however, like to note that, having never seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/span&gt;, I can't really comment on this.&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose, what I'm trying to say is, the film was actually surprisingly good but the trailer sucked. I could accompany this blog entry with some kind of moral ditty about not judging a book by its cover or something like that, but I'll probably still continue to judge films unfairly, despite this, so it seems fairly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;What I will say, however, is this: When did it become culturally acceptable for people to use their mobile phones in theatres? I have seen an increase in in-film-texting of late, and even in-film-phone-calls, and not quiet ones at that. I understand that you and your Blackberry or iPhone are, like, totally BFFs but I'm sure you can manage to turn it off for 2 hours without dying. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4479196738532208504?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4479196738532208504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4479196738532208504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4479196738532208504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4479196738532208504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/04/cinema-misjudgement-and-etiquette.html' title='Cinema: Misjudgement and Etiquette'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7766197749510782302</id><published>2010-04-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:44:29.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>currently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck 3,000 miles away from home with no foreseeable way home for at least a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Into the third season of Bones, but my sister spoiled the biggest plot twist so I now know what's coming. Not cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a shoe ban, after buying three pairs in a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Killing Floor, after being informed that Left 4 Dead is 'over'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking up a new format for both my blogs, because I'm out of the blogging loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7766197749510782302?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7766197749510782302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7766197749510782302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7766197749510782302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7766197749510782302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently.html' title='currently.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2201546210397314085</id><published>2010-04-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:35:09.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty filler post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like it when you have those periods of time where every film you watch is consistently really good. And since I seriously enjoy lists and will procrastinate instead of doing things I actually like doing (like sleeping or eating or something), I shall list said good films. Mostly for my own personal amusement, I'm not gonna lie. (Also, this is totally the kind of thing I did when I was 13 and had an MSN Space that I regularly updated when bored, does anyone remember those? I never deleted mine and go back and look at it from time to time...It's a little painful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I like anything alone this vein; Goodfellas, The Sopranos, both long-time favourites. Although I spent the whole film wondering if Michael's girlfriend really was played by a young Diane Keaton, or if I was going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I nearly missed this at the cinema which, considering that I'd wanted to see it since last August when I first watched the trailer for it, would have been pretty terrible. I have a really bad habit of missing films I want to see at the cinema; An Education, Milk, High School Musical 3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of films I missed, got sent this by my favourite cousin. While I regret missing this even more after watching it at home, it was nice to see Carey Mulligan play someone other than Kitty Bennet, who I always just want to strangle with hair ribbon.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this on the plane. Slightly awkward when you've got some stewardess asking whether you want lasagne or beef while Elaine Robinson is being hit on the head by nipple tassels. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually really wasn't interested in this film and was kind of 'meh' about seeing it. Expectations were 100% exceeded however and, despite my severe dislike of 3D films, totally loved this.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-2201546210397314085?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/2201546210397314085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=2201546210397314085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2201546210397314085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2201546210397314085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/04/guilty-filler-post.html' title='guilty filler post'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3393950589669692712</id><published>2010-02-07T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:38:35.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently it's February already? Who'd have known. In light of my recent lack of posts, I felt like talking about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at work, stocking the shelves. It's the afternoon, I have 2 hours left of my shift, things are quietening down. And then, I manage to slip over. Carrying an armful of deodorants, sprawled out on the shop floor like a complete pillock. I don't even know what happened. I assume I slipped on a bag that was on the floor to put cardboard in. All I recall was feeling my feet slip out from under me and then suddenly, I'm on the ground. Deodorants are everywhere, one shoe's come off my foot, the arm I must have put out to save myself has crashed into a shelf and knocked body scrub all over the place. Well done, Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the customers. About four little girls, I'd say 13 at a guess, rush over and are babbling away, all concern. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh my god, are you okay? Are you okay?'&lt;/span&gt; I see a woman the next aisle over rush off to tell someone. My leg feels numb, like that feeling you get when you hit your funny bone and are rendered incapable of movement. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Are you okay? Do you want us to stay with you?' &lt;/span&gt;Not really in a position to respond; my mind is pretty much blank except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm on the floor...ow' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls pick up the things I dropped mid-flight and put them to one side and hand me my shoe. I'm sitting up by now, utterly horrified as I begin to cry. Because we all know what it's like when you cry at school. Crying at work is just as bad, it would seem. It's not like I'm even in that much pain. It's more the shock. When the numb feeling has dissipated, I pull up my trouser leg and see a gorgeous purple bruise already working its way to the surface. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a lovely old lady-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; hobble and some rather unsightly welts that are going to keep me out of sheer tights for a while. Trust me to make a complete twit out of myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3393950589669692712?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3393950589669692712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3393950589669692712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3393950589669692712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3393950589669692712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2010/02/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1155190290802491468</id><published>2009-12-31T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:43:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it's New Year's Eve, it's snowing outside and I'm about to watch a film in my PJs with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I liked 2009 a lot. I changed a great deal and so did my life, and all for the better. January 2010 will be interesting; I'll hear about a lot of things that could really impact on the year for me but overally, I'm pretty optimistic. If 2010 goes anywhere near as well as 2009 (particularly the last 3 months of the 2009) did, then I have nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/33cxggm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will leave you with the only picture of me smiling that I actually like, since it pretty much sums up how I feel about 2009 and the prospect of a new year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1155190290802491468?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1155190290802491468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1155190290802491468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1155190290802491468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1155190290802491468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/33cxggm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5990316218762805973</id><published>2009-12-26T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:02:30.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in my hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister got me some flower clips to put in my hair as part of my Christmas present. I think they're pretty cute. I can't put bows in my hair; I look ridiculous but I am a fan of headgear so I'm glad these don't look quite so silly as bows do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/25sc48x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace angles, oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2e2jak6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5990316218762805973?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5990316218762805973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5990316218762805973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5990316218762805973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5990316218762805973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/12/flowers-in-my-hair.html' title='flowers in my hair.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/25sc48x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-92770279286250614</id><published>2009-12-12T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:23:42.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being off sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was younger (younger meaning still measuring my age in single digits - I'm still pretty young) having the day off sick was exciting. Sometimes, I would pretend to be ill just so I could have the day off. In retrospect, that was possibly not the best idea; my parents usually ended up pretty annoyed at me as they quickly realised I was not ill at all. But nonetheless, being off sick used to be something to look forward to. No school, no homework, sitting in your pajamas all day and watching Mulan - what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I've been ill and stayed home from both work and school. And I realised , being off sick isn't fun anymore. In fact, I spent the whole time worrying about missed deadlines and what I missed in school and the fact that I lost a whole week's pay. Even the social aspects of both, considering the fact that, admittedly, I'm not the most social of creatures - I missed that too. I couldn't even enjoy the opportunity for extra sleep or all-day-long pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-92770279286250614?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/92770279286250614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=92770279286250614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/92770279286250614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/92770279286250614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-off-sick.html' title='being off sick.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1699556959839390899</id><published>2009-11-29T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:17:42.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. My sister had a birthday party this weekend; she's 13. My mum bought gingerbread men, which never happens, so I claimed them and have eaten little else this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Got told I look too grumpy at work yesterday. Fair enough - you're going to be critiqued from time to time at a job - no big deal. But it's not the first time I've heard it. Just because the relaxed state of my face isn't completely europhic doesn't mean I'm grumpy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. My contract with work runs out 7 January and while I really hope they'll keep me on permanently, I have no idea if that will happen which is worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My hair's getting long! I've been leaving it in its natural state lately, which is nice after years of religiously straightening it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I still don't have Photoshop. I've been using Paint Shop Pro, but it isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1699556959839390899?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1699556959839390899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1699556959839390899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1699556959839390899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1699556959839390899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/11/lately.html' title='lately.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7421720947123474232</id><published>2009-11-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:26:46.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(or, if I was wealthy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Topshop-tuxromper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Topshop-mollyringwaldshorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next pay day, I am buying these if they're still in the shop. Remind me of Lea Thompson's shorts in Some Kind Of Wonderful. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Topshop-boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to convince my mother to get me these for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Topshop-Fairisledress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I tried it on and I looked like a sack of potatoes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/RiverIsland-Tigercardi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/MissSelfridge-heartsblazer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It seems I have a horrible aversion to colour in my wardrobe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7421720947123474232?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7421720947123474232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7421720947123474232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7421720947123474232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7421720947123474232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3959957984132970076</id><published>2009-11-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:53:27.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like a bad blog owner for being so lax with posting. Apart from the inconvenience of public transport, life is pretty great currently. And I've been lazy about taking pictures. Look how long my hair got though! It's at my shoulders now. (I remind myself of Magibon in this picture, it's a little creepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm obsessed with painting my nails this one burgundy colour right now, which I tried to show you in the picture but it wouldn't focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently reading: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bell Jar &lt;/span&gt;by Sylvia Plath. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Current song on repeat: 'Through The Trees' - Low Shoulder (/Ryan Levine) from the Jennifer's Body OST (which I saw and it scared me to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3959957984132970076?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3959957984132970076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3959957984132970076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3959957984132970076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3959957984132970076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='pictures.