<?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-3413135</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:14:56.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Leap Of Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog. About Rhona - notepads at the ready.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105853878811871500</id><published>2003-07-18T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-18T14:33:08.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjourno from Italia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here since Tuesday and I am baking quite nicely. I am glad cos I found a net machine and I can post my adventures here - much to the relief of my fans! A whole two of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way here we missed our flight from Paris CDG cos some asshole thought my bloody hair brush was a knife. Gawd he was such a rejected fool that he couldnae make it into the real police..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazing about in the sun but I have had a few annoying, sore, itchy midgie bites..and it is too hot to sleep. So hot, in fact that I have to go to sleep hugging a frozen bottle of water whilst having a fan on full power in my tiny room insie a tiny caravan crawling with ants..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105853878811871500?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105853878811871500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105853878811871500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105853878811871500' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105820325232433796</id><published>2003-07-14T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-14T17:20:52.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya folks! I'm going to Ca'Vasino(I think) in Italy tomorrow. For two whole weeks. So don't expect many posts from the Rhonz for two weeks. I'll try to post from the airport and if there is an internet cafe somewhere, I'll try and do that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back at half twelve in the afternoon not next Tuesday, but the Tuesday after that. So make an entry in your planners/diaries/phones/computers/whatnot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's supposed to call my mobile so I can meet him on the Lido de Jesolo. The Lido de Jesolo is a very very very very very very very long beach in Italy. I really want to see him so I can see if he has a tan and if not laugh at him. And hopefully some sex on the beach. Kidding, calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cammy - Hello to you, you make me do a sex wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, you attention seeking prat, I mentioned you. LOL ;) Also hiya to Ste, my holiday chum, who said he reads this. Damn all you people knowing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went up to Cammy's to give him Metal Gear Solid 2, and to say toodlepip. And attempt to play "Smash" - and fail miserably. I went to see Jenna as well, and we went and walked about to Alldays and back. It's been pretty hot today, but not as hot as in Liverpool where the heat is apparently so warm it makes you nearly pass out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear jeans all of today and it sucks because I have all my shorts and skirts and stuff for going on holiday and it's generally quite bugging. Because I'm too bloody warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excitied, the weather is supposed to be cloudy and really warm according to Teletext but according to FoxCast it is clear and 29 degrees. Please! Be sunny! I require a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all soon, Blog fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105820325232433796?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105820325232433796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105820325232433796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105820325232433796' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105796297502397792</id><published>2003-07-11T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-11T22:36:14.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You touched my hand, I knew you loved me then, I believe in you, I'd do anything just to find you, I have to be with you, to live, to breathe, you're taking over me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taking Over Me" by Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. They're the best band with a female vocalist in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say, except I'm going to Italy on Tuesday. Martin's been away for almost a week, but I've not missed him as much as I thought I would. Except..I have a bad feeling about this trip. I don't know what it is, but bad feelings wit me are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to carry Robbo home last night. He was pretty damn pissed, but he's my friend, and that's what friends do, I suppose. He kept telling me he loves me, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri's making a blog, so I'll post the address when it's...er..made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105796297502397792?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105796297502397792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105796297502397792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105796297502397792' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105662021531574915</id><published>2003-06-26T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-26T09:36:55.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Computing right now and I can see Martin doing P.E. from my window. God he is a mink when he runs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna says - I'm honoured 2 make my 1st appearance on Rhona's website. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..she sits next to me. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only jooooking! Ooomigawd Bruce is so annoying when he does that. He always is saying 'Only JOKING!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105662021531574915?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105662021531574915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105662021531574915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105662021531574915' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-385434220</id><published>2003-06-25T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-03T17:30:07.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is stupid. I wanna publish my writings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-385434220?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/385434220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/385434220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#385434220' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105648775019177820</id><published>2003-06-24T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-24T20:49:10.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm bouncing off the walls again, and I'm looking like a fool again, so take a picture and hang it up so you can tear me down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had such a pissy day. It's just one of those days were all sorts of wee things go wrong and then there's just one thing that's really stupid but it's just too much. This last thing pushes you over the edge and puts you on the edge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can be as stupid as stupid retards forgetting to phone. Ah, Racheal, like I said, dumb guys, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105648775019177820?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105648775019177820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105648775019177820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105648775019177820' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105595879714964089</id><published>2003-06-18T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-18T18:02:12.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/rhona222/maguys.jpg"&gt;Awww. Look at Douglas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ma guys ~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left, Cameron, Dougie, Martin and Woody. Hey - that's also alphabetical order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, Martin wants me to go and see 2Fast 2Furious on Friday with Ross Blainey and his g/f Julie. I don't want to go. First Fast and Furious was utter pants. Sequels are normally pantsier than the originals. 2Fast 2Furious = super pants. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105595879714964089?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105595879714964089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105595879714964089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105595879714964089' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-105578271583305122</id><published>2003-06-16T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-16T16:58:35.830Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya! I love my 3rd year timetable. My registration/English class is pretty decent, after my original dismay of the people in it. David McMurdo, he's ok, as are Bruce and Stuart. DC's cool, and so is Gary. Amy, Ashley, Joanne and Carolyn are pretty nice too. Ross Torrance and Tindle are probably my best friends in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my teachers are decent. Mrs. Boyd is a cow though. She told me, in GERMAN to not look out the window and I was just like, 'what?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at A.F.I on Tuesday and they were stingy! No plecks or drumsticks thrown into the crowd. Apart from that the atmosphere was great and the band themselves were great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-105578271583305122?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105578271583305122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/105578271583305122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105578271583305122' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-95552818</id><published>2003-06-11T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-11T15:48:17.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. Mr. Parker has a funny voice.. Experiment Boiy. It's experiment b. BEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-95552818?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/95552818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/95552818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95552818' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94950947</id><published>2003-05-27T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-27T18:38:32.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1052781313_iz3trinity.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Trinity-"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."&lt;br&gt;Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimate&lt;br&gt;heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Matrix%20Persona%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Matrix Persona Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94950947?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94950947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94950947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94950947' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94933589</id><published>2003-05-27T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-27T10:16:14.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For someone - Please wake up. I need to know what's happened. I need to know what's upsetting you so I can be there to help you. Please call. Please wake up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's numbing sitting here wishing you would wake up. I feel helpless but I need to help you through whatever is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94933589?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94933589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94933589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94933589' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94650144</id><published>2003-05-20T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:41:33.190Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I've always hated and depised - hypocrites. You know what I am - a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my most honest post ever. I'm really pretty annoyed at the moment. I'm shaking and I don't understand why. Well I sort of understand but it's so fucking stupid. I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SO PETTY! Why am I annoyed at Martin for going to Stevens to get pished? I actually feel so shit right now it's overwhelming. I feel so stupid and I hate feeling so stupid and &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; so stupid. I'm a stupid jealous mad freaky bitch thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared and I'm sad and I'm angry and I just feel so helpless. It feels like everyone's having more fun than me and everyone's just so much happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94650144?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94650144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94650144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94650144' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94406746</id><published>2003-05-15T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-15T19:38:42.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyfriends. Aren't they useless. Anything they can do it you can do it yourself. Take Martin, mister I'll be back in five minutes, fifteen later he ain't there. Tells me to call, hmm..he decides to go on the net. Er..excuse me? Apparently he can't see me talking to him because the computer is hiding the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless. Trying to tell me something, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94406746?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94406746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94406746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94406746' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94334966</id><published>2003-05-14T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:08:40.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It turns out Martin refuses to shag Jamie Kerr because he is a 'mink' and he doesn't shag minks. Right then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed a big ass English test - easily, of course! ;) Hey, it's me, I have a 'flair for writing' - ja? Mwaha - the melted goose was tellin me to basically copy an essay I had already done..I was like 'VERPISS DICH, THIS ESSAY IS MINE!' Of course, I didn't say that, because saying fuck off in German to a teacher isn't exactly the way to avoid getting a punishment exercise. He's a bit of a twat, really. Everyone in the class, particularly me, Cam, Jamie, John and Greg are on their 1000000000000th 'very final absolute last warning'. What's the point? Anyways, he made me do a test I had ALREADY done - in true melted goose style. (Note to Cammy - "QUACK QUACK I'M MELTING! Wait...does a goose go 'quack'? I must find out, but first, a HOTDOG!" XD) Stupid Level F Reading which I must have done about 100000000000000000000 times. It's just getting bloody easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a French test which was piss easy. And Andy Beacom nearly broke my nose, thumbs up to him! :) Responsible fifth year, or what? He pretended to high kick me, and his shoe came right off and smacked me full force on my nose. Excellent, and thank you, cos I got to miss some school today to check my nose at the doctor's. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Valkenburg soon, but I don't think Campbell-chen is going for reasons which all people that goes to my school knows about..puff puff. *sobsobcry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFI soon too, and timetable change! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94334966?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94334966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94334966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94334966' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-94287619</id><published>2003-05-13T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-13T21:08:00.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Martin Gay Chronicles : Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 'Mwaha...' and Steven is 'why should I care?