tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81654539452044253822024-03-05T12:00:03.346+01:00ME, MYSELF AND IHey! This is my personal blog, mainly old poems, writing, sayings, etc. Enjoy ;)Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-62762151957286347262008-11-24T20:49:00.002+01:002008-11-24T21:23:41.907+01:00weekends are fun :DSo we didnt have skl on thursday so me and Eva la Diva went into town, then back to my place. In the evening a load of ppl from skl had decided to go to the cinema and see twilight, but we couldnt get our tickets (me and 7 others) so we all went to McDos. honestly, all we did was sit and watch Emma and Paul fight. i missed my old friends so much, so i sent some of them texts saying that.<br /><br />Friday was normal school day, then straight to swimming for 1½ hours, then shower and get changed into my new dress that i'd bought when i was with Eva la Diva, and went to Nancy's house for her birthday dinner. it was really fun, and in the end we ended up prankcalling people. it was hilarious cuz we confused the people sooo much since everyone was talking at once.<br /><br />Saturday, we went to see Twilight haha. We'd all wanted to see it, so we figured we'd go. We didnt invite the 4 guys that were with us on Thursday, but then again, they wouldnt have wanted to go anyway haha. it was a great film! but i still thnk that Edward shouldnt have been driving a volvo. and Bella shouldve smiled at least once, and been a better friends to the people she hung out with, she was always so boring around them. after the film we thought about going to see another one, but in the end we went to my place and rented the Eye. it wasnt as good as i thoght it would be.<br /><br />thats enough of my weekend<br /><br />xxxVicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-20071521540910328182008-11-14T22:01:00.005+01:002008-11-14T22:29:18.978+01:00Theme week<div><div><div>Hey! :)</div><div><br /> </div><div>Monday was pyjama day, and here's a pic. it was <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268623276459878930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvAuHC62CgsyDyYCQbchDKCs696mfVLZUPE6e9HjuxPsndiuLuLa_AO2qMyX2c0ObEyE2yOHCJl4qsmZvH3XfL9amjF6-3udEBW86ecptB8ieQw0Ozl2FpamYaIcVFWyXPrgSHsS52zs/s200/SL381062.JPG" border="0" />a really <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvoVwO8agN8WGFkHoRw50ok_4fcanmcyrlEAzvEiAv0tVLsW-RWgdbpaXgrBnLODweMI1C6UqKg1mrH2gPDPRzw5FW4s32E4w1wZAtfov__p8lWjXVADlZguFR5HS9qmTMuXJ2D449Ik/s1600-h/SL381062.JPG"></a>fun day, musta been the whole wearing pjs in skl hahah. but i had fun all day. </div></div><br /><div><div><br /> </div><div>Tuesday : emos vs brats. i wasnt as emo as i coulda been so you just get a lovely piccy of my leg hahah<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268623988102310130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4-Mux5KXPv9IfgQAZUZ7laoKby83Jau-wglcNNBNlYSLVmlkHuUTNffcN6l-msBdtrJKOv-bLZmjZmdoROqH8di4bhxDJw5RZvzD_K4Jx8h5vhtHexLAW1T8nVu4tzbA0tvlOVw1Zvk/s200/SP_A0166.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div>hahah here's a pic of me and Eva la Diva, who never normally looks like this even though she should. like i said, i dont look very emo, cuz by the time this pic was taken, all my black eyeliner and eyeshadow had smudged. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268623992805734706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBCoREoGWHUHk-6A4cAsrlXxsjzgy3X77I0zz3-3uUhrTSHkv3a3tg9RpMEZ_lEstGSIQW1SMKTAwzUgBm4EI3ZbxvGFwqSOXmjgLOemS8SweteUcud5f42jZfMeKcfc82qlM_SkFYlM/s200/DSC01365.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Wednesday: twin day. we didnt go as twins because we couldnt decide what to wear, but some fun twins were two pirates (they should have won), two guys in girls clothes (but they werent wearing the same clothes, so they couldnt win. however, they looked incredibly hilrious.) , and loads of others. </div><div> </div><div>Thursday: yellow day. a girl literally came into skl with yellow face and arms, and she won. other people wore yellow everything. i settled for a yellow blouse-ish thing with yellowish leopard print high-heels. they really hurt to walk around in haha. </div><div> </div><div>Friday: well let me tell you, it's not been a good day for me. it was raining this morning and i had to walk from valand to bio roy in the pouring rain (which isnt that far, but horrible in the rain, specially when i didnt bring an umbrella and my jacket isnt really waterproof.) it was hiphop vs rock today, but not many people dressed up. the people that did looked good though. 3 girls from my class drew stars on their faces kiss-style, which looked hilarious. </div><div>during art i went come cuz i had a headache, and as soon as i got home i went to sleep. i was in bed for an hour - 30 mins sleeping and 30 mins trying to get up because i really didnt want to leave the warmth of my bed. then i ate and went to swimming. </div><div>when i got home, i just felt like a zombie - i was that tired. so im sticking to the tv and computer for tonight.