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8097429653330646404</id><published>2009-11-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:56:51.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Because people think I'm strange because it's my favourite season)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Layers. Dressing up in winter is more fun because you can layer. Also tights, which count as layers I suppose. Tights are great.&lt;br /&gt;2. The way the air smells. Crisp and slightly earthy. Love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hats. I can probably wear hats any time of the year but I have more winter hats than summer hats and I just really like wearing hats.&lt;br /&gt;4. All the fun stuff happens; Halloween (if you like Halloween, I don't), Bonfire night, fireworks, Christmas, New Year, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. I get to sleep under two duvets and this makes me incredibly happy, and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;6. I get to make lists about why I like it so much and I also like lists a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8097429653330646404?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8097429653330646404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8097429653330646404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8097429653330646404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8097429653330646404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-i-like-winter.html' title='Why I like Winter'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4807575872558427985</id><published>2009-10-28T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:42:41.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does anybody else really like those in-depth personality tests, e.g. Myers-Briggs, etc? I've always thought they were interesting, probably since I like learning about myself anyway. Sure, I check the Blogthings website pretty much daily but I see those as mostly fun, not always very accurate, procrastinations. I always like when I take a personality test and receive an accurate, detailed result. Such as whenever I take the aforementioned Myers-Briggs test; I always get the same personality type and it always fits. Considering my penchant for these kind of things, it does seem surprising that I didn't opt to take Psychology A Level but that's another story entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just out of interest, does anyone else like these, or know their personality types, etc? Here's a test I took that kind of triggered this whole blog post confessional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemonfacee.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/17/176257.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4807575872558427985?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4807575872558427985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4807575872558427985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4807575872558427985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4807575872558427985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/10/personality.html' title='personality.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1203670992028553768</id><published>2009-10-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:18:13.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been rather busy lately. Sixth form is pretty time consuming; I leave my house at 7.50 every morning and don't get home till 4.30. I also have a job now, so that's 8 hours of my Saturday gone too. Not that I'm complaining, I'm really not - I actually love the new school I'm at and I love my job. But I find I don't have half as much spare time as I used to and what I do have, I try to use effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Excuses, excuses - I know! Hopefully I'll be picking up my &lt;a href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; blog again soon and I do have ideas for a video too, whenever I have time for that.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I have a hair cut next Tuesday which is pretty exciting - I need to sort this mop out. I haven't done much with it since I started growing out the boy crop I had earlier this year. It looks like a bit of a mess if I'm honest. Also, after feeling unwell for several weeks I finally seem to have overcome whatever was ailing me, which is relief. I hate when you've been feeling ill and tired for weeks and just want to be back to your old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1203670992028553768?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1203670992028553768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1203670992028553768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1203670992028553768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1203670992028553768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-rather-busy-lately.html' title='busy, busy.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1667508121481464647</id><published>2009-10-06T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:36:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>television.</title><content type='html'>I've been off sick the past 2 days and yesterday I was sitting on my sofa and I went to watch tv but I turned it off after about 2 minutes. I'm not sure when it happened but I realised that I never watch television on the television any more. I'll watch it online or on my iPod or on box sets instead but the last time I sat and watched television escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;This struck me as slightly odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of television, I'm hoping they make True Blood season 3 into a full 22 episode season and am also mourning the demise of Gossip Girl. I can barely bring myself to watch the episodes any longer, what have they done to this show? It's dreadful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1667508121481464647?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1667508121481464647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1667508121481464647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1667508121481464647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1667508121481464647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/10/television.html' title='television.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-9189849837950097531</id><published>2009-10-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:35:26.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>currently.</title><content type='html'>-I want to cut my hair shorter again, I think. It's chin-length and I don't like it and looking back on pictures from a few months ago, I liked my hair much better then.&lt;br /&gt;-I start my first real job tomorrow; slightly apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;-Found out more IRL people read my blog than I thought and not always with the best intentions. I suppose this is the internet and that can't be helped, but I still don't like it much at all.&lt;br /&gt;-Need to use my camera more again. Since I started school, it's been sitting unused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-9189849837950097531?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/9189849837950097531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=9189849837950097531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9189849837950097531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9189849837950097531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/10/currently.html' title='currently.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7853620680770387375</id><published>2009-09-22T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:55:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people watching.</title><content type='html'>I catch two buses to sixth form and during the 15 minutes I spend sitting in the bus shelter, waiting for my second bus - I like to people watch. Over the past few weeks, I've given names to the regulars I see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;There is Suzanne, so named because she reminds me a babysitter I once had called Suzanne. She always wears a bag and coat in matching shades of purple. Oscar, the delinquent year 10 boy who smokes and always wears tracksuits. Steve, the only white guy on the number 66 bus. And Danielle, the girl who always walks into town and returns with some form of breakfast - something different everyday. Yesterday she had croissant, today a muesli bar.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7853620680770387375?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7853620680770387375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7853620680770387375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7853620680770387375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7853620680770387375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-watching.html' title='people watching.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7000983901806598500</id><published>2009-09-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:20:14.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG: thoughts thus far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Gossip Girl is back and apparently I have no life, it seems likely that my blogging efforts will slide back into posting about said show rather frequently. I apologise in advance but I'm still not sorry enough not to do a quick rundown of my thoughts thus far, one episode into the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still hate Vanessa. Not that I thought that would change, but my hatred of her character is so vehement that I feel I must mention it at every given opportunity. Please, a plot twist where Vanessa is struggled to death by her own hideous hair? I would be so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;-I also still hate Jenny, maybe even more so because over the summer, due to that unforunate Teen Vogue interview and various awful pictures, I grew to severely dislike Taylor Momsen also. But I hated Jenny first.&lt;br /&gt;-Serena is annoying, though I like the clothes they have her in. That is the only nice thing I can think of to say since I can tell the I'm-Getting-My-Father's-Attention-Through-Pap-Whoring plotline is going to get old fast.&lt;br /&gt;-Where did Dan suddenly get muscles from?&lt;br /&gt;-Where was Georgina?&lt;br /&gt;-I get that Kelly Rutherford just had a baby, but why is Lily absent? Did they already explain this and I just wasn't there to hear?&lt;br /&gt;-I like Carter Baizen. I'm kind of glad he seems to be more of a main character this season.&lt;br /&gt;-Nate, yawn. This Bree Buckley plotline seems to have potential but really, it's going to take a lot to make you interesting. I'm sorry, you're pretty but dull.&lt;br /&gt;-I know I'm not going to be happy unless the entire show revolves around the Chuck/Blair pairing but seriously, there was a real lack of screentime for those two. I would happily see less of Jessica Szohr's mangy mop in order for more of those two, together or apart.&lt;br /&gt;-Also, please do not turn Blair into some meek, submissive little thing. I know college is a big transition but Blair is Blair, college or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may not seem like it but Gossip Girl is actually one of my favourite (if not my very favourite) TV shows. Sure, I don't watch it on TV but, in the words of Eric van der Woodsen, who even watches TV on a TV any more anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'll try to make this my last Gossip Girl post for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7000983901806598500?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7000983901806598500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7000983901806598500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7000983901806598500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7000983901806598500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/09/gg-thoughts-thus-far.html' title='GG: thoughts thus far.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4150850831330540144</id><published>2009-09-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:44:41.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of clothes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel kind of strange. Of my 3 days of sixth form, I've worn jeans everyday thus far. I have nothing against jeans but for me to wear them so often is uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting it down to the fact that I'm nervous and have therefore been dressing in a rather dull fashion. Will remedy tomorrow. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word on my &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;: I like posting in it but the way I was posting wasn't working for me. I just didn't like it. So I'm taking a while to think of a new format that I like and then I'll start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4150850831330540144?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4150850831330540144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4150850831330540144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4150850831330540144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4150850831330540144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-clothes.html' title='of clothes.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1759444885997076053</id><published>2009-08-27T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:20:48.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my exam results today. Apart from having to retake Maths since I failed, I did fine. It's my birthday on Tuesday and I still don't have Photoshop, which is distressing me. Also, I'm getting pretty into Big Love/The Tudors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/jpifd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of a tree that I took when I was in Wales, since I have nothing else to say/show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1759444885997076053?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1759444885997076053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1759444885997076053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1759444885997076053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1759444885997076053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/jpifd3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8688360919995189000</id><published>2009-08-14T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:21:27.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird things.</title><content type='html'>I was in Borders yesterday. I walk around the other side of a shelf to see if the author I wanted was there. He was not. I notice a girl behind me standing a little too close for my own personal comfort. I move to the other side of the shelf. She follows me. By this point, I think this is weird.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," she says.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi?" I reply and then there is a long awkward pause where she says nothing.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she says, "Have you heard of the female christ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8688360919995189000?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8688360919995189000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8688360919995189000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8688360919995189000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8688360919995189000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-things.html' title='weird things.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8023505013937565095</id><published>2009-08-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:21:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick thought.</title><content type='html'>I saw 'He's Just Not That Into You' on the plane. I'm sure not if I liked it or not. It was okay. Drew Barrymore annoyed me as did the MySpace references, who uses MySpace anymore? Gigi's hair was annoying too. Sometimes it looked fine, others terrible. I don't know, I'm undecided on what I think on the whole about the film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8023505013937565095?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8023505013937565095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8023505013937565095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8023505013937565095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8023505013937565095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/08/childish-whining.html' title='quick thought.