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, y?&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;cos he is very gay?&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno , i mean i no he aint gay or wotever but its really frteaky annoyin all the things he dus u no wot i mean!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;he's cut down on the gay jokes. ppl have been telling him it's harsh on me&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;instead he's bein calling me a retard&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;i no he doin it as much now!r u scared of them?&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;y? im not but annoyed at them bcoxz he always did them!&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm also scared by the joint gayness of him AND jamie kerr&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt; i feel unloved cos of gay jokes  &lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;i no!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;so freaky!!&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;im worried bout jamie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;homosexuality isn't a bad thing - just when it's your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;why should I care? says:&lt;br /&gt;i no igot noowt againt gay ppl but.....&lt;br /&gt;Mwaha I must catch those villians...but first a HOTDOG! says:&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel very unloved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-94287619?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94287619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/94287619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94287619' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-93005932</id><published>2003-04-21T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-21T21:49:16.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD I MISS MARTIN! He left a message on my answering machine saying "The weather's good but I'm miserable..". Awww...bless 'im. LOL. I'll see him on Thursday or Friday, I guess that's not too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here in Houston, back to my own bed. Yay. Not much sign of el King of Fluffiness - Dexter though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-93005932?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/93005932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/93005932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93005932' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-92734297</id><published>2003-04-16T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-16T20:09:16.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hajo, everyone from sunny Salou it´s Rhona! These damn Spanish keyboards are damn freaky, everything is in confusing places and argh! It´s quite nice here though, I´m just back from the Hard Rock Cafe in Barcelona, where I bought a pretty red cap for Martin who I miss muchly and a cool black tank top. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sign on one of the toll booths that said "Retardado" and that was fairly amusing. Mon pere and I were laughing at a balloon that was at the top of a cathedrale that had signs all over saying "This is a house of god you must respect it as such. No laughing, don´t speak loudly..etc." It was a nice pink butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the rooms have the greatest goddamn channel on Earth - MTV Deutschlaaaaaaaaaaand! Woohoo. It plays more metal and stuff than MTV UK and even MTV2! It shows HIM, Rammstein, Placebo and more. I love it. All the programmes are in English too, with German subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be back next Tuesday but I should be able to post before then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-92734297?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92734297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92734297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92734297' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-92477041</id><published>2003-04-12T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-12T08:57:06.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying..again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-92477041?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92477041' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-92476997</id><published>2003-04-12T08:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-12T08:55:26.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAH STUPID EVIL BLOGGER NO SHOW ICON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H7&gt;GODVERDAMMIT!&lt;/H7&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, oui. Yesterday was pretty good, also since it was the last day before the Easter Hols. In Social Ed we were throwing a tub of Vaseline around and wondering what we could use it for..O.O! French, Mrs Black just walks out and doesn't come back so we yell and shout stuff around the class. Music, we watched Amadeus(sp?) which is a stupid film about Mozart and it is really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was purdy good - Rozy, Murray, Cammy, Ross, Jenni and I were sitting around a table and we got so bored, we started making orgasm noises. Everyone else just did normal noises til it got to me and I just yelled "Yay!". Mr. McGahan is such a plank he didn't notice...RETARD! x.x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was good, we watched Peter Pan for a bit, Mrs. Milne gave us into trouble and Mrs. G and Miss Kirk were making us all laugh as usual, Lewis threw a sweet to me, after much pestering on my part, then I dropped it. Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see much of M in school yesterday, rarely do now. -.- But we went to see Johnny English at the Showcase. It's pretty funny but it's not that good - but as Marty himself would say "It's not what you go to see, it's who you go to see it with!". Weird boy. Anyway he came to mine and watched the odd video Murray gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-92476997?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92476997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92476997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92476997' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-92366740</id><published>2003-04-10T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:00:27.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Yay for Martin! The very large yet very huggable, squidgeable, proddable and everythingable violence man. Indeed. I like to be strange and odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr McGahan and his goddamn 'RHONA HAS A FLAIR FOR WRITING EVERYBODY! EVERYONE MUST KNOW THIS BECAUSE I AM FAT AND I CAN COUNT TO TWO, AREN'T I SMART?" Gah. I like him being nice to me and complimenting me and everything, but this is just cringeworthy stuff. Bloody 'ell, favouritism or what. I had to sit and do jack shit work and not talk because I took some kind of effort and did my essay on 'Lamb to the Slaughter' at home. WHY!? Why reward effort with boredom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my handwritten unfinished version I started writing rubbish like 'but MUFF came down to Planet Earth and said 'Mr. McGahan are you going to take my work in or shall I eat it'. Rhona is indeed very bored and she is writing nonsense on her English essay to show to Cameron. A ladybird landed on my head so I squished and it got stuck in my hair. I tried to wash it out with peanut butter and jam but that made it sticky and funny smelling(bad grammar). In the end I cut all my hair off and I was bald and smelly like a sea bass.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today we watched Mrs Gillen in Supermarket Sweep, and Every Second Counts. Both of these are rather sad game shows from the early nineties, and it was quite laughable watching Mrs G in them. At least she was brave enough to bring them in XD. In one of them it looked like she was wearing pajamas. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell asleep during the piano solo in the easter assembly. My god it was so religious and shite. I need to blow my nose and I just wanted the hell out of the theatre....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-92366740?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92366740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92366740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92366740' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-92156950</id><published>2003-04-07T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-07T16:22:51.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, what do you know, Ross and Natalie are going out! Wow! This is actually pretty damn good, if you ask me. Two of my best friends, and Ross seems to be pretty damn happy about this. We were having a conversation about hickeys and REAL kissing, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None of this peck on the cheek crap! Straight in there, tongues and without saliva all over the place." Has to be said I agree with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-92156950?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92156950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/92156950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92156950' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-91860643</id><published>2003-04-02T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-02T19:18:50.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Life is boring, and my boyfriend doesn't seem to have time for me anymore. Sob sob boo. I think I've just realised how dependant I am on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-91860643?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91860643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91860643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91860643' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-91767839</id><published>2003-04-01T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-01T11:49:18.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents night is tonight. I have appointments with Mr. McGahan, (or is it Mr. McGann, I don't know!) Mr. Graham, Mrs. Robertson, Mrs. Black(meep) and surely someone else but I can't think right now. I'll probably do good, unless something has happened which I don't know about. It'll be ok, because I always do good. Don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I feel so sick. I've been off school yesterday, and I'm going back today at lunch time. I have to sit through English and Maths. What's the point of going in for two periods, I ask? Jenna's got a virus, but she sounds much worse than me. Get better honey! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murph, murph. I'm going to edit my template, and maybe post later, since Blogger is a being a bitch and publishing isn't working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-91767839?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91767839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91767839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91767839' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-91352570</id><published>2003-03-25T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-25T16:26:01.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh. I don't have much to say, except I am facing a v.difficult task. PICKING MY OPTIONS! Scary, no? I HAVE had it all planned it out since the start of my first year of High School, but, now that it is crunch time I have not a fucking clue! Scheisse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columns A, B, C are sorted - English, French, and the loathed Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Columns D and E - Chemisty and History, almost definetely. &lt;br /&gt;Column F is a harder decision - A choice between Computing and Physics. Physics I have zero interest or motivation for it and I don't want to do two sciences. My parents seem to think I HAVE TO DO 2 SCIENCES...&lt;br /&gt;Column G doesn't matter. I might take Art because I don't like the Music department in my school.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we come to dreaded Column H. Ah, German or Business Management. Well, it depends on Column F really. If I pick Computing, I'll pick German, otherwise I may pick Business Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teachers are giving us mixed messages, and it is a right pain! &gt;&lt;; Mr. Graham is all like "it's sooo important" and others think it doesn't matter too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I was at Finch on Friday night! Yay! It was good, but not as fantastically blow you away amazing as Taproot. The best song was "3 Simple Words", which Teri recorded and you can hear me and her singing. That song is brilliant, download it now, fools! I lost Martin very quickly and he doesn't know what I got up to. Mwaha! (Only joking! I'm a good girl) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed me colours(drinkwise) and I felt sick, so I had to rely on a total stranger called Alan to pick me up if I fell. He had a six-pack and a tattoo, but he was a bit lankyish. Eventually I saw Robin and I was so goddamn happy! :) Yaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! There was a rumour (see &lt;a href="http://www.herzeleid.com"&gt;Herzeleid.com&lt;/a&gt;) that those damn sexy gods Rammstein were splitting up. Thank the father, the son and the holy shit that it wasn't true. I thought my life had ended for one brief moment there. &gt;:( FUCK ALL RUMOURS BIG AND SMALL THEY BRING PAIN AND SADNESS  TO MY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you like art, check out &lt;a href="http://www.helnwein.com"&gt;Gottfried Helnwein&lt;/a&gt;. He is a modernist and he's worked with the Rolling Stones, Marilyn Manson, Andy Warhol, and of course the wonderful R+. I've just done an Art Report on the artist of my choice, and my choice was him. His work is pretty disturbing at times, and it's not for everyone. For those not easily offended, check out "Ninth November Night".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-91352570?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91352570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/91352570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91352570' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-90653099</id><published>2003-03-13T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-13T16:38:51.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Long time no post. Here's the general jist of things at the moment; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is still Rhona, and me and Martin are still going strong. (Ah, all is well in paradise...) Julie(Martin's wee sister) is now saying I have fucked Martin, when I have not. That would make me the first person to lose my virginity in our year when it is her! Unless her and David McMurdo are making it up, which could be true. I don't know. Jie said it was true but was he right there with them? I doubt it muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell and I have become pretty good friends recently - I like talking to him about the problems I have with Martin. He doesn't exactly give the best advice but it is nice to have someone who will listen to you about that kind of stuff, even if it is pointless cause I usually forget about it the next day, or Martin wouldn't listen anyway! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a cool new skirt as well and it is black and short, with mad zips on the side. A lot of people seem to like it, and have been commenting on it. :) Mostly guys, but hey what do you expect, ja? I cannae be buggered writing any more, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-90653099?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/90653099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/90653099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90653099' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-88869769</id><published>2003-02-10T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-10T21:03:15.