</div><div> </div><div>xxxxxxxxxx<br /></div><div></div></div></div>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-25653389699061768112008-11-09T21:46:00.002+01:002008-11-09T22:03:07.697+01:00righteousSo I deleted all the sad, weird entries, and from now on I'll try to write more positive ones.<br /><br />It's Sunday evening, and I'm supposed to be doing homework. I have to find information on the biotic factors of a stream, but I just can't seem to find any useful info. I need it for tomorrow so we can work on our poster, but googling "biotic factors of a stream" isn't working out. It's already 10pm and I need to finish this so I can go to sleep.<br /><br />So tomorrow, theme week starts.<br /><br />Monday - pj day, and I'm gonna wear pink pj bottoms, a white vest top, a purple cardy/hoodie, and purple furry slippers haha. I think it's gonna be great, one of those days when you just get up and go straight to school without putting on real clothes (I know you've wanted to just as much as I have. Those cold, dark winter days, nothing is more tempting than going to school in your pjs, with your duvet wrapped around you.)<br /><br />Tuesday - emos vs brats. I think I might go as an emo, but not quite sure what to wear. Probably my converse (even if they are high-heeled), black clothes, back eyeliner, and maybe something hot pink, if I can find it in my incredibly messy wardrobe.<br /><br />Wednesday - twin day. Me and Eva la Diva decided to go as twins, but I don't know if we'll wear, or even if we'll actually do it.<br /><br />Thursday - yellow day. So far I have found a yellow blouse-kinda-thing, and yellowish-leopard print high-heels. They don't match though, so I'm going to have to pick just one. Unfortunately, that's all the yellow stuff I have, so I might not be as yellow as everyone else.<br /><br />Friday - rock vs hiphop. I have no idea what to wear. Or even which one to choose. I think I might go with rock, but like I said, I have no idea what to wear.<br /><br />Well I definately think this is going to be an unusual week, hopefully good unusual, and not bad unusual. I'll take pictures of what I wear on all the days, and post them on my blog so people will actually believe that yes I did go to school in my pjs.Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-74262718842826524712008-10-17T19:58:00.002+02:002008-10-17T20:19:26.192+02:00good newshey it's friday.<br /><br />i have news. big, fun news. IM GOING TO CHINA!! :D Beijing at the end of November. its only for 5 nights though, but its perfect, cuz i can only take 10 days off skl during the whole year. so 5 days off school is just right. especially since im gonna need the break.<br /><br />but i have more fun news... autumn break in exactly a week! i really do need the break away from waking up early and sitting in lessons bored to death.<br /><br />and i have more good news - i did really well in swimming today :) cuz i had so much anger from the maths test im sure i failed earlier, and so i used it all to swim fast :)<br /><br />about the maths test... i was so sure i knew everything until we recieved the test. oh how horrible it was!!! but when i came outside afterwards (maths was the last lesson) my 10th grade friends and Bryn and Phyllida were there, and they made me all happy by giving me loadsa hugs <3<3<3<3 hahah :)<br /><br />well im off bye xxxxVicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-33233141598041981122008-06-25T13:32:00.002+02:002008-06-25T13:37:34.099+02:00open bookI'm an open book in the wrong language,<br />A vision too blurry to ever be seen,<br />A nightmare honestly mistaken for a dream,<br />An angel with bright red devil horns,<br />I'm only a fairy-tale with words like thorns.Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-12746587480664931172008-05-02T21:47:00.002+02:002008-05-02T21:54:25.478+02:00my birthday partytook me a while to make the piroger, the cake and the focaccia. which is why i woke up early.<br />at 1, i came downstairs (the music was playing through my bro's speaker that i stole from him) and i saw 2 of my friends knocking on my door, then running away. i just kinda looked at them, eyebrows raised, wondering what the hell they were doing.<br />i went into the kitchen since they'd run away, and i saw all my friends trying to creep past the window to my front door. finally, one of them realized i was watching.<br />anyways, we had the competition and team Jamaica won (well done!), then we ate food.<br />then they sang on singstar.<br />then we ate cake!! :)<br />and i opened my presents!!!<br />from bryn i got some really cute blue earrings, from al i got beckhams perfume and body silk lotion (smellls soooooooooo good) and from the rest and bryn i got a.......