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-358773003728919139</id><published>2009-08-08T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:20:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wales.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back from Wales. I would post pictures but they are all gigantic and my Photoshop is broken. Since I do not have the patience to decipher the workings of GIMP, a programme I downloaded on a whim and never use, that will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wales was gorgeous. There were mountains everywhere and lots of cows and sheep. Very pretty. I enjoyed it but I can only stand being in the countryside so long before I go a little stir-crazy so it was nice to come home again. I did go to Aberystwyth, hoping for a glimpse of civilisation. I did not find civilisation, more like a run-down seaside town with meagre retail prospects and too many topless obese men (Why is it always the fat ones who take their shirts off?).&lt;br /&gt;There was also lots of walking, in the rain at times, though for the most part the weather was surprisingly pleasant. I had expected quite the opposite and suffered due to only having brought jeans and one pair of long shorts. The walking made me feel less guilty about not working out everyday anymore, but now that I'm home, I will use the 2 days I have before I fly to America to exercise a lot since coming back from a holiday I always feel rather disgusting and unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;With the trip over, I have come to two conclusions. One; the countryside, while gorgeous, is not a place I could live without going insane. Two; I will not be going to university in Aberystwyth - if I'm going to go somewhere far away from home, I'd prefer it be a little less... dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things about Wales:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pretty mountains.&lt;br /&gt;-Pretty seaside towns.&lt;br /&gt;-Lots of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less good things about Wales:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Poor phone service.&lt;br /&gt;-Pitiful wifi.&lt;br /&gt;-Lots of grumpy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-358773003728919139?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/358773003728919139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=358773003728919139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/358773003728919139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/358773003728919139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-wales.html' title='Of Wales.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-928761958793868755</id><published>2009-07-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:25:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>My Photoshop is broken. I won't be able to replace it until September/late August when I'm back from the States. That is extremely upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is my August:&lt;br /&gt;1st-8th: In Wales.&lt;br /&gt;9th-10th: Home.&lt;br /&gt;11th-26th: In USA.&lt;br /&gt;27th: Exam results :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am not going to be on the internet for the majority of August. This freaks me out a little. What about my Google Reader?! I get scared when I leave it alone for a mere 2 days and it reaches 800+ items. Eek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-928761958793868755?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/928761958793868755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=928761958793868755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/928761958793868755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/928761958793868755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3118730488450107851</id><published>2009-07-22T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:45:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HBP</title><content type='html'>I've seen Harry Potter &amp;amp; the HBP twice now and feel confident in making the following assertions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate Ginny/Harry. (But mostly just Ginny in general)&lt;br /&gt;-Emma Watson's a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Felton stole the show. Upset that he probably won't be in the next 2 films much since he is all lanky and attractive now.&lt;br /&gt;-Freddie Stroma as Cormac makes no sense. Grint &gt; Stroma? Not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;-Next 2 films will need to explain loads of things. Not sure how that will work.&lt;br /&gt;-Who were those redheaded twins?! They were everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3118730488450107851?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3118730488450107851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3118730488450107851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3118730488450107851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3118730488450107851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/hbp.html' title='HBP'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4687501816446244516</id><published>2009-07-18T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:26:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(for future reference)</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday on September 1st. I pretty much have no idea what I want, so I'm just asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to buy with birthday money:&lt;br /&gt;-Driving lessons (eek)&lt;br /&gt;-Tripod&lt;br /&gt;-(If I have any money left over) External hard drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, what an exciting life I lead... Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4687501816446244516?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4687501816446244516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4687501816446244516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4687501816446244516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4687501816446244516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-to-buy.html' title='(for future reference)'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7370104192804421287</id><published>2009-07-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:49:42.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear camera (that I use for videos)</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I got angry and kicked you, I realise now it was not your fault - you were simply lying on the floor when I happened to need an outlet for my ~rage~ but would you please accept my apology and TURN THE HELL ON?! It has been 24 hours, stop blinking a few times before refusing to work. It's not cool. I don't have the money to replace you. So stop being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pretty sure this is a whole new nerdy low - writing heartfelt letters to electrical appliances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7370104192804421287?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7370104192804421287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7370104192804421287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7370104192804421287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7370104192804421287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-camera-that-i-use-for-videos.html' title='Dear camera (that I use for videos)'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4379870555561416041</id><published>2009-07-10T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:12:53.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right now.</title><content type='html'>I have too many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to see Harry Potter the day it comes out. I can't even remember what happens in the book this film is based on. I'm a terrible HP fan.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like True Blood.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nowhere will hire me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4379870555561416041?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4379870555561416041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4379870555561416041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4379870555561416041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4379870555561416041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-now.html' title='right now.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5924974656776823587</id><published>2009-07-03T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:20:50.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want a map of America so I can stick pins in the places I've been to. That would be fun. I'm going to buy one when I'm actually in America. I feel if I'm going do it, I should make it authentic. So far I have 4 states, in 5 trips. I guess that's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5924974656776823587?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5924974656776823587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5924974656776823587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5924974656776823587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5924974656776823587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/07/maps.html' title='maps.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4139601658637513388</id><published>2009-06-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:26:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mobile pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently my phone has a 5 megapixel camera. All I can say is if these are what 5 megapixel  pictures look like, then I'm unimpressed. They don't look much different to those taken on my 2 megapixel camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 445px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Photo-0002_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Lincoln Cathedral, not that you'd know by this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Photo-0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam notes. My handwriting is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 433px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/Photo-0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a jumper I bought last weekend, even though it's summer and it's only going to get warmer. Sadly, as much as I like it, I might take it back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makes me wish I had mobile internet, so I could twitpic some of these sometimes. But I can't. So oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4139601658637513388?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4139601658637513388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4139601658637513388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4139601658637513388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4139601658637513388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/mobile-pictures.html' title='mobile pictures.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5326904636821998397</id><published>2009-06-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:23:42.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>houses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;American houses are interesting, especially the old ones. They're so different to houses in the UK. I like this style, whatever it's called. I see a lot of them when I'm in NJ. They're the ones I always saw in American tv shows when I was younger. They especially me of Sabrina's house, from Sabrina the Teenage Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/redbrickvictorian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/redvictorian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/victorianbeachhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/victorianblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5326904636821998397?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5326904636821998397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5326904636821998397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5326904636821998397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5326904636821998397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/houses.html' title='houses.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1365307092897084671</id><published>2009-06-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:03:05.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is pretty annoying that my summer reading list for English Lit is pretty much all the books I don't own but want to read. (Minus 'A Small Island' which I own and have read - I hated it. Also, 'Trainspotting' which I own and have read - I adored it.) I could re-read Trainspotting but I'd also like to read a lot of the other books, most of all: Wise Children/Spies/Vernon God Little/The Colour Purple/Go Tell It on the Mountain/Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit/Slaughterhouse 5. I am conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have to do a presentation in French. I have no problem speaking in front of a group of people, large or small - it doesn't bother me. But I haven't spoken any French for 2 weeks and now I don't remember it. Haha. I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1365307092897084671?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1365307092897084671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1365307092897084671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1365307092897084671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1365307092897084671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/decisions.html' title='decisions.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-731642917722668764</id><published>2009-06-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:47:31.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom.</title><content type='html'>I don't really get the whole 'prom' thing. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_7469small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-731642917722668764?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/731642917722668764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=731642917722668764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/731642917722668764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/731642917722668764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/prom.html' title='Prom.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-881868241073278748</id><published>2009-06-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:37:19.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought of the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So recently I've had this thing about jawlines. I keep seeing people, both IRL and in films I've watched and thinking 'Wow, they have an amazing jawline'.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just really like jawlines. Especially really angular jawlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-881868241073278748?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/881868241073278748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=881868241073278748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/881868241073278748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/881868241073278748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week.html' title='thought of the week.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3794616337081048715</id><published>2009-06-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:08:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>curly ass hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_7001small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister is bullying me into wearing my hair like this for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_6944small-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I am channeling Lauren Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3794616337081048715?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3794616337081048715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3794616337081048715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3794616337081048715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3794616337081048715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/curly-ass-hair.html' title='curly ass hair.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2171322026787440742</id><published>2009-06-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:56:39.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took this yesterday. I actually find it rather terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3618/3601237181_113304c72f.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-2171322026787440742?