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold font is me, normal is Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;..i'm gonnae batter that gayboy chrissy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;so is calun&lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;calum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;..me and calum can double team him&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;"HAW U GAYBOY GET UR HANDS OFF MA BITCH"&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;..hee&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;that would be funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;I sound homophobic..i'm not actually its just i'm not used to boys hittin on my b/fs its not exactly an everyday occurance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;true &lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;u didnt anything when we went out and martin hit on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i was angry inside&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks sometimes, friendships turn to lies, a hatred in disguise it brings tears to my eyes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why i kick him every so often coz i'm still angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out, go on just leave it just leave, get outta town says:&lt;br /&gt;thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-88869769?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88869769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88869769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88869769' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-88538828</id><published>2003-02-04T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:09:48.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Micheal Jackson documentary is the source of us missing a lot of dreaded maths time because we were having a debate about if it's ok for the Jacko Freako to have his sons sleeping in his bed. Personally, I think not many people would let their kids spend a night in Micheal Jackson's bed, but each to his own, I guess. Besides, Michael Jackson needs some serious help because he is disturbed, kids or no kids. And he's a hypocrite...(Doesn't matter if you're black or white, eh?)I hate hypocrites. I could name one but it might hurt their little bittle feelings if they read it here, so I don't think I will. They probably know who they are, and there is lots of things I like about them, but the fact they have the cheek to accuse me of doing things they themselves are guilty of, just well, pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Sum 41 last night and I went crowdsurfing for the first time. Actually I went three times, and once I got thrown a metre or so over the crowd, then I almost fell and a guy picked me up. Jamie Kerr, Brett, Skeet, Natalie and this guy called John, who is Natalie's friend were there. John is really cool, and he's insane. The bands weren't that great, particularly the Mighty Mighty Bosstones who were kind of shit. American Hi-Fi were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really snowy the past 2 days here, which means it is really slippery trying to walk around. I was running down to the chippy and my foot sunk in a load of mud. Thanks to Martin who had detention so we had to run. I decided not to go to the chippy and to head back across the snowy pitch where Jon Don pelted me with snowballs. What's that I hear you ask? What happened to Rhona's muddy feet? Do not fear for my poor little feet for I had clean PE trainers to wear! Yay! My manky trainers are mankifying my locker so I need to take them home tomorrow after the joke that is the Senior Band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-88538828?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88538828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88538828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88538828' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-88104980</id><published>2003-01-27T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-27T17:24:04.553Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My punishment exercise on ''The purpose of homework diaries and the importance of using them correctly". Thanks Mr O'Neill. :P Here it is anyway, for your entertainment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need our homework diaries to note down our homework in each of our different subjects in case we forget, because our teachers are too busy to remind us what our homework is and when it is to be handed in by. Another important function(ha, fancy words!) is our timetables. We write down our timetables in the allocated space(LOL!) so that if we lose our first timetable given to us at the start of the year we have one..bla..bla..bla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift. Today was good apart from that, so yeah. Cammy will be in trouble more than me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-88104980?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88104980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88104980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88104980' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-88006927</id><published>2003-01-25T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-25T15:28:31.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard the new Eminem song, 'Sing For The Moment', download it. It is absolutely amazing. Eminem is the only rapper that I like, and this is his best song. I heard it on MTV2 and it just rocks. :D So much better than that garage rock crap or dance shit. ''Or for everyone that's ever been through shit in their lives, the sit and they cry at night and wish they would die, so they throw on a rap record...'' I love that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to the Cathouse with Martin, Campbell, J and probably Teri. But until then, I need to sit bored on my ass. Also, I'm v.tired and that sucks. Hopefully I'll get some decent sleep this weekend, and not be tired all of next week. I was completely lethargic for most of last week, and I could only JUST bring myself to get out of bed. Yay! Also, my dad's going away tomorrow, so I won't be able to use his laptop. I will actually miss him, not just his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm so bored today, I entered a Kerrang! Competition to win a signed copy of InMe's debut album, Overgrown Eden, and Dave McPherson's signed geetar. I better bloody win. I want a goddamn signed album signed by Joe Morgan. :) Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-88006927?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88006927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/88006927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88006927' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87962801</id><published>2003-01-24T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-24T16:39:50.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Blogger. Just when you're typing a reeaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllly long post that is really long. The whole internet cuts off. I don't quite know what that has to do with Blogger but I'll blame it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Taproot was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Seriously, everyone should have seen them. The atmosphere was amazing, the support band were brilliant, Taproot themselves were super brilliant, the singer was funny and all the guys around me made sure I didn't get dehydrated, fall over or get crushed. I loved it. Pulse Ultra, who were supporting were really good, and I met their singer. Hopefully I will be able to buy their album, but I've forgotten what it's called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was near the front, so I probably got good photos, so I'll post them here. Martin wasn't allowed to go because the "gig was on a weeknight". Oh no! Would ickle baby Marty not be able to think the next morning? It's actually a real shame, because it was the best gig I have ever been to. Sorry to Rammstein, who are still my number 1 fellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has also been pretty good for the past few days. Martin is giving me lots of hugs and kisses and stuff, our teachers are being nice to us, a few people I have not talked to in a while are all of a sudden talking to me, and just generally I've had a good time this week. Which is a nice change from the evilness of last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing bugging me is people keep fucking whining about this and that, and I'm having a good time for once. No I don't care, and second of all I'm going to make it worse by being all happy and cheery because my life is so goddamn great at the moment, thirdly, you're just annoying me, and I'm going to yell at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87962801?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87962801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87962801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87962801' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87792129</id><published>2003-01-21T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-21T17:50:38.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evil Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87792129?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87792129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87792129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87792129' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87792037</id><published>2003-01-21T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-21T17:48:22.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taproot tommorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87792037?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87792037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87792037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87792037' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87791843</id><published>2003-01-21T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-23T17:26:26.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rhonaistkool/fatboyandugly.jpg"&gt;Martin and Tindle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did say I'd post some piccies from InMe(Note: I had another piccy but it's not working. I'll post it with the Taproot piccies. 23/01/03). I don't really like what Martin's wearing here, but what am I gonna do. It glows in the dark, actually and it is kinda scary. But admit, he is bootiful. There MARTIN, YA HAPPY!? I would put up a picture of me, but there are no nice ones. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring, except we set things on fire in the labs, and I had a Valkenburg meeting today, telling us the same things they did last year. Which was kinda crappy for me, since I am lucky enough to go 2 years in a row. Ha ha Cameron! XP They gave us a wee book that told us about HIV/AIDS and rabies. Martin, I think they're hinting at you, you whore. (I know how seriously you take everything, but you probably can't get on the net, but anyways, I loff you. I mean love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should phone Jenna, and tell her I can't go round and see her because I need to go Braehead and get a button for my trousers and er..get a passport photo for my collective passyporty thingy that I need for Valkenburger. I am a Valkenburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87791843?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87791843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87791843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87791843' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87737426</id><published>2003-01-20T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-20T18:05:04.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, continuing. I got lots of hugs...yay! I gave Campbell his keyring and I think he was pleased with it. ^_^  Ok, that's it really. Except I fell out with Jenna for no reason really, but she phoned after school and everything's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence Against Big Eared People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HyperMeowMix:  But there's this wee guy who always butts in when I'm talking to him and he has big ears so I am planning to grab him by the ears and throw him into a wall. &lt;br /&gt;HyperMeowMix:  ..fun &lt;br /&gt;c h i b i  s i n:  Excellent. Then tear them off and shove them down his throat. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;HyperMeowMix:  I love you, you know that. You are an endless source of violent fun. ^_- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a survey thing, stolen from Sin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Music/TV/Film/Books --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite band? Nine Inch Nails, Rammstein, Taproot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most listened to bands: Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, InMe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find any musicians good-looking?: Richard Z Kruspe Bernstein, Joe Morgan, Dave McPherson, Trent Reznor, Christoph Schneider, Stephen Richards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play an instrument?: French Horn and Geetar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of music most listened to?: Industrial/Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type never listened to?: Eurodance. Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write in cursive or print?: I print messily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lefty or a righty?: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What piercings do you have?: Ears.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive?: ..no..but when I do, clear the roads, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glasses or braces?: Contacts. Glasses suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body?: My hands. All cute and small..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: Everything else, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have?: One, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking?: *shrug* Not really, but what does it matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: Only a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you look like any celebrities?: WTF.. sometimes people say I look like Avril Lavinge. One person said Nicole Kidman. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- General Questions --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whom do you believe is the smartest man alive at the moment?: Not you, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?: Sunny, I always feel happy on sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you consider yourself lucky?: wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?: That's weak. I have no sympathy, and it's selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you own any plaid clothing?: ..plaid. Do you mean tartan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you own Converse shoes?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own Saucony shoes?: Olly does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you own old school Nikes?: Nay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wear tight pants? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there more than one zipper in your pants?: No I have evil button flies instead that are annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know what a squatter flap is?: A toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you own a messenger bag?: wtf is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you wear your messenger bag across your chest?:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you own braces?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are braces worn anywhere besides the mouth?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have short, shaggy hair?: My hair is down to my bra strap. Sexiest hair length in the world, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches?: COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon?: When in pigtails, I nearly knocked myself out. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think mohawks are "neat"?: No. They're messy and groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is your hair black or red?: Neither. It's blond, fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye?: Mmm none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own a bandana?: One, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you wear plugs in your ears?: No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you amused by safety pins?: Stab stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you own one or more objects with studs or spikes in them?