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />DIGITAL CAMERA!!!!!!! :)<br />i was so happy! i have been playing with it ever since (and wearing the earrings and perfume).<br /><br />one of the best birthays ever!!<br /><br /><br />thank you everyone! i love you <333333333333333Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-33821821063278788682008-03-27T12:54:00.004+01:002008-03-27T14:18:59.277+01:00more poems<div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Mean Old Hermon by Lucilius</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center">Mean old Hermon</div><div align="center">dreamt he'd spent</div><div align="center">all his money</div><div align="center">and hanged himself</div><div align="center">for fear of</div><div align="center">dreaming it agin.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Secrets by Judith Viorst</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Anne told Beth.</div><div align="center">And Beth told me.</div><div align="center">And I am telling you.</div><div align="center">But don't tell Sue -</div><div align="center">You know she can't</div><div align="center">Keep secrets.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Not Being Able To Sleep by Siv Widerberg</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center">The worst thing about</div><div align="center">not being able to sleep</div><div align="center">I think</div><div align="center">is </div><div align="center">when you suddenly realize</div><div align="center">that you're not going to be able</div><div align="center">to sleep.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Snap by Anon</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center">One night I saw a little mouse</div><div align="center">Come creeping through my door</div><div align="center">I set a trap,</div><div align="center">The jaws went 'snap' -</div><div align="center"><em>And is my big toe sore!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><p align="center"><strong>Appreciation by Harry Graham</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Auntie, did you feel no pain</div><div align="center">Falling from that willow tree?</div><div align="center">Will you do it, please, again?</div><div align="center">'Cos my friend here didn't see.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Poem In Praise of Practically Nothing by Samuel Hoffenstein</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center">You buy some flowers for your table;</div><div align="center">You tend them as tenderly as you're able;</div><div align="center">You fetch them water fom hither and thither -</div><div align="center">What thanks do you get for it all? They wither.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>Water by J. Rosen</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center">Water is wet</div><div align="center">Fire is hot</div><div align="center">I'm me</div><div align="center">And you're not.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><strong>The Long-Sought-After Proof That Money Grows On Trees by Louis Phillips</strong></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><ol><li><div align="center">Money is what people get when they sell.</div></li><li><div align="center">Sell sounds the same as cell.</div></li><li><div align="center">A cell is a tiny room</div></li><li><div align="center">One kind of person who lives in a tiny room is a monk.</div></li><li><div align="center">Monk is a short form of monkey.</div></li><li><div align="center">Monkeys eat bananas.</div></li><li><div align="center">Bananas grow on trees.</div></li></ol><p align="center">THEREFORE, money grows on trees.</p><p align="center"><strong>Hahah I hope you liked them :) </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>Loadsa love</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>Vicki </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</strong></p>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-40677314854563816562008-03-27T12:50:00.002+01:002008-03-27T12:54:06.454+01:00Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepHey another favourite of mine, a poem. The poet is unknown.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center">"Do not stand at my grave and weep;</div><div align="center">I am not there. I do not sleep.</div><div align="center">I am a thousand winds that blow.</div><div align="center">I am the diamond glints on snow.</div><div align="center">I am the sunlight on ripened grain.</div><div align="center">I am the gentle autumn rain.</div><div align="center">When you awaken in the morning's hush</div><div align="center">I am the swift uplifting rush</div><div align="center">Of quiet birds in circled flight.</div><div align="center">I am the soft stars that shine at night.</div><div align="center">Do not stand at my grave and cry;</div><div align="center">I am not there. I did not die."