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/2171322026787440742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=2171322026787440742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2171322026787440742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2171322026787440742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-took-this-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3645114035790803004</id><published>2009-06-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:40:39.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye high school.</title><content type='html'>I never have to go back to high school again (except for exam results) in one week! No more high school. No more same old stupid popular kids to hate. Yay for new popular kids to hate...?&lt;br /&gt;One hand I'm excited. On the other, I feel kind of old. I'm looking at 15 year old girls' myspaces and they remind me of me at that age and it's weiiiird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no purpose to this post. I'm just having a nostalgia fest this evening actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3645114035790803004?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3645114035790803004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3645114035790803004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3645114035790803004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3645114035790803004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-high-school.html' title='bye bye high school.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5956409860603935670</id><published>2009-05-31T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:42:56.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to take a picture to show you a dress I got yesterday since I like it a lot. But I looked grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_6641small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always either look grumpy in pictures or I pull a ridiculous face. My mother hates it and always tells me not to. Maybe I should listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_6619small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5956409860603935670?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5956409860603935670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5956409860603935670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5956409860603935670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5956409860603935670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-dress.html' title='summer dress.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6550693293180873644</id><published>2009-05-28T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:56:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a place in South Hampton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'm not saying that I've seen it, but it's beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mad Men. Before yesterday, I'd never seen the first episode all the way through. Just snippets of episodes when BBC decides to show them. I love the style of the show though. And all the small moments when they poke fun at the misogynistic view of women at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2psojf6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not to mention it's so visually stunning I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6550693293180873644?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6550693293180873644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6550693293180873644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6550693293180873644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6550693293180873644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-has-place-in-south-hampton.html' title='He has a place in South Hampton.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2psojf6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5533702259520230215</id><published>2009-05-25T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:51:49.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a more thoughtful note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here are my thoughts on YouTube, as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go with my channel anymore. Do I simply cease to make videos and only use it as a means to watch the videos of channels I enjoy? Do I persevere and try to make videos and still watch the videos of channels I enjoy too? It's a little awkward since people at school discovered my channel. I have no idea how they did but isn't that the way things go.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have already officially left said school and come August 27th, will never have to set foot there again as long as I live - maybe this is no longer an issue. I don't really care about the comments people leave on there. You're making my view count go up and I can just block you anyway. If you're stupid enough to watch my videos and not 'X' out of them when you realise they're not to your tastes, more fool you.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's more the ones who come up to me in corridors and question me about why I make videos on the internet. Or incessantly ask 'Do you like dry cereal?' which is annoying, since I clearly stated in that video (which has since been privated) that yes, I do like dry cereal. Though at least they have the balls to say something about my videos to my face. Making childish and poorly spelt comments is hardly brave.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't know what kind of videos to make. I don't like making video blogs much. They're interesting to watch but to make, it's just not very... me? I don't like telling people much about myself in the best of situations. And I'm not going to talk about any particular topics or points of interest because I'm not interested in any controversy to be faced when sharing my points of view with others. Also, my dad likes to watch my videos and he doesn't get the whole concept of vlogs, so he'll then ask me why I just sat there and spouted nonsense at a camera for 3 minutes which, much as I love my dad (and I kind of hope he doesn't read my blog actually, now that I think about it) I don't want to have to worry about whether he'll understand/like my video. I didn't start making videos so that I'd have to cater to what other people wanted me to do. It makes it less fun.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like making those music video-esque type videos, but I'm not really into music in the way that I once was. In that I don't actively seek out 'cool' new unheard of bands in an attempt to feel superior to others. Therefore I kind of don't feel I have anything new and profound to share in making a video of me awkwardly shuffling to songs you've heard many, many times before. Though I like those videos the best, since I don't have to talk or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I also liked making that Fanboy Vs. Gothgirl (or whatever that book was called, IDK) video. I liked acting once upon a time. So I could re-enact more stuff, I suppose. Though that is also the video that receives the most 'hate' from people. So maybe that's a sign not to continue down that path?&lt;br /&gt;I write. Maybe I could do something interesting with that. Write a series of something to enact. Do a voice-over of something I wrote. But then maybe people would think I'm kind of arrogant and that I think I'm the next Jane Austen, or whoever. Which I don't. Writing's just my thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I like making videos. It's a form of creative expression, I suppose. I like to think creatively. I'm a creative kind of person. But then there are always those who are destructive so I wonder if it's really worth it, if so many people on the internet are just plain moronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5533702259520230215?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5533702259520230215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5533702259520230215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5533702259520230215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5533702259520230215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-thoughtful-note.html' title='a more thoughtful note.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1808781385119601750</id><published>2009-05-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:04:14.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a habit.</title><content type='html'>I need new clothes. I know this. Especially since in September, I have to wear my own clothes everyday. No more uniform to rely on. But I'm such a hoarder when it comes to money. I hate to spend it. Instead, I save it for a 'rainy day'.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm the only person alive with this problem. How does everyone else spend their money so freely? I just can't bring myself to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1808781385119601750?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1808781385119601750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1808781385119601750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1808781385119601750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1808781385119601750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-habit.html' title='it&apos;s a habit.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5315608058270342225</id><published>2009-05-11T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:26:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>utter glee.</title><content type='html'>Final speaking exam is over! No more reading and re-reading cue cards and having no time for anything else. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I do know I have other exams to revise for but speaking revision is so intensive and takes up so much more of my time than anything else.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5315608058270342225?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5315608058270342225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5315608058270342225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5315608058270342225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5315608058270342225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/utter-glee.html' title='utter glee.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-9024700026832948953</id><published>2009-05-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:47:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>I felt kind of unwell all day today. I wore tracksuit pants and a hoody all day, which isn't so bad since I do need to find a use for my tracksuit pants now that I never have to have another P.E. lesson again in my life (For which I am so wonderfully thankful).&lt;br /&gt;The bad part is I can't even have tomorrow off school because I have my German speaking exam and you kind of can't miss exams. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-9024700026832948953?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/9024700026832948953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=9024700026832948953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9024700026832948953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9024700026832948953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1904949742656700738</id><published>2009-05-08T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:01:10.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why does he wear so much purple?</title><content type='html'>While I still don't understand tumblr (and I'm not sure that I want to), I do enjoy perusing the strange blogs you find on tumblr. Such as &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://whatchuckwore.tumblr.com/"&gt;whatchuckwore&lt;/a&gt;, yes a Gossip Girl reference but honestly - this blog is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1904949742656700738?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1904949742656700738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1904949742656700738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1904949742656700738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1904949742656700738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-he-wear-so-much-purple.html' title='why does he wear so much purple?'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7261625520269621300</id><published>2009-05-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:53:09.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of 3 days weekends and buses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure that I like 3 day weekends. On one hand, it's nice to have 3 days off school instead of 2 but on the other, it's very confusing to start the school week on Tuesday and not Monday. I spent the whole day thinking I had the wrong lessons. It's going to be even more bizarre next week though, since I don't have to go to school for Science, P.E. or PSE anymore after Friday, which is our 'last' day. Though technically, my last day is June 11 when my last exam ends.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I applied for a job at a little shop that sells lots of cashmere cardigans and the kind of clothes quite old women wear. It also sells biscuits too, which is odd. I don't expect much to come of applying for jobs anymore though, I never do get anything back. I wish places would just ring or email me and tell me why they didn't want to interview me though. It would be so much better than just not hearing from them at all. And also, probably beneficial since I could take their reasons into consideration when applying for future jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I do need a job though. I worked out that it will cost me nearly £2,000 on bus fares for two years at sixth form. Unless I get some special bus card, then it will only be about £1,000. All the same, it's ridiculous. I'm going to school - surely I shouldn't have to pay thousands of pounds just to go get an education? Some countries give free school buses or free travel for students which would be a much better idea. The elderly get free bus travel after all because they don't have jobs or much income, often. It seems unfair that students don't when we don't have a lot of money either - especially when nowhere will give us jobs since we're deemed too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7261625520269621300?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7261625520269621300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7261625520269621300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7261625520269621300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7261625520269621300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-days-weekends-and-buses.html' title='of 3 days weekends and buses.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6856638170270826164</id><published>2009-05-02T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:06:28.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures.</title><content type='html'>Some more pictures I took in America. These were from my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/dfahdsfh3edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/dfahdsfh2edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that hat. I just wish it wasn't $280. (P.S. I'm not that short - my sister's in heels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/dfahdsfh5edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diner cakes. Beautiful to look at but they all taste like crap :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6856638170270826164?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6856638170270826164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6856638170270826164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6856638170270826164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6856638170270826164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pictures.html' title='more pictures.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1130303363928848970</id><published>2009-05-01T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:14:43.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally transferred the pictures I took in America onto my computer tonight and I found this one. My stepmother's dad has a plane and he took us up in it and flew over New York. I found this picture of when we flew over the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/IMG_3570smalledit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1130303363928848970?