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own one or more articles of clothing from Dogpile, Lip Service, or Tiger of London?: A couple of Lip Service stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you enjoy leopard print?: um.. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habits/beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you disgruntled (having a general hate for everything)?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you an anarchist?: I only want anarchy for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Does the American flag anger you?: DIE BUSH DIE, DIE BUSH DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you "working class"?: I don't work, and I don't have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you dislike "preps"?: If they're nice to me, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you dislike Hot Topic?: Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you smoke cigarettes?: No, it's digusting, makes you age, makes you smell, takes years off your life. I could go on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you smoke cloves?: I ate one. It was on a ham and I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you vegan/vegetarian?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you think meat is murder?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do your nighttime activites usually involve drunken underage vomiting?: Drunken, no. If I go to McDonald's - underage vomiting aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever slept in an alley or park?: I WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you wash your hair less than once a week?: UMMM.. I wash it everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever gone a week without a shower?: Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been avoided due to your odor?: hehhh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Should Mumia Abu-jamal be freed from prison?: WHO THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you a member of the Makeout Club?: Makeout..I like to make out with Martin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you say "rad"?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you say "rockin'"?: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you say punk "rawk"?: EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you shout the word "oi"?: As in ''Oi you PERRY YOU NED!"? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you say "punk's not dead"?: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you say "punk is dead"?: Yes. I like to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you like bands with "."? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like bands with "theory" in their name?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like bands with "the"?: NO. They all should burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you ever precede your own name with "the" at the beginning?: Yes the Rhona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you like bands with the F word in their name or album title?: ..Don't know any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are Blink 182 fans "posers"?: Not really, if they like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you have frequent debates over what exactly constitutes a sellout?: No. Used to. But hey, people need to eat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Have you ever brought the headlining band food?: I would.. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have show flyers affixed to your walls?: Yep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Religion --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you detest religion?: Parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you think this universe was formed?: I don't know, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you currently follow a religion, do you think people who belong to another religion are ignorant?: Well i don'y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were in a hostage situation, and you were given a choice, to either praise the demon they follow or die, what would you choose?: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own?: A few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: Red, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most expensive item of clothing?: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe your style in one word: Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Friends --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Do your friends 'know' you?: Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: Not really. You love me or hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many people do you tell everything to?: About two.. Martin, Cammy..oh and Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Homosexuality --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?: Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you detest homosexuality?: Just Chrissy...lol. Hitting on my boyfriend, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you agree or disagree with gay or lesbian couples bringing up children?: They might get teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it tomorrow?: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to talk to?: Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to go?: Living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be when you graduate?: UH.. 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wanna be?: Rock star..failing that, journalist would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your dreams?: HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in 25 years?: dead, most likely. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ have you ever ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank?: A bit.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked?: No&lt;br /&gt;Had sex?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen?: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Done anything illegal?: XD Mebbe...&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to die?: Yes, but I'd never do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Hit someone?: Often :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87737426?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87737426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87737426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87737426' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87735753</id><published>2003-01-20T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-20T17:27:34.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Jenna, who is reading this the now. Isn't this layout so goddamn pretty? Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, InMe was brilliant, but there was a support band called Quarantine who were absolutely amazing before them. Go and download their music because they are a bootiful Scottish band who are just wonderful.  I saw Joe Morgan, but I didn't meet him. :( However, I must've got good pictures because Martin being nice and big and tall and strong lifted me over the heads of the crowd. And I took pictures of Joe and Dave. But not Simon. Because he is an ugly drummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned J and Cameron from the Garage, so they could hear the greatness that is ''Firefly". I also phoned Olly and Jenna but they didn't pick up. El stupido! With my measly 5 quid I bought poor Campbell a keyring because he likes InMe a lot, but he was broke, so he couldn't go. I bet I know what he spent it on....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin dyed his hair purple, which was odd, but it looked ok, and Tindle had his hair in spikes. I, being the non-threatening little 5'3'' person that I am, put my hair in pigtails. Which made me look about 3, or apparently(according to Oliver and Cammy), like a Swedish porn star. The difference being, I can make porn, Swedes can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually quite a good day, since no-one interfered between Martin and moi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later, but I must eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87735753?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87735753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87735753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87735753' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87685833</id><published>2003-01-19T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-19T17:46:26.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PUBLISH! DAMNIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87685833?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87685833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87685833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87685833' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87685797</id><published>2003-01-19T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-19T17:45:22.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do yourself a favour and keep as far away from the crowd or noisy places as you can for you sanity's sake. You're not really in the mood to go out; you'd rather stay shut behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope for the day. That's absolutely fanfuckingtastic, considering the fact I am going to a gig tonight. Can't wait for InMe. I better meet Joe Morgan. I'm gonna take piccies, so I'll scan them for you, oh people who love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87685797?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87685797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87685797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87685797' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87684923</id><published>2003-01-19T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-19T17:18:17.023Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at ME! LOOK AT RICHARD! LOOK AT IT! IT IS GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87684923?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87684923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87684923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87684923' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87680410</id><published>2003-01-19T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-19T14:45:33.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://217.31.128.177/major/inme/photos/photo.asp?photo=Joe1.jpg"&gt;http://217.31.128.177/major/inme/photos/photo.asp?photo=Joe1.jpg&lt;/a&gt; Here you go. Joe Morgan. The shag, from InMe. Go look at his sexy face right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87680410?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87680410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87680410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87680410' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87675882</id><published>2003-01-19T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-19T11:02:22.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the hell does he think he is? How come it's ok for Martin to kiss people on the neck and shit like that and when he sees me at the cinema, he hardly talks to me. You know why? Because I'm 'man-spotting'. CHEEKY FUCKING BASTARD! For a start, I'm not 'man-spotting'. I'm there to see a movie...duh. Secondly he knows I've only got eyes for him...except maybe a few celebrities, but that's Richard. He's 37..a little bit too old. Then he says he "has to go" and hangs around the top of the cinema for donkeys. But he probably doesn't know he's been a right dick, so depending how he behaves tonight, I'll leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, 8 Mile rocks. Eminem does a really good job of acting and Brittany Murphy does a good job too. She manages to make herself look like a right bitch. Which is the point. The soundtrack(although it is rap) is pretty good. There's also a really funny bit in it, when Rabbit and Future are singing - ''Jimmy lives at home with his mother, coz he ain't got no place to go. Now I'm right back in the gutter, with a garbage bag full of clothes, I live at home in a trailer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my layout is ready but I can't contact Sin because she's sleeping the now. And I think Fartin's coming over and I'm going to see InMe at 5pm, @ the garage with Tindle and Martin. If you can, download their songs, they're great, but they are British. Keep in mind, they are only..what..17? And their bassist is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not quite as good as Rammstein though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87675882?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87675882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87675882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87675882' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87489472</id><published>2003-01-15T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T19:22:31.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever seen someone you care about begin to really fuck themselves up? You know there's nothing you can do and you feel hopeless. They care about you too but they never have time for you anymore and they wouldn't listen anyway because all they think about is impressing people. They'll do whatever it takes to be popular, and they are just heading for trouble. You feel like its your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87489472?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87489472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87489472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87489472' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87489188</id><published>2003-01-15T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T19:15:52.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some American words of wisdom from Sin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c h i b i  s i n:  Listen. &lt;br /&gt; c h i b i  s i n:  Take a huge sluege hammer... &lt;br /&gt; c h i b i  s i n:  sledge* &lt;br /&gt; c h i b i  s i n:  and cave his head in with it &lt;br /&gt; HyperMeowMix:  rofl. that's your solution to everything &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87489188?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87489188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87489188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87489188' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87431018</id><published>2003-01-14T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-14T19:24:06.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Timmy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87431018?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87431018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87431018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87431018' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87430723</id><published>2003-01-14T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-14T19:18:12.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You make me cry. You make me want to cut myself into pieces. You make me wonder whether it's myself or you I should hate. You make me wonder why I keep letting myself get hurt. You make me wonder why I trusted you again. You make me wonder why things never went right. You didn't really want me. You make me cry. You make wonder what I did so wrong. You make me want to curl up into a ball and die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone figures out what the hell I am talking about screw you - even if you know me personally here's the lowdown. Rhona feel like shit. No talk about it. I am worthless. Someone else could have made better use of this life that I have. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87430723?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87430723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87430723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87430723' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87426006</id><published>2003-01-14T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-14T17:33:36.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kind of shite. I'm just back from school and I'm on my daddy's laptop. Heehee..Daddy! Anywaaaay, today was rather rubbish as I said. I got almost no hugs from Martin and he didn't put me down in the stupid fortune game. OK - so I put Richard down but I at least had the politeness to put him down. :P Arschloch. Ok, seriously I wouldn't get pissed off about that he's just been kind of weird lately. Uninterested might be a good word to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the shortness. Eh, Campbell kicked Woody up the ass and it was fucking hilarious. That was probably the best thing that happened today. I wrote "RK is hot on my hand because of boredom so Martin got jealous. I told him he's hot too but, noooooo, that's not good enough. Whingewhingewhinge. Well he should know I love him more than Richard and that I put him down on the fortune thing..:p Haaha I win the argument. With myself..teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87426006?