</div>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-58928967018861739522008-03-27T12:35:00.003+01:002008-06-25T13:32:19.196+02:00Autobiography In Five Short ChaptersHey this is a story I read ages ago, and it's one of my favourites, so enjoy ;)<br /><br /><div align="center">Autobiography In Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"<strong>Chapter one</strong></div><div align="center">I walk down the street.</div><div align="center">There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.</div><div align="center">I fall in.</div><div align="center">I am lost...I am helpless.</div><div align="center">It isn't my fault.</div><div align="center">It takes forever to find a way out.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Chapter two</strong></div><div align="center">I walk down the same street.</div><div align="center">There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.</div><div align="center">I pretend I don't see it.</div><div align="center">I fall in again.</div><div align="center">I can't believe I'm in the same place.</div><div align="center">But it isn't my fault.</div><div align="center">It still takes a long time to get out.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Chapter three</strong></div><div align="center">I walk down the same street.</div><div align="center">There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.</div><div align="center">I see it is still there.</div><div align="center">I still fall in...it's a habit.</div><div align="center">My eyes are open.</div><div align="center">I know where I am.</div><div align="center">It is my fault.</div><div align="center">I get out immediately.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Chapter four</strong></div><div align="center">I walk down the same street.</div><div align="center">There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.</div><div align="center">I walk around it.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Chapter five</strong></div><div align="center">I walk down a different street."</div>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-84892767496456634582008-03-09T01:00:00.003+01:002008-03-09T01:06:24.371+01:00birthday partyso its A's birthday today, well technically yesterday since its past midnight (happy birthday btw) and so he decided to have a birthday party thing... and we had to dress up as famous people.<br />so i decided to be Victoria Beckham... in a tight dress with high heels and sunglasses. then we had to find a present for him, so me and mum went shopping. we found this really nice lamp, well the holder, so we bought it. but we couldnt find a lamp shade for it... so instead we found this REALLY cool lamp that you touch to turn it on and off and bought a blue light bulb for it.<br />then my mum drove me to A's house. and i realized tht i was the most dressed up by FAR. there were 8 of us, and we played footie, and had fun.<br />3 of the guys had been up all night in an internet cafe and only one of them had slept when they got home... which meant that two of them were kinda... weird. and M had really bloodshot eyes. since its his bday on saturday i warned him that if he decided to have a bday thing in backstab too, i would come there and beat him up :) so hopefully he wont have one there :D<br />well that was my boring saturday... well it wasnt boring for me :P<br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-57294970345942186332008-03-07T21:38:00.002+01:002008-03-09T01:00:03.807+01:00flash mobSo a gang of us decided that we'd join Flash Mob on friday... in Ica Focus. The plan was when the noice came we all had to stand perfectly still. problem was that we didnt hear the sound, but suddenly they were all standing still... so then so did we..<br />S decided to go round and film everyone, but she also decided to do a close up on my face!! i couldnt help but laugh. and it also didnt help that A was laughing at a man who had frozen as he was picking up an apple.<br />so it was a very unusual experience, but the 5 of us had fun, but we didnt join the other members as they went to fika. mainly cuz they left when we were still talking and looking at the video of everyone frozen.<br />afterwards, me, A and A bought some ice cream and sat on a bench just outside ica. it was goooooooooood :)<br />well that was flash mob... i hope the next one works better (my sources tell me its gonna be a balloon fight...)<br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-76710923100700021332008-02-21T20:18:00.002+01:002008-02-21T21:30:08.816+01:00sleepWhat do you do when you can't sleep? And thinking about the past only makes you sad and regretful, the future makes you lose all hope, and you can't think about the present because you're not doing anything.<br />Some people count sheep. I can't. Sheep scare me. Someone once told me that sheep are suicidal. They run infront of cars, they jump into