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1130303363928848970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1130303363928848970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1130303363928848970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1130303363928848970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finally-transferred-pictures-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5490392554357255112</id><published>2009-04-26T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:58:31.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realise I talk about Gossip Girl a lot. I do this both on and offline and while in real life, I have a long suffering but obliging friend who puts up with this, I'm sure online there are less of you with such patience. In which case, I would skip reading this.&lt;br /&gt;After watching 3 episodes of Gossip Girl back to back last night I realised something. I have no idea why I even like this show. Aside from all the character's wardrobes and major dramatic events, I should technically dislike it quite a bit. I don't even like the majority of the characters. I went through every character and came to the conclusion that basically, I only like Blair, Chuck, Dorota and Eric. The rest of the characters either bore me or annoy me. Vanessa and Jenny, in particular. There would be no love lost if they happened to be run over by a taxi anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/zmzabm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm only watching it for Chuck and Blair.  They have the best lines, the best personal style and are unapologetically themselves. Without them, the show would simply be annoying and much less interesting. After all, who can resist hair bows and pastel coloured suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5490392554357255112?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5490392554357255112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5490392554357255112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5490392554357255112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5490392554357255112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realise-i-talk-about-gossip-girl-lot.html' title='GG.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/zmzabm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-549284174787233769</id><published>2009-04-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:32:43.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for those of you interested...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure whether or not to post my fashion-related blog on here or not. I'm still not sure but I know a few of you have expressed an interest in knowing about it. I've had it in the background for a few months now, not really knowing what to write in it and waiting until I got my new camera so I could take decent photos for it. I made my first post in it today and hopefully, will continue to post further fashion-related thoughts, things, outfits, etc over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://missperiwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(108, 129, 186);"&gt;click here to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (but only if you want to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-549284174787233769?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/549284174787233769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=549284174787233769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/549284174787233769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/549284174787233769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-those-of-you-interested.html' title='for those of you interested...'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-9071355078630848546</id><published>2009-04-24T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:59:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mildly amusing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2q3civp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-9071355078630848546?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/9071355078630848546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=9071355078630848546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9071355078630848546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9071355078630848546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/mildly-amusing.html' title='mildly amusing.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2q3civp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2631206873304331069</id><published>2009-04-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:32:32.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things.</title><content type='html'>I love my iPod. Why have I never had one before? How did I make it to 16 years (and 7 months) old without ever having one? Or ever even having an MP3 player at all. No more must I sit awkwardly on buses listening to other people's conversations while waiting for my stop and praying that no one really smelly decides to sit down next to me.I even have Gossip Girl on my iPod, both seasons (minus a few episodes from season 2 that haven't been shown yet). It really is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another equally pleasant note, I got a formal offer of acceptance from the sixth form I want to go to. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-2631206873304331069?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/2631206873304331069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=2631206873304331069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2631206873304331069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/2631206873304331069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-things.html' title='Good things.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4485752835773609870</id><published>2009-04-18T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:09:27.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>technophobia phobia?</title><content type='html'>Every time I don't understand something on the internet/in technology (tumblr, the # symbols on Twitter, what the 3G stands for in the newer iPhone) I worry that I'm turning into one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; people. People like my grandma, who can't understand how her CD player works and has a mobile phone bigger than my housephone. One of those people who doesn't understand technology. Even when I'm old, I want to be able understand how to operate a hover scooter or whatever other crap they're going to invent in years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4485752835773609870?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4485752835773609870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4485752835773609870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4485752835773609870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4485752835773609870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/technophobia-phobia.html' title='technophobia phobia?'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-485662259978845504</id><published>2009-04-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:50:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SejrGQ6n1QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C9FfSI4XQrQ/s1600-h/2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SejrGQ6n1QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C9FfSI4XQrQ/s320/2+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325765052218201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you like the blue wall on the left side? It was starting to feel too clinical with all the white. I'm wondering whether to paint the remaining walls a pale blue or not.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get new furniture. Everything but my desk is falling apart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-485662259978845504?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/485662259978845504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=485662259978845504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/485662259978845504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/485662259978845504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-room.html' title='hello room.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SejrGQ6n1QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C9FfSI4XQrQ/s72-c/2+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6495898696533914092</id><published>2009-04-13T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:47:49.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of foreign lands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess where I went today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SePqzfGRCVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/H2ExnzaZZnE/s1600-h/IMG_4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SePqzfGRCVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/H2ExnzaZZnE/s320/IMG_4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324357354724067666" border="0" /&gt;&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/1609960668107153928-6495898696533914092?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6495898696533914092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6495898696533914092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6495898696533914092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6495898696533914092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/speaking-of-foreign-lands.html' title='speaking of foreign lands...'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SePqzfGRCVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/H2ExnzaZZnE/s72-c/IMG_4434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4725971760517804029</id><published>2009-04-04T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:06:29.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clothes, or lack thereof.</title><content type='html'>I'm packed - I think I remembered everything but of course, that's rarely ever the case. I usually forget something, or a few somethings. At least.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was while I was packing that I realised something. I have so few clothes. I'm going away for 10 days and while trying to find 10 t-shirts/shirts/blouses, I really struggled. Which is kind of terrible considering that next school year I have to wear my own clothes, everyday of the week. This is something I have never done, having been confined to a school uniform for the past 12 years. It seems weird and now also worrying, since I realised my wardrobe is really a shambles. A shambles made up of old clothes I haven't worn in months, but can't justify throwing out and the clothes I wear all the time, day in, day out.&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. Stat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4725971760517804029?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4725971760517804029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4725971760517804029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4725971760517804029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4725971760517804029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/04/clothes-or-lack-thereof.html' title='clothes, or lack thereof.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7551483055405015289</id><published>2009-03-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:24:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future travels.</title><content type='html'>I'm in America again on Sunday. It seems so weird - last time I was over I had a cute boy crop. Now my hair's so long I can tie it in a ponytail. Exciting, right? I'm thinking of a cutesy bob. Anyway, to the point. The last time I was in the US in spring was 2006, but I remember it being nice. Less snow than winter but less sun than summer. I have a shit ton of revision to do while I'm over there though, I may be away from home but it's no holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things about going to the states again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to see my dad (Kind of a given but still)&lt;br /&gt;Finally get my new camera &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;NYC in spring  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so good things about going to the states again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dehydrating and feeling like death on the flight&lt;br /&gt;I can't even escape from revision over there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7551483055405015289?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7551483055405015289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7551483055405015289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7551483055405015289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7551483055405015289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-travels.html' title='future travels.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-7103261773874800217</id><published>2009-03-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:06:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream bedroom.</title><content type='html'>I was on the ourbedrooms community on LJ today, and I found my dream bedroom. Sadly, it belongs to someone else. That lucky bastard. But I saved the pictures into my 'decor' inspiration folder nonetheless. It wouldn't be too hard to get my own room up to par/the way I want it - I just need some money and a few trips to Ikea, along with the help of my mum's boyfriend (since I can't really assemble flatpack furniture or paint my walls too well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SdEXlJ1_PfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pGZag0xPflw/s1600-h/ikea+room+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SdEXlJ1_PfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pGZag0xPflw/s320/ikea+room+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319058561966226930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am dying to know what this piece of furniture is though. I know it's IKEA, but I can't find it anywhere on the website and I need it. It is most upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more months and some GCSE's to get out of the way before I can find a job though, so I suppose that's a plus. And will probably aid the whole room rejuvenation thing that's kind of waiting in limbo right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7103261773874800217?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7103261773874800217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7103261773874800217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7103261773874800217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7103261773874800217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-bedroom.html' title='dream bedroom.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SdEXlJ1_PfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pGZag0xPflw/s72-c/ikea+room+%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4602955408958171641</id><published>2009-03-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:02:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and stalkers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/Sc1ZsaLVHDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q3SgJDpAEvs/s1600-h/science+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/Sc1ZsaLVHDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q3SgJDpAEvs/s320/science+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a picture of my friend, Laura, and I. There isn't really any purpose for my posting this picture other than I felt I should update and I quite like this picture. We took it on Red Nose Day (hence the red nose sticker on my blouse) in Science, after we took over our Science teacher's laptop for the entire double period. As you may or may not have gathered by now, we get very little done in Science lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, although I don't like to have to do this, I may post in this blog less/in less detail since it has come to my attention that people I know IRL read this blog upon occasion and, to be honest, it kind of creeps me out that they can see what I'm up to without me knowing. Who knows though - I may do nothing of the sort. But if I do, then you know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4602955408958171641?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4602955408958171641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4602955408958171641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4602955408958171641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4602955408958171641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-picture-of-my-friend-laura-and.html' title='friends and stalkers.