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87426006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87426006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87426006' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87370047</id><published>2003-01-13T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T20:58:45.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. Mrs French is dead. She died on Friday the 27th of December and we have had a string of crappy English teachers since. I miss her muchly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87370047?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87370047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87370047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87370047' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-87369944</id><published>2003-01-13T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T20:56:32.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year Blog fans! I have begun to post again - this actually spawned because the oh-so wonderful and magical, the beautiful etc. Sin and I were talking about her blog's new location, and the layout. Somehow I am now getting my second free layout from her. I don't know how long she'll take to make it, but let's not push her, ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about it but I know Richard is in it, but I basically told her to have her la-de-da way with the picture. She'll make a damn good job though, knowing Sin. :D I'll put up a link to her blog when it's ready. It's good reading, I tell you that. Well her old blog was, but I'd expect more of the same crazy stuff here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I'm typing from my dad's laptop - that he just bought. I don't think he's very happy with it though - there was a better one he could have got and he bought this one on impulse and surprise, surprise he doesn't really like it. Pray he gives this laptop to me though because my PC is shit. All you people who read this should give me money in fact. Because I love you and provide you with hours of "entertainment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a lot of stuff happened. Me and Martin nearly broke up but didn't because "our relationship improves in the holidays". Then I didn't see him for much of the holidays. Spend a week crying because I think he doesn't give a scheisse. He does, and lots of hugs after that. All is fine, then Jenna says "MARTIN'S TWO-TIMING YOU!" and then I say "What the fuck?" and then it turns out he is always hugging this one girl who is cool and they are friends, so I didn't really care. Jenna and Lisa yell at Martin. Martin gets angry at me because I was laughing at Jenna being stupid. Blahblahblah. I am loved. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was all gibberish, and if you worked that out, you deserve a prize. Also Martin, my lovely, caring boyfriend managed to burn my nose with a lighter. Well done, stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-87369944?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87369944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/87369944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87369944' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-86043604</id><published>2002-12-15T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T20:34:25.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Shout out to Cameron. There - I mentioned you! Shout out to Brett - Merry Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 DAYS TIL XMAS! OH YEAH, OH YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-86043604?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/86043604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/86043604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86043604' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85915436</id><published>2002-12-12T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-12T22:41:47.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dance rawked! It started off kinda crappy, and got better. There was no point in me going with Richard Bibby, my good friend, since he disappeared quite quickly. I danced with quite a few people, such as David Kiyak, Bibby, Ross, Mr Strachan(!), but most of all Douglas. Which is suprising since at the last dance we spent the whole time flinging insults and avoiding each other. It's pretty weird when you think about it. It seems like only yesterday I dumped him for the stupidest reason ever, then we became the worst of enemies, and now we're back to friends. There wasn't a lot of people at the dance though. The best part was when Claire, John, Victoria, Pie, Douglas and me did a group dance and got most of it wrong - it was chaos I tell you! x_X;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last night, I spent six hours last night downloading a live "Mein Herz Brennt" by Rammstein video. It was so worth it though. "MHB" was the first song Rammstein played at that gig I'm sure you've all heard about if you've read this blog for long enough - May 14th, 2002, SECC, Glasgow - RAMMSTEIN LIVE! It almost recaptures that awesome feeling I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this- when your heroes finally reach that stage after waiting from hearing the concert being announced, through the car journey and the crappy support bands. The awesome feeling that feels like flying as you adjust to the fact that your heroes, your gods are only merely metres away from you. They are no longer just people on a screen, voices coming from a stereo or radio. It is at this point you fully realize that they are mortals too, if you know what I mean, and it takes a while to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear infection has cleared up. YAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mein Herz Brennt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85915436?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85915436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85915436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85915436' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85848935</id><published>2002-12-11T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T18:22:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second up is Martin. (Unexpected) Look, you can't take me bein friends with a guy who fancies me, and fair enough, occasionally pushes his luck. You are friends with girls like that - besides he had been around for me for ages. Anyway, I don't like it but I don't threaten to get anyone else to do anyone else in. Also you are heading down the BHB path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85848935?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85848935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85848935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85848935' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85848314</id><published>2002-12-11T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T18:09:26.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First on my hitlist - Graeme..this isn't one of anger..really. Look, she(you know who I'm talking about damnit) doesn't deserve you ok, I know it doesn't feel like that but she treats you like shit sometimes. You're my friend and you always make me laugh, you're a great guy and if she can't see that, I dunno what's up with her. There's plenty more pebbles on the beach, buddy, and it will probably take time to get over it. *BIG INTERNET HUG* Keep up the funniness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85848314?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85848314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85848314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85848314' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85795788</id><published>2002-12-10T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:21:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok apparently Jenna was "joking". Yes. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lash out at people...maybe later. No-one, even my closest friends are safe from my wrath because soon I will tell them all why they are seriously PISSING me off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guys, please, don't take it seriously because I love you all really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85795788?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85795788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85795788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85795788' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85544868</id><published>2002-12-05T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-05T17:08:53.020Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jenna has fallen out with me for no reason. All I did was tell her she was looking for a fight - which I do think was one hundred percent justified. She will blow up at me about nothing at least twice a week. She's forgotten all the good times now - like when we made that cake and the icing then the cake collapsed and we ate all the different coloured icings. Or recently, when we made the Richard and Rhona bears at the bear factory, and Richard had a pretty little tiara and wand - purely by accident too (very embarrasing). And that's only two of our best moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's saying our friendship isn't worth all the arguing. I think it is, but if she wants to let it all go into the shitter over something so stupid, let her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas in 20 days! Yay! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85544868?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85544868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85544868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85544868' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85225671</id><published>2002-11-28T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:41:25.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85225671?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85225671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85225671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85225671' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85223868</id><published>2002-11-28T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:44:13.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I don't care if I die tonight...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry lyrics. I am really depressed and I'm sick of it - mainly because I don't know why I'm depressed. I guess I just feel so hopeless again, and the worst thing is, no-one can really help me. But there is a good side to depression - I come up with song lyrics when I'm depressed. Still, I'd rather be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems nothing I do is good enough for anyone, and it doesn't matter how hard I try, something is holding me back and I'll always be just as good as anyone else at everything. And I just get the feeling that, at the moment, everyone hates me and so on and so forth. No-one really completely understands me, either, so I kinda feel all alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm guessing it's one of those temporary things that'll blow over in a month. So maybe I'll blast my brains out then.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85223868?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85223868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85223868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85223868' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85172748</id><published>2002-11-27T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-27T18:37:44.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meankitty.com/"&gt;Heehee..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I think I may have the flu - but I may just have the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85172748?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85172748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85172748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85172748' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85068761</id><published>2002-11-25T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-25T19:47:44.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the annual winter blues. I hate winter so much. Everyone's so depressing - and I am usually going out with someone at that time and I am actually happy. Oh well, what are ya gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot Celebrity Big Brother is on. They are all sooooooooo fucking boring. But its Big Brother - I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Science, I keep writing orgasm instead of organism and I keep having to use tipp-ex and it is really getting up my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85068761?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85068761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85068761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85068761' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85021325</id><published>2002-11-24T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-24T21:36:24.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1. &lt;i&gt;If you could only choose one cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?&lt;/i&gt; "Mutter" by Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;i&gt;If you could only choose two movies to watch ever again, what would they be?&lt;/i&gt; Moulin Rouge and Gladiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;i&gt;If you could only choose three books to read ever again, what would they be?&lt;/i&gt; Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets, Bloodtide and Eye In The Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;i&gt;If you could only choose four things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?&lt;/i&gt; Chicken Fajitas, Grilled Steak Real McCoys, BLT Baguettes, Irn-Bru(I'm such a fat carnivore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. &lt;i&gt;If you could only choose five people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?&lt;/i&gt; If you are left out don't be offended. Martin, my lovely boyfriend who I can talk to about anything, Jenna, my giggling idiot of a friend, Murray, simply because he's a laugh, Olly, he might drive me crazy after a while and my cous, someone who will be family as well as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85021325?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85021325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85021325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85021325' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-85021010</id><published>2002-11-24T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-24T21:27:27.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening. Roadrunner Roadrage was fantastic, by the way. I love the Garage cause I met about 6 people from Killswitch Engage, 36 Crazyfists and Five Point 0. They were all really cool and didn't seem to mind signing lots of autographs. I also got a Killswitch Engage t-shirt, even though Five Point 0 where the best band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see Taproot at the Garage, in January. Which means I will probably meet them which is great because they are the second best band in the world after Rammstein. I'm so happy, come on January 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aced all of my history tests, and my maths test, so that's good. I'm still going out with Martin, that's good. I have school tomorrow. That's bad. I have a guitar lesson tomorrow. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/tribute/"&gt;Skeletons do the YMCA.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't get your attention, I don't know what will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-85021010?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85021010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/85021010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85021010' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-84623334</id><published>2002-11-16T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-16T15:46:34.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ratemykitten.com/?kitten=12251"&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!&lt;/a&gt; This is the coolest invention ever..go and look! I love this site. It is amazing what you find on a boring Saturday afternoon. Actually looks like my kitty.&lt;a href="http://www.ratemykitten.com"&gt;Ratemykitten.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-84623334?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84623334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84623334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84623334' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-84618253</id><published>2002-11-16T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-16T11:54:25.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh by the way, XxX was brillant, if a little dumb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-84618253?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84618253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84618253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84618253' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-84618242</id><published>2002-11-16T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-16T11:53:48.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCKING J-LO! I have her song, "Jenny From The Block" stuck in my head. It has one of this annoying bling-bling tunes and it won't go away. Argh. Yes I have bought the amazing 3-part Feuer Frei! single. All 3 parts! There are some amazing covers and remixes on them. Yes I know, remixes can't be amazing? Oh yes they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff has happened but at the moment, I am goin to the Cathouse tonight, I am still going out with Martin, I am going to Roadrunner Roadrage next Friday, and Lisa is sick with the FLU! Dundundun! The weather here is much colder now - actually it's pretty nasty at the moment. I need to sleep with a hot water bottle. Oh yeah, Jenna is in Manchester seeing cool guy(apparently) Sid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Papa Roach, Murderdolls and Hell is For Heroes. Although no-one would like the Murderdolls unless they had Joey Jordison in them, they kicked Papa Roach's ass, and Hell is For Heroes. Hell is For Heroes had some kickass riffs in there. I didn't really see much of Papa Roach, but the last few song I heard (Infest, Between Angels and Insects and Time and Time Again) rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as Rammstein though. I might go and see Sum41, since I have decided to go to a lot more gigs now, and expand my horizons. Sum41 would be playing at the Braehead Arena which would be nice and convient for me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, roll on Roadrunner Roadrage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-84618242?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84618242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/84618242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84618242' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-83054846</id><published>2002-10-16T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-16T09:52:54.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok now, Blogger you decide to work. I tried to post this yesterday but it wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to apologize to these people for bitching about them here in this humble blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas - We fell out for ages, you know that. But we're finally friends again, and that's good because we have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;Martin - We all know how this ended. People said stuff about you, I believed it since I barely knew you at the time but I wuv you now so that is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin returns in 4 days. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-83054846?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/83054846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/83054846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83054846' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-83054639</id><published>2002-10-16T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-16T09:40:38.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaarrrrffffffff! Blogger damn you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-83054639?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/83054639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/83054639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83054639' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-82932285</id><published>2002-10-13T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-10-13T20:42:21.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! I have to spend a whole week without Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the October Week this week, and Martin is officially on holiday in Gran Canaria. Until next Monday, when we are going to finally see Triple X! With Rammstein. But as you guessed, I am very upset. Just shows how much I love him, right? Sometimes, I wish I didn't feel the way I do about him because it leaves me sad like this. But when I'm with him it is magical! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried yesterday and this morning when I was on the phone to him. He phoned tonight, and said - "I need to hear your voice one more time before I go.." which was very sweet of him, but as Cammy said, he IS a guy, so he's just trying to butter me up. I miss hugging him already and it hasn't even been away a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how Cammy feels about Mairi now, so I plan to stick with him this week, although today, I was with Jenna. She came round for me today because she knew I would be upset. I'm so glad I have friends like Cammy and Jenna, because even though if it is something silly they are really supportive and reassuring. They are always there to lend a friendly ear and to be shoulders to cry on, and I would do the same for them, anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to Glasgow to get some jeans and other things to keep myself amused. *overdramatic sigh* Och well, at least I don't have to see Madame Noir(Mrs Black to all you non-French people) for an entire week, whay-hey-hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be going to Londres(London) but the plane got delayed so we couldn't be bothered waiting around for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-82932285?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/82932285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/82932285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82932285' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-82100449</id><published>2002-09-25T16:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-25T16:27:58.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I am now officially one year older than when I last posted. It was ages ago, wasn't it? I have my guitar now, and in the 3 weeks I have had it, I can now play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ich Will&lt;br /&gt;2. Sonne&lt;br /&gt;3. Come As You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can semi-play 'Mutter' and 'Buck Dich'! Joy to the world. I'm still no Richard though :'(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One terrible thing happened last Friday..it was sad and scary. But it ended good for moi, mwahaha! I sorta guessed Teri fancied Martin for a while, and on Friday she took him away to speak to him &lt;H5&gt;&lt;B&gt;ALONE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/H5&gt;. I think I can't compete with Teri in the looks department, which I guess is true, so I lied to J and Kelvin and said I was going to Jenna's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset so I ran and I didn't realize where I was going so, being me, ran straight into them! &gt;&lt;; I was slightly, no VERY embarrased, but I kept running. This wasn't running, it was RUNNING...anyway Martin chased me and asked me what was wrong at the bridge. How stupid can you get? In two friendly words, I told him to fuck himself. Then I ran away to Jenna's and Martin kicked a lamp post in, being the friendly soul he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a to Jenna's, Lisa and Natalie and the Jen herself were being nice supportive lovely friends. When Lisa saw me crying, she started crying. I told them the story and then Ryan(Jenna's lil' bro) came in and said 'Rhona, scary people are looking for you.'. Teri had gone home at this point so I went out to talk to Martin and we made up. He said to me ''I'd never dump you for anyone else." SQUEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing is that I'm not mad at Teri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-82100449?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/82100449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/82100449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82100449' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-81094102</id><published>2002-09-03T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-03T16:01:15.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am 89% Goth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=104" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/104/4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;24-7 I am a freak. Every day is halloween. The creatures of the night fear me. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=104" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Goth Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-81094102?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81094102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81094102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81094102' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-81093914</id><published>2002-09-03T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-03T15:56:41.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am 87% Punk Rock&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=101" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/101/4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am PUNK AS FUCK! The model punk. I care not for anything. I kick ass, but probably smell really bad.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=101" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Punk Rock Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-81093914?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81093914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81093914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81093914' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-81093303</id><published>2002-09-03T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-03T15:42:31.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FEUER FREI! BANG BANG! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein's new video for Feuer Frei, the song in the movie Triple X is...kickass! Oh the fire! I like the song too, but the video! Goooooooood. Till kicks Flake's keyboard and the expression on poor Flakey's face is..er....hilarious. "Do not kick ze keyboard! Ze cost loads of money you know!" Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my birthday in two days. Count the days! TWO! Yaaaaaay! You must now all go out and buy me pressies. ^____~ I will apprieciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I was not well, which sucked ass - it was the most boring day of my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-81093303?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81093303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/81093303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81093303' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80958572</id><published>2002-08-31T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-31T15:17:35.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="200" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deathboy.co.uk/test"&gt; &lt;image src="http://www.ewtoo.org/~deathboy/test/dk7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 70% - 80% (PSYCHOTIC)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; HAHAHHA!?! 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Guitar in less than one week! Life is boring, life is sooooooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Black made us do French Homework twice..bitch. She's so annoying. Anyway, all my friends are fine. 'Cept Jenna, who got dumped by her boyfriend Gordon. Who actually deserved to be dumped &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;. He was calling her fat and a gingo and stuff. Some boyfriend, huh? Of course, Jenna has to make her mistakes. She really doesn't wanna go to school tomorrow. As my mum once said, she'll kiss a lot of frogs before she meets her prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy lines. Martin's still being dead nice and sweet..as usual. If a little whiney, but I wuv him anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein won a K Award for Best International Live Act, as they should've. I think Christoph was on the radio, but since it was radio, I couldn't tell. I guessed cos' of his happy gay German accent. I think Rammstein were pleased to win their award. And Alec Empire won one for 'Spirit of Indepence' which I guess means he's original. Well done to them! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Awards are on tomorrow at 11.30pm...I think. On Channel 4. And if you're American..you can go &lt;a href="http://www.kerrang.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80839537?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80839537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80839537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80839537' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80577257</id><published>2002-08-22T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-22T18:00:23.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have been back to school for 2 days and I have a full blown cold. Fantastical! It's Teri and Denise's birthday on Saturday! Shout out to them, plus a big hug, cos y'all know I'll forget quickly. ^_____^ It's my birthday in 2 weeks exactly! Another year gone by. So many memories. So many good, and so many bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I went out with Douglas last year, and that ended bad. I met Teri, Martin, Jaclyn, Caitlin, Kelvin etc. which was good. I got even closer to Cameron and Oliver which was good. Rozy became Public Enemy Number 1. I saw Rammstein, nearly caught Schneider's drumstick, and got really close to Paul. I went out with Campbell, and fell out with Brett. Finally, I went out with Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Martin, I've hardly spoken to him since we went back to school. ;.;() I have French tomorrow. Double ;.;(). Martin did his hair stuupid today though! Sorry to him if he manages to get on the net and reads this! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEE-HHHHEEEEEEEEEEE ~ Guitar in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with lyrics to my favourite song at the moment.."The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my head but my head is unravelling&lt;br /&gt;Cant keep control can't keep track of where it's travelling&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart but my heart's no good&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that's understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come along but I dont know where you're taking me&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky&lt;br /&gt;The more I give to you the more I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me hard when I'm all soft inside &lt;br /&gt;I see the truth when I'm all stupid-eyed&lt;br /&gt;The arrow goes straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without you everything just falls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood just wants to say hello to you&lt;br /&gt;My fears want to get inside of you&lt;br /&gt;My soul is so afraid to realize&lt;br /&gt;How very little good is left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;The perfect drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you everything just falls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as much fun to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80577257?