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/Sc1ZsaLVHDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q3SgJDpAEvs/s72-c/science+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-513776482527418864</id><published>2009-03-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:43:48.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accomplishment.</title><content type='html'>I found a way to wear leggings so that I don't feel like I'm wandering around with everything on show, because while that may be fine for some girls, (namely the ones I see in town most Saturdays in matching outfits) I am not going out wearing a tank top and leggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/ScVfOuPx0eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cPijGaWjDos/s1600-h/4+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/ScVfOuPx0eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cPijGaWjDos/s320/4+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315759641717756386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta da! I want to buy more over-sized shirts/blouses now because I can finally get some use out of my leggings now without feeling really uncomfortable, let alone over-exposed!&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse my awkward face-hiding stance, I'd just woken up and trust me - it was rough.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-513776482527418864?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/513776482527418864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=513776482527418864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/513776482527418864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/513776482527418864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/accomplishment.html' title='accomplishment.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/ScVfOuPx0eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cPijGaWjDos/s72-c/4+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1225137917276329219</id><published>2009-03-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:14:19.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignorance makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate when I go on YouTube and read comments on a video, usually a music video (which I usually avoid reading the comments of because of the idiots that seem to congregate in the comments section of those videos...) and see that some idiot is giving someone a hard time because they commented on that video in another language.&lt;br /&gt;For example, today I saw someone comment on a video in German - saying that they liked the video. And someone had replied to their comment saying something along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'wtf what language is that? french? lol' &lt;/span&gt;or something equally ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry because, seriously? Did they seriously expect everyone to speak in English for their benefit? Are they so ignorant that they feel everyone has to speak learn English for them, so they don't get confused? That kind of attitude really annoys me. English isn't enough! Not everyone in the world speaks English, in fact - a large majority does not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.manchestercse.co.uk/images/english_speaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.manchestercse.co.uk/images/english_speaking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the extent of the English speaking world. See all the little grey countries? They do not speak English (as a first language). And there is way more of them than there is of the English speaking countries.&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me. The same goes for when people say, 'I don't need to learn a foreign language, everyone speaks English anyway.' No, they do not. Don't be so ignorant, you twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant. PHEW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1225137917276329219?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1225137917276329219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1225137917276329219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1225137917276329219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1225137917276329219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/ignorance-makes-me-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-564879685382511588</id><published>2009-03-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:51:28.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy yet impatient.</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. After saving for nearly a year, I bought my camera earlier this week. (I bought it on a US site though, because it was a lot cheaper there. Haha.) It finally arrived at my Dad's house today. I'm so excited - now I just have to wait 2 (and a bit) weeks until I fly over and get to meet my new baby.&lt;br /&gt;I've even named it - Magnus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-564879685382511588?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/564879685382511588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=564879685382511588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/564879685382511588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/564879685382511588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-yet-impatient.html' title='happy yet impatient.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6051803201670503193</id><published>2009-03-07T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:53:14.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year ago today I looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SbLQG9YP3qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sQZS_dN2CZQ/s1600-h/2+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SbLQG9YP3qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sQZS_dN2CZQ/s320/2+edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SbLQIRlbvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HKXpvTT_VRU/s1600-h/5+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SbLQIRlbvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HKXpvTT_VRU/s320/5+edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;chubby cheeks ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6051803201670503193?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6051803201670503193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6051803201670503193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6051803201670503193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6051803201670503193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-ago-today-i-looked-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SbLQG9YP3qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sQZS_dN2CZQ/s72-c/2+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1213449523339065920</id><published>2009-03-05T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:31:02.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of films and disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really disappointed that I missed Revolutionary Road while it was at the pictures. I even bought and read the book since I have vowed never again to watch a film adapted from a book unless I've read the book first. (Since I made that mistake with Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice and while I love the book, seeing the film first kind of ruined it.) I went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic instead. I've read those books too, they were...okay. The film was less annoying though, with more fun music and I love Isla Fisher's hair in it, so that made it bearable. But still, I would so much rather have seen Revolutionary Road. At least I have The Young Victoria to look forward to now, though I still don't believe that the actor playing Prince Albert is the same actor that played Mr Wickham in P&amp;amp;P.&lt;br /&gt;/weird fangirl moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1213449523339065920?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1213449523339065920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1213449523339065920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1213449523339065920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1213449523339065920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-films-and-disappointment.html' title='of films and disappointment.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4712590239530210504</id><published>2009-03-01T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:50:55.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqESwWny_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywFCpuzlwTs/s1600-h/sunday+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqESwWny_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywFCpuzlwTs/s320/sunday+1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqEaMoyZVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QRuBUSYD2_Q/s1600-h/sunday+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqEaMoyZVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QRuBUSYD2_Q/s320/sunday+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqEcnw6ddI/AAAAAAAAAIs/c4fztiGTLLI/s1600-h/sunday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqEcnw6ddI/AAAAAAAAAIs/c4fztiGTLLI/s320/sunday.jpg" /&gt;&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/1609960668107153928-4712590239530210504?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4712590239530210504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4712590239530210504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4712590239530210504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4712590239530210504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaqESwWny_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywFCpuzlwTs/s72-c/sunday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1289547860119735593</id><published>2009-02-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:31:15.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umm.</title><content type='html'>I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button this weekend. I liked it, a lot. But my favourite part was Cate Blanchett's hair. I want it. The colour. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaRGaQ2RFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rdQtBavy3FA/s1600-h/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button+-+Redhead+Cate+Blanchett.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaRGaQ2RFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rdQtBavy3FA/s320/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button+-+Redhead+Cate+Blanchett.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306443677962408994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1289547860119735593?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1289547860119735593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1289547860119735593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1289547860119735593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1289547860119735593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/umm.html' title='umm.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SaRGaQ2RFCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rdQtBavy3FA/s72-c/The+Curious+Case+of+Benjamin+Button+-+Redhead+Cate+Blanchett.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5888704343990393689</id><published>2009-02-16T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:16:01.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning.</title><content type='html'>I need to leave in 2 hours and I'm still not packed. I should probably remedy that... It's really sunny outside and I've actually had to open a window because it's warm in here. I really hope that means it's summer soon. (I should be so lucky...)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on thursday. Until then - I made a new video! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YP9LuZggMuE"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5888704343990393689?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5888704343990393689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5888704343990393689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5888704343990393689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5888704343990393689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html' title='good morning.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1461149151043532212</id><published>2009-02-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:58:43.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of plans.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going the States this week anymore; my sister has the chicken pox and you're not allowed to fly when you're at the contagious stage. I'm going in April instead, so that ought to be nice because it'll be much warmer then. I also tried to organise my 'inspiration etc' folder on my computer last night. It's basically every picture I've ever saved since I got this computer in Summer 2006 that isn't from my various cameras since then. (I have a separate folder that's VERY organised for all my camera photos.) It proved a bit too much for me at 2 a.m. though when I went to bed instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I keep looking at all the pretty sundresses on Topshop.com and wishing I could own them all. I'm really excited for spring and warmer weather and lighter evenings. But I doubt I'll buy much for my summer wardrobe yet, I still have to save up another £120 for my camera. Still, I love this dress in particular. It's probably a good job I can't afford it, since I could never decide which colour I wanted it in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZcGAtY70FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KU2n3-EaRLE/s1600-h/Topshop+-+Pink+Full+skirted+sundress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZcGAtY70FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KU2n3-EaRLE/s320/Topshop+-+Pink+Full+skirted+sundress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713695505993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZcGAQsNGhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4UByV4o4inA/s1600-h/Topshop+-+Green+Full+skirted+sundress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZcGAQsNGhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4UByV4o4inA/s320/Topshop+-+Green+Full+skirted+sundress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713687802190354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1461149151043532212?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1461149151043532212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1461149151043532212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1461149151043532212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1461149151043532212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-of-plans.html' title='a change of plans.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZcGAtY70FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KU2n3-EaRLE/s72-c/Topshop+-+Pink+Full+skirted+sundress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-4209069582090578997</id><published>2009-02-11T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:00:03.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy.</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy for the past two or so weeks. I'm so glad I have next week off for half term. Since I'll be in the states the whole week though - I don't think I'll have time to do all the revision I probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be doing in my week off. Oops. Not sure how I feel about that. One the one hand, I am honestly looking forward to going. But on the other, school is so hectic now that I feel like any time I get to sit and revise and prepare coursework is really very valuable. Plus I dislike flying because I always end up horribly dehydrated and sick and I'm going to be so jetlagged on Saturday 21st when I get back. So, definitely not looking forward to that side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I get back, I'm going to need to start planning things for prom and finishing coursework and revising for my exams and continuing my search for a job and finally deciding which sixth form I want to go. (Though I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll ever decide, it's so difficult..) And I'd really like to go the cinema with friends in between all of that. Very, very busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, this is what I looked like a year ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZMtxOUUe8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NYPiTseUD0U/s1600-h/mirror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZMtxOUUe8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NYPiTseUD0U/s320/mirror.