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80577257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80577257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80577257' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80470517</id><published>2002-08-20T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-20T11:23:24.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loveeeeee you alllllll! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I go back to school tomorrow. And I have French first period. Fantastic. And I have a sore throat into the bargain. Hopefully I'll find out whether or not I get a locker! ^____^ But I'll see less of Martin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80470517?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80470517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80470517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80470517' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80393694</id><published>2002-08-18T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-20T11:23:51.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2 color=#CCCCCC&gt;If i was a serial killer i would be &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt; Jeffrey Dahmer&lt;/font color=#990000&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The psycho killer of the 90's, Jeffery dahmer abducted, drugged, sodomized, tortured, murdered and devoured his young male victims one at a time. After receiving calls of a rancid stench emanating from dahmers apartment, investigators found the decomposing remains of over 12 young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahmer would drug his victims, then proceed to drill a hole in their head, inserting acid into the brain, keeping the body alive but killing all other functions. he called them his "sex zombies". After the body would die, he would then proceed to mutilate and pose the body, taking pictures, and cooking and eating what was left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill count: 12-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/killerquiz.htm"&gt;Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80393694?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80393694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80393694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80393694' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80369185</id><published>2002-08-17T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-17T21:55:30.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to all my faithful readers for not posting in a while! Tonight I was at an alternative music club, called The Cathouse. I got in because there is an under-18's night every Saturday, called Voodoo. There are two floors. Level 1 is Punk and Ska, and Level 2 is Metal and Nu-Metal. I spent most of my time on Level 1 with Cameron. They played Slipknot and stuff on Level 2 when I wanted to hear Rammstein, Black Sabbath, Murderdolls etc. Here's a run-through of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all my make-up and stuff, then went to Martin's. Teri, Jaclyn, Caitlin and Cameron were there too. We got the train to Glasgow Central, and met Martin's cousin, and friend. One of their names was Julie, I think, but I didn't really care to be honest. e.e; Me, Caitlin, Teri and Jaclyn got a Quad pizza from Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the queue we saw Jamie Taylor and Tindle. The bouncers put all the guys at the front(!) and Caitlin, Teri, Jaclyn and I had to wait for ages. It took us a while to find the guys once we got in, but we DID get to them eventually. The first hour or so was crap, then me and Cameron chilled downstairs, since the rest of them had got into the centre of the pit, and couldn't be bothered coming out. I dunno why, but that made me feel betrayed by Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they came down, but a crap song came on so we went back up. That's when "Tribute" by Tenacious D came on. Me and Cameron were alone in the middle of the pit and we were singing along, and doing all the actions and everything. It was so much fun.Then "By The Way" by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers came on, and we were singing again. The actions were more interesting this time, but I can't be bothered explaining! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cameron went to the bog, a guy in an Incubus T-shirt hit on moi!! I'm tired now so you won't hear the end of this magical tale. Well you will if I can be buggered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80369185?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80369185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80369185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80369185' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-80077591</id><published>2002-08-10T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-10T21:54:07.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala! I am going out with Martin now &lt;3. Mostly thanks to Jaclyn, who tried very hard to set us up. Yes. Cammy performed at Comedyfest and he enjoyed it. I saw Caitlin today - I was a bit worried she'd be pissed off that I was going out with Martin. Well she wasn't - so that's good. :) At least I think she wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write but I'll leave you guys on the note that Woodible is doing his Duke of Edinburgh practice thingys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-80077591?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80077591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/80077591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80077591' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79810354</id><published>2002-08-04T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-04T17:23:08.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a lot has happened recently. I didn't fall out with Cammy and life has been boring as I just said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79810354?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79810354' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79609855</id><published>2002-07-30T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-30T20:46:49.223Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olly is here! Yay! I've fallen out with Cammy I think. I just said something about Steiney and he just exploded at me. Weird. But you know, if he does his usual forgetting the next day thing he usually does, then I don't think I'm gonna let him off this time. Because there was no real reason for it. I appreciate the fact that I do talk about Rammstein A LOT. And he's also a bit of a discriminating shite. In a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a line between drag queens and transvestites..ask the Izzard man. He'd tell you that, since he is a transvestite. Also he discriminates against homosexuals and he doesn't even know any, you know if he did know any you know I'd let him off with it. This is a free world now. If men want to wear women's clothes let them. If men love men, that's destiny. Don't screw with destiny.  (I DO discriminate against neds, but that's &lt;i&gt;neds&lt;/i&gt;. Some neds are ok though. Honestly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79609855?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79609855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79609855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79609855' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79511787</id><published>2002-07-28T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-28T15:30:06.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arakay.net/other/snackquiz.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arakay.net/other/popcorn.jpg" border="0" alt="I'm Popcorn!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Snack Food are YOU?  Click here to find out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79511787?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79511787' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79511712</id><published>2002-07-28T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-28T15:25:48.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://liquid2k.com/levade/bandquiz target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://liquid2k.com/levade/bandquiz/frenchhorn.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://liquid2k.com/levade/bandquiz target=_blank&gt;The Band Quiz&lt;/a&gt; By &lt;a href=http://rahel.candysprinkles.net&gt;Rahel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! I play that! Weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79511712?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79511712' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79511609</id><published>2002-07-28T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-28T15:21:15.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a lot happier today. Murph. Smurf. Turf. Teedah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79511609?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79511609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79511609' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79487172</id><published>2002-07-27T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-27T21:55:10.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember that "downward spiral" thing I wrote about a few months ago. It's back..I don't know what it is about. Could be many reasons. I have an idea though..with all of my groups of friends, I feel left out in a way. I really do like my friends, love some of them(not love-dovey but as in family/friends love) but I always feel left out..here's a run through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela(P), Lisa, Stephanie, Natalie, Catherine, Jenna etc. - Just now, this group is split in two - Lisa, Stephie and Natalie vs Pamela, Catherine, Jenna. Now I feel stuck in the middle. Peace-keeping, although P is in the right..I am not going to go over why they are fighting, but it is upsetting, because we've all been friends for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammy and Olly - Simply because I'm a girl, and they always talk about all this guy stuff(you know what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri, J, Caitlin, Dez, Kelvin etc, etc - I feel like 99% of the elders don't actually like me, I think Caitlin does..I don't know. Anyway, I feel like such a baby amongst them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel as if there's nothing I can do. I just feel angry and frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it..here's lyrics by Korn that I'm listening to..and I think it sums up my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughtless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies &lt;br /&gt;Pushing all the mercy down, down, down &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you try to take a swing at me &lt;br /&gt;Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to make fun of me? &lt;br /&gt;You think it's funny? &lt;br /&gt;What the fuck you think it's doing to me? &lt;br /&gt;You take your turn lashing out at me &lt;br /&gt;I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found &lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming &lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies &lt;br /&gt;I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown &lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me &lt;br /&gt;And I'll pull the trigger &lt;br /&gt;And you're down, down, down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to make fun of me? &lt;br /&gt;You think it's funny? &lt;br /&gt;What the fuck you think it's doing to me? &lt;br /&gt;You take your turn lashing out at me &lt;br /&gt;I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found &lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming &lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down) &lt;br /&gt;They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never (?) back against the wall &lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found &lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming &lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming &lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found &lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming &lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79487172?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79487172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79487172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79487172' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79455919</id><published>2002-07-26T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-26T22:55:59.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are a Revolutionary Woman! &lt;br /&gt;You could care less about the monarchy!&lt;br /&gt;You live for yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful and kick-ass! And like a female-warrior. You're resourceful, smart, tough, street-smart. You live life for yourself and not as others dictate and refuse to be branded into a category. You live apart from world and society. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79455919?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79455919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79455919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79455919' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79455698</id><published>2002-07-26T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-26T22:41:33.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. I have plans to make a personal website soonish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate from BB3 who is a LOT like me just won it. Yesssssss! Jonny came second, and sexy Alex came third. Anyway I'm tired so I'll write more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/x/quiz/quiz2.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="250" border="0" src="http://www.hamazaki.net/x/quiz/ninau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/x/quiz/quiz2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Are you NASTY or NICE?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiz made by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://hamazaki.net/x/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/x/quiz/quiz1.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="306" width="256" border="0" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/geisha/quizmagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/x/quiz/quiz1.html" target="_blank"&gt;What kind of ANGEL are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiz made by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://mai.deep-ice.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79455698?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79455698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79455698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79455698' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-79059492</id><published>2002-07-17T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-17T11:11:31.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo! Today I am tired, and tomorrow I go to Paris to go to Disneyland! Yaaaaaaay! Cute. I'll be back on Monday, so don't fear. You'll just have to go half a week without my interesting posts. How much you will suffer! Anyway my Mein Herz Brennt T-shirt + Keyring came through to me yesterday. That was good. It looks as if it's too big but when you put it on it stick to you and can make people look fat. Of course it's a joy for people who have curves. I'm inbeween those two groups so I'm ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I broke up with Campbell. Why you ask? It's because I just don't fancy him anymore but I really hope we are still going to friends, I hope. Now, I plan on being a free agent for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-79059492?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79059492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/79059492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79059492' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78906870</id><published>2002-07-13T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-14T11:47:28.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to Glasgow with Cammy on the train. I was looking for an Auron figure, but Forbidden Planet only had Tidus and Yojimbo! Cammy got two games, and Herzeleid. I got long stripy red and black socks and a Rammstein pendant from Hellfire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78906870?