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301631510025370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is where I was. (in Florida, notice the old people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZMtxBOerXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DuZA3iJZXzs/s1600-h/florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZMtxBOerXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DuZA3iJZXzs/s320/florida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301631506511211890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-4209069582090578997?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/4209069582090578997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=4209069582090578997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4209069582090578997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/4209069582090578997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZMtxOUUe8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NYPiTseUD0U/s72-c/mirror.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-498977230452422809</id><published>2009-02-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:00:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures I took last month. (I took so few, I'm kind of disappointed in myself looking back on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfM7e9nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-PGvGOXaGio/s1600-h/DSCF1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfM7e9nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-PGvGOXaGio/s320/DSCF1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886831043114610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfXLJtYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SGh0qNGhZLQ/s1600-h/DSCF1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfXLJtYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SGh0qNGhZLQ/s320/DSCF1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886833793185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfZ4Aw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-CL_mqqkzpU/s1600-h/DSCF1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfZ4Aw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-CL_mqqkzpU/s320/DSCF1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886834518213554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^ took this one by accident&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfhYXq2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/r1K7ox2bo88/s320/DSCF1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886836532980578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(can you tell that tartan skirt is my new favourite? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-498977230452422809?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/498977230452422809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=498977230452422809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/498977230452422809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/498977230452422809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/january.html' title='january.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SZCIfM7e9nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-PGvGOXaGio/s72-c/DSCF1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5655096743780945324</id><published>2009-02-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:26:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I wore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went 'shopping' (I didn't actually buy anything) today. It's probably the first time in about two weeks that I haven't spent all weekend doing English coursework. Usually I avoid jeans, especially if I'm actually leaving the house but I'm also lazy and I prefer comfort to freezing so I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SY3RrS7A0dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LZVtHSJV_do/s1600-h/3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SY3RrS7A0dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LZVtHSJV_do/s320/3+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300122878228877778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I wore a hat which was fun because I actually really like hats. note to self: need more hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SY3RrGjZj5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GpF_S_1ECEM/s1600-h/2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SY3RrGjZj5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GpF_S_1ECEM/s320/2+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300122874908610450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, I couldn't think of anything to write in here today so I'm trying out the whole 'what I wore today' post. again. Future posts will be more substantial, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5655096743780945324?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5655096743780945324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5655096743780945324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5655096743780945324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5655096743780945324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-wore.html' title='what I wore.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SY3RrS7A0dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LZVtHSJV_do/s72-c/3+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6484317039080036643</id><published>2009-02-03T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:09:22.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all I seem to think about lately is sixth forms and which sixth form I should go to and what subjects I should take at which sixth form and the pro's and con's of each individual sixth form I'm applying to and deadlines for sixth form applications. *tears hair out and cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously though, I've spent the last two weeks thinking about all this crap and I am absolutely no clearer. in the slightest. at all. so I'm taking a little time out to tell you what I did over the weekend. most importantly of all, I filmed some stuff this weekend that I'll probably make into a video next weekend/later this week (I'm not sure which, I have a whole ton of coursework to finish by next week).&lt;br /&gt;also I had a go at taking the whole 'what I wore today' type pictures. they didn't turn out so great, imo. oh well, it's all in preparation for that fashion blog I'm (still) toying with...bare with me on that. if these pictures prove anything though, it's that I need to wait until I finally save up the cash for the camera I want (need) and a tripod. because balancing your camera on top of televisions and dustbins = fail. that and the fact that I can't pose without looking ridiculous, hence why both pictures are of me looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SYiV69vZebI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bCWIL8pa8ac/s1600-h/DSCF1519+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SYiV69vZebI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bCWIL8pa8ac/s320/DSCF1519+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298649801839704498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SYiV5-MYOyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tYzow0acALw/s1600-h/DSCF1476+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SYiV5-MYOyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tYzow0acALw/s320/DSCF1476+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298649784781388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6484317039080036643?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6484317039080036643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6484317039080036643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6484317039080036643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6484317039080036643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-seem-to-think-about-lately-is.html' title='lately.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SYiV69vZebI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bCWIL8pa8ac/s72-c/DSCF1519+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-9159405705233835308</id><published>2009-01-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:18:19.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love fridays. it's my favourite day of the week. even though I have a cold brewing and I got my exam dates today and I'm so confused about sixth forms, I could not help but still be slightly happy today. it's friday, after all. also, I finish school an hour early on fridays which is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll organise my saved images on my computer this weekend  (when I'm not finishing off my coursework...) because they are no order at all and once I save something, I never find it again. which is slightly distressing/annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I only have 4 (and a bit) months left of school. it's going so fast :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-9159405705233835308?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/9159405705233835308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=9159405705233835308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9159405705233835308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/9159405705233835308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-3.html' title='friday &lt;3'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6056063556546898690</id><published>2009-01-28T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:28:34.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so my prom dress came in the post yesterday. and I really like it. mostly because it is so unlike the hideous (imo) poofy, princess-like dresses that everyone wears to prom, that only seem to come encrusted with rhinestones (or crystals, whatev...) and in really gaudy colours.&lt;br /&gt;and no I'm not going to show it to you because then my real prom pictures wouldn't be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;but rest-assured, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to figure out how to my bring my camera to prom. a huge ass clutch or just bring my handbag? hopefully, by then I'll have saved up the extra £150 I need to finally &lt;a href="http://www.jessops.com/online.store/categories/Cameras%20and%20Lenses/Digital%20SLRs/products/Canon/EOS%20450D%20%2018-55mm%20f3.5-5.6%20IS%20Lens-73523/Show.html"&gt;buy this&lt;/a&gt; (which I have only been saving up to buy for over a year...) which is even bigger than my current camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6056063556546898690?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6056063556546898690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6056063556546898690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6056063556546898690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6056063556546898690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/prom-dress.html' title='prom dress.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6626256900124488897</id><published>2009-01-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:17:07.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a long time I've been thinking about starting a style blog. a really long time. even when I had no money and began to wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday (ew...) due to complete apathy, I was still thinking about it. recently more than ever, I've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; toying with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I read style blogs, nearly everyday. I'm subscribed to nearly 200 of them in my Google Reader. I even sometimes take what-I-wore-today style pictures and consider uploading them to Chictopia/Weardrobe/Lookbook/etc account, but never do.&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, I don't have a whole lot of time to scope out cool new designers or even watch fashion shows on Style.com. but still, I'd like to, one day at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact Billi (who mentioned a style blog to me months and months ago) asked me recently&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'if i asked to write about style, in any way you saw fit, would that interest you? and what do you think you'd write about' &lt;/span&gt;which I thought was quite interesting. mostly because, yes - it would interest me to write about style. and I'm not really sure how I'd write about it. possibly share a little of my 'style inspiration' with you, show you my day-to-day outfit on occassion, talk about the odd designer or new collection that interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I will start one. it could be this week, it could be months away. but I'd really like to. in fact, I might set that as a goal, of sorts, for myself this year. to just do it, instead of thinking about it constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15QdW6q22So"&gt;new video.&lt;/a&gt; are you shocked? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6626256900124488897?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6626256900124488897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6626256900124488897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6626256900124488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6626256900124488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='hmm?'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1636741995909294541</id><published>2009-01-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:21:13.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for some reason I really want a cherry bakewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXpszPO0HnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K1hSKERMKDE/s1600-h/cherry+bakewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXpszPO0HnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K1hSKERMKDE/s320/cherry+bakewell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294663939445235314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Chinese good luck candy. mmm, if I knew where to buy that, I would be one happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1636741995909294541?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1636741995909294541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1636741995909294541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1636741995909294541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1636741995909294541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweets.html' title='sweets.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXpszPO0HnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K1hSKERMKDE/s72-c/cherry+bakewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6518819867683056040</id><published>2009-01-16T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:38:14.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I plan on having a really lazy weekend. to kickstart said lazy weekend, I took pictures on my (horrible) webcam and stuck them in Poladroid. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXD9o8Saz-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Rs-NDPDOHQ/s1600-h/ScreenShot626-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXD9o8Saz-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Rs-NDPDOHQ/s320/ScreenShot626-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292008441980309474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXD9olNF0qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iRWXFivu7t4/s1600-h/ScreenShot606-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXD9olNF0qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iRWXFivu7t4/s320/ScreenShot606-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292008435783946914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I am pining over &lt;a href="http://www.soletrader.co.uk/soletrader/product/Brands_SoleTrader_DRMARTENS/1560Z.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. when will you be mine, oh sweet docs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6518819867683056040?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6518819867683056040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6518819867683056040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6518819867683056040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6518819867683056040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-weekend.html' title='lazy weekend.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SXD9o8Saz-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Rs-NDPDOHQ/s72-c/ScreenShot626-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-6419250819021949398</id><published>2009-01-13T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:14:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWz2DI8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nRUwYB7axms/s1600-h/3+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWz2DI8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nRUwYB7axms/s320/3+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290874196055140530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say 'hi' to my new shoes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-6419250819021949398?