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78906870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78906870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78906870' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78880737</id><published>2002-07-12T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-12T22:05:08.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like big butts and I cannot lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah. Well, Cameron returned from Tunisia today! :) Yaaay! I also completed Final Fantasy X. It's totally easy! The final boss is easy. I'll type up some stats for you at the end of this post. I spent the entire day with my favourite moron ever! I fed him chicken burgers for lunch, and we did stuff, like we went in for Woody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his tape from Tunisia, and it's really long. There's several hours of stuff on there. I had chicken fried rice round at Cammy's with his family. Then stuff happened and oh fun! I went back to my house to get Hedex for my splitting headache. Yuurgh. Woody's dad also scared Cammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my opinion of someone. I have a sneaking suspicion Ross is only friends with me and Cammy so he can be friends with older people, like Martin and Teri, to 'improve' his image. He never bothers with us out of school, and he hangs around with people he doesn't hang around with in school....I dunno. I like my friends to be loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..time for Final Fantasy X Stats : Completetion #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Taken: 58:57(roughly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Used Male Character - Auron &lt;3(With his new theme song - I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE!) by a long shot, covering more than a quarter of the sphere grid. HP: 9999 MP: 173&lt;br /&gt;Most Used Female Character - Yuna HP: 4500 MP: 320 or Rikku HP: 6700 MP: 240&lt;br /&gt;Least Used Male Character - Kimahri (Used about 4 times), because he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Least Used Female Character - Lulu. Because Yuna is better, and she can learn Lulu's magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeons: Valefor, Ifrit, Ixion, Shiva, Bahamut, Yojimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Most Used Aeon: Yojimbo&lt;br /&gt;Least Used Aeon: Ixion/Valefor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestial Weapons Obtained: Godhand, Masamune.&lt;br /&gt;Al Bhed Primers: 20&lt;br /&gt;Big Things Killed: Omega Weapon, Ultima Weapon, Geasango(however you spell it), some of Belgemine's aeons in Remiem Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78880737?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78880737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78880737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78880737' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78826609</id><published>2002-07-11T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-11T17:46:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuhuh. I did get some jeans - they're kind of blue, and not as baggy as I usually would buy. I had to buy a goddamn belt though, since I'm inbetween a size 26 and a size 28. I also got a tight kickass Punkyfish top with zips. Looks like something Richard would wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78826609?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78826609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78826609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78826609' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78818878</id><published>2002-07-11T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-11T14:02:06.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully I'm going into Glasgow to get some jeans...I'll get back to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78818878?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78818878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78818878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78818878' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78814884</id><published>2002-07-11T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-12T22:14:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night certainly was a sleepless one. I was up until around 2am, just trying to get sleep. I did get up a couple of times, but mostly I just lay in bed, staring at nothing and listening to Rammstein. I read a couple of books too, since I'd been trying to sleep for ages. But eventually I did get some sleep. And now I'm awake. Fucking cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter is a total pain in the ass! He jumps on my bed, rubs his head against my face and purrs loudly. I know some people would say ''Aw, how sweet!''. Trust me, it isn't sweet if you are as tired as hell and your cat wakes you up. Harry's worse. He squeaks really loudly in the wee hours of the morning because he wants somebody to play with him. And then he runs away from everyone during the daytime. It's true, cats really are a strange species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78814884?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78814884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78814884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78814884' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78793514</id><published>2002-07-10T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T22:11:18.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho hum. Boredom. I decided to take the Eddie Izzard test again! I think this suits me better! SURREEAAAALLLLLISM! Raaaaarrrrrr! I do talk bollocks all the time, ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www3.sympatico.ca/jen.coe/quiz.html"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Which Izzard Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www3.sympatico.ca/jen.coe/surrealend.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Surreal Izzard: You talk bollocks all the time, and don't care who knows it. You are King Pig from Hell, and talk to strange people on buses. Your underwear is consipring against you, and if James Mason was here, he'd have something to say about it. And that something would be WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78793514?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78793514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78793514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78793514' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78792985</id><published>2002-07-10T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T21:56:39.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, today's rant(It's a short one) is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People Blaming Bands For Bad Shit Happening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was doing my usual websurfing type thing that I do, and I came across a news site. I was looking through all the old news until I came to a few weeks back, when the German school shooting happened. They were blaming Slipknot because the boy who had the gun and carried out the killings listened to Slipknot. Slipknot are crap, I must admit, but they can't be blamed for people going and blowing up their schools. That is just an excuse because people can't face up to the truth. The human race is sick and twisted. Rammstein and Marilyn Manson got blamed for the Columbine shootings. No-one would make a big deal out of it if the shooters listened to Britney Spears or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, the real culprits are the guys at school who bully these people probably because they listen to this kind of music. There was a girl in Glasgow last year who killed herself because of bullies. Why did the bullies do this to her? Because she listened to Marilyn Manson! In short, bullies prey on the different. Which is a pile of shit because it takes a lot of courage to step out from the crowd..some of my friends get picked on for what they listen to. Heck, even I do. But what matters is that behind every disability, musical taste, glasses whatever there always is a person. And remember, lots of popular people are bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78792985?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78792985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78792985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78792985' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78788225</id><published>2002-07-10T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T19:26:04.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems Tim is a bit of rebel on Big Brother..he pretended he was doing Jonny's ironing but he was doing his own and he wasn't supposed to. Naughty naughty Timothy...he's already tried to sneak wine over from the rich side and tried to organize a silent protest. Well, they need a rebel in there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you Sin got to shake Johnathon Davis' hand? I don't think I did! Well, she did, and she's seems more than thrilled about it. Go see her blog for a huge post all about it. She met the entire band 'cause she won a competition. Teri would be jealous! But she's lucky enough to be going to Korn on September 11th.(Actually it was effort on her part. She had to get up early to get the tickets..¬.¬;;) You never know, she might meet another guy with backstage passes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78788225?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78788225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78788225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78788225' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78787700</id><published>2002-07-10T19:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T19:11:22.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/notaho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Are you a ho?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78787700?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78787700' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78787693</id><published>2002-07-10T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T19:11:13.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored! Where is everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78787693?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78787693' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78787444</id><published>2002-07-10T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T19:04:58.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;What's Your Sexual MO?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78787444?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78787444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78787444' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78785108</id><published>2002-07-10T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T18:05:05.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I slept until around midday today, and then my mother came in from work at aroud the same time I woke up. She shouted at me going on about how I should always be up before 11am. Why? It makes the day go much quicker, I think. Anyways, I had to get my fringe cut since it was practically blinding me. I don't want my actual hair cut though. I'm growing it to be very, very, very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the day, we went to Braehead to get my photos from 3-5 months ago. Eh..it seems I have a photo of Cameron's arse. Cammy, if you read this post, please pick this up - it's digusting. He gets back from Tunisia tomorrow - finally some-one to be bored with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a new layout featuring Rammstein, courtesy of the wonderful Sin-chan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78785108?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78785108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78785108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78785108' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78784490</id><published>2002-07-10T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T17:49:19.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Top 11 Lists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Bloodtide - ??&lt;br /&gt;10) Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;09) The Hobbit - J.J.R Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;08) Discworld - Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;07) Rammstein Book - Gert Hoff&lt;br /&gt;06) Adrian Mole Series - Sue Townshead&lt;br /&gt;05) Lord of the Rings - J.J.R Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;04) Darren Shan Saga - Darren Shan&lt;br /&gt;03) His Dark Materials - Phillip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;02) Lord of The Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;01) Harry Potter Series - J.K Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bands/Singers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Jamiroquai&lt;br /&gt;10) Spunge&lt;br /&gt;09) Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;08) Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;07) Atari Teenage Riot&lt;br /&gt;06) Alec Empire&lt;br /&gt;05) Anti-Flag&lt;br /&gt;04) Muse&lt;br /&gt;03) Pitchshiter&lt;br /&gt;02) The Sex Pistols&lt;br /&gt;01) Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Most Overused Words&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Leave&lt;br /&gt;10) Fun&lt;br /&gt;09) AAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;08) Delicious&lt;br /&gt;07) Flake&lt;br /&gt;06) Gimpy&lt;br /&gt;05) Arrrriiiba&lt;br /&gt;04) Kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;03) Shit&lt;br /&gt;02) No&lt;br /&gt;01) Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Drinks&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Water&lt;br /&gt;10) Coke&lt;br /&gt;09) Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;08) Blackcurrant Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;07) Ribena(Yes even though it tastes of processed shit...)&lt;br /&gt;06) Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;05) Old-Style Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;04) Misc. Booze&lt;br /&gt;03) Irn-Bru(Yes, I am patriotic)&lt;br /&gt;02) Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;01) Cherry Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Munchies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;10) Nachos&lt;br /&gt;09) KFC&lt;br /&gt;08) Cookies&lt;br /&gt;07) Chips, or Fries, in America&lt;br /&gt;06) Bread&lt;br /&gt;05) Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;04) Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;03) Crisps&lt;br /&gt;02) Fruit Gums&lt;br /&gt;01) Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Critters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Mouse&lt;br /&gt;10) Pig&lt;br /&gt;09) Chicken&lt;br /&gt;08) Cheetah&lt;br /&gt;07) Monkey&lt;br /&gt;06) Lion&lt;br /&gt;05) Squirrel&lt;br /&gt;04) Llama&lt;br /&gt;03) Cow&lt;br /&gt;02) Tiger&lt;br /&gt;01) Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78784490?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78784490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78784490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78784490' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413135.post-78771733</id><published>2002-07-10T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T11:26:32.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.digitalrice.com/misc/quizzies/flowerquiz.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sugardew.digitalrice.com/misc/quizzies/rose.gif" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your inner flower?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.digitalrice.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFAED7"&gt;[c] s u g a r d&lt;br /&gt;e w&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3413135-78771733?l=rhonahurley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78771733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3413135/posts/default/78771733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhonahurley.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78771733' title=''/><author><name>The Walking Talking Firestarting Oxymoron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09929296562013852833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