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/6419250819021949398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=6419250819021949398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6419250819021949398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/6419250819021949398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-caved.html' title='I caved.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWz2DI8lqLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nRUwYB7axms/s72-c/3+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1970475279313671031</id><published>2009-01-11T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:55:11.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard when you find the beautiful wedge heel of your dreams and have to forgo buying them, despite the fact that a) they have your size (amazing since H&amp;amp;M only seem to cater for tiny feet) and b) they are amazing, due to your lack of any sort of regular income as of late. even spending £25 on shoes now would leave me near broke for the rest of the month. and there is always the fear that if I bought them, they would sit amongst my other shoes unworn for their entire lifetime because I feel too self conscious to wear 3/4" wedge heel in public.&lt;br /&gt;all the same, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1970475279313671031?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1970475279313671031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1970475279313671031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1970475279313671031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1970475279313671031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoes.html' title='shoes.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3905843257052771992</id><published>2009-01-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:34:44.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://poladroid.net/"&gt;poladroid.net&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago, and immediately thought it was a really fun, interesting idea. sadly, it was only available to download for Mac at the time so I waited patiently for the Beta version for Windows to arrive. I finally had time to get on my computer and download it today. new love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWdtSUfD-eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rfFL0Ym5qc8/s1600-h/SL272366+%28Small%29+edit-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWdtSUfD-eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rfFL0Ym5qc8/s320/SL272366+%28Small%29+edit-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316448874002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a really old photo of me from October 2007. it's here for hair nostalgia purposes. I wish my hair would grow now. I get bored of it so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I finally decided upon my A level choices. I'm applying to two different schools and had to chose slightly differently A levels for both as some of my picks weren't available at both schools. I'm down for English Lit, English Lang, French and Goverment &amp;amp; Politics at my first choice. then English Lit, French, History and Sociology at my fall-back school. now I'm going to post them before I change my mind, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3905843257052771992?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3905843257052771992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3905843257052771992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3905843257052771992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3905843257052771992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-love.html' title='new love.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SWdtSUfD-eI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rfFL0Ym5qc8/s72-c/SL272366+%28Small%29+edit-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-969648066158890786</id><published>2008-12-23T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:45:50.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like scouring charity shops for Jane Austen and Shakespeare because it's all I want to read right now. 80 pence for hours of happiness, curled up reading, lost in far away and long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had asked for more books for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-969648066158890786?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/969648066158890786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=969648066158890786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/969648066158890786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/969648066158890786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/12/books.html' title='books.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5300108430096020939</id><published>2008-12-10T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:01:12.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;About a month or so ago, I was (very generously) given an Olympus OM-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/DSCF9881small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has sat in its pretty camera bag beneath my bed for that entire month, only emerging so that I can admire it. In all honesty, I'm a little frightened of using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/DSCF9883small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've never used a film SLR before and although it came with two or three rolls of film, I fear they may be unusabled due to the fact that they all say 'Process before 1984/1989' on the side of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/DSCF9886small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have one roll of black and white film (not featured in the pictures however) and I know for a fact that I won't find anywhere to develop it for me. But I don't know how to develop pictures myself. And having passed up A-Level Photography as useless and a waste of time, I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to learn/be able to afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/DSCF9884small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'd love to try out this camera, but I can't develop the pictures. So I'm pretty annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-5300108430096020939?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/5300108430096020939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=5300108430096020939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5300108430096020939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/5300108430096020939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-baby.html' title='my new baby.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3119233038989832789</id><published>2008-12-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:15:18.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn sensibility.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/glasselevator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have bought Vogue. but instead, I talked myself out of it because I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it and it's probably a frivolity I can do without at the moment. (applied for four jobs this week, but I'm not holding my breath..)&lt;br /&gt;then I saw these pictures and now I fully regret not having just thought 'the hell with it' and bought the thing anyway. along with those Dr Martens that were half (!) off. stupid brain, I should listen to you less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/greengrasshopper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq141/arkay92/bygolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3119233038989832789?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3119233038989832789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3119233038989832789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3119233038989832789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3119233038989832789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-sensibility.html' title='damn sensibility.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-8621598093580939627</id><published>2008-11-26T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:49:45.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postsecret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood on my wireless adapter so I have no internet access right now. on the plus side, blogspot isn't weird on the family computer. on the minus side, everything is soooooo slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, was anyone else slightly disappointed by last sunday's postsecret blog? I know it's a little late to comment now but the above circumstances explain why I never mentioned this earlier in the week. I usually read postsecret on sundays before I do anything else, so that I feel a little bit more enlightened and positive about things, especially since I hate sundays so anything that makes them seem better is welcomed with open arms. but last week, I was really disappointed and read the entire blog without once feeling any sort of connection to a secret or really feeling anything...at all.&lt;br /&gt;this makes me kind of sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-8621598093580939627?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/8621598093580939627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=8621598093580939627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8621598093580939627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/8621598093580939627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/11/postsecret.html' title='postsecret.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-1020601099486016510</id><published>2008-11-17T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:59:35.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;if you wanted to know why I've been absent, it's because whenever I sign into blogspot on my stupid computer it doesn't show the icons on the 'Create a post' screen. so it's kind of annoying. and I have no idea why it's doing this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;also I was watching Gilmore Girls today and I hate Logan so much. he should just disappear. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-1020601099486016510?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/1020601099486016510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=1020601099486016510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1020601099486016510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/1020601099486016510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/11/absence.html' title='absence.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-3142000148535690297</id><published>2008-10-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:34:30.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-blog deleted-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-3142000148535690297?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/3142000148535690297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=3142000148535690297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3142000148535690297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/3142000148535690297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-tomorrow-is-halloween-and-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-2682129071156544269</id><published>2008-10-19T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:32:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recently/in future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things I have done recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I got a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;-applied for nearly 30 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;-got a maths tutor.&lt;br /&gt;-found the perfect non-prom-dress for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things I am doing soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-visiting sixth form evenings.&lt;br /&gt;-going to Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;-going to NJ.&lt;br /&gt;-sitting my mocks.&lt;br /&gt;-getting a job (fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;-buying my non-prom-dress for prom (fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SPuZPaETtbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LJaQjPBp-7k/s1600-h/brighton+huts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SPuZPaETtbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LJaQjPBp-7k/s320/brighton+huts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258965479859664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 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future.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVVCwwRAW_s/SPuZPaETtbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LJaQjPBp-7k/s72-c/brighton+huts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-5021281806268539810</id><published>2008-10-04T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:20:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have some joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;courtesy of StumbleUpon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently installed StumbleUpon and what a nifty little tool it is! my favourite of all the wonderful things it has shown me so far have be &lt;a href="http://www.itsawonderfulinternet.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://billychasen.com/clock/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-7054228189698039538?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/7054228189698039538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=7054228189698039538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7054228189698039538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/7054228189698039538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-stumble.html' title='I heart Stumble.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1609960668107153928.post-65690614542421562</id><published>2008-09-26T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:10:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>troublesome room/why I hate clutter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.tinypic.com/20a5hq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/20a5hq8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really despise unnecessary clutter, and my room is full of it. now, clutter is as clutter does but this is simply too much. I have nowhere to put anything, I cannot possibly fit another single item of clothing in my ancient, dilapidated wardrobe and my shoes lay strewn everywhere. it's driving me completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;on my desk alone is: a mug containing 11 pens, a pencil case containg a further 15 pens, speakers, one glove, cue cards, post-it notes, 2 mini notebooks, 2 badges,  2 SD  memory cards, a penny, GCSE science double award revision guide, GCSE mathematics revision guide, sketch book, organiser, tv remote, eye make up remover, empty water bottle, monitor, mobile phone, dice, blue-tac, large notebook, screwdriver, postcard, stationery, slim notepad, photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for a bedroom like in the IKEA catalogues, with cute chintzy curtains and a vast comfy bed with everything in its place and absolutely no old dirty shoes thrown all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1609960668107153928-65690614542421562?l=ahintofzest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/feeds/65690614542421562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1609960668107153928&amp;postID=65690614542421562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/65690614542421562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1609960668107153928/posts/default/65690614542421562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahintofzest.blogspot.com/2008/09/troublesome-roomwhy-i-hate-clutter.html' title='troublesome room/why I hate clutter.'/><author><name>Ms Periwinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15400781026671432029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IISnGJFg_2w/TyMsjSuGAUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAOWZaAeQyM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-22%2Bat%2B15.42%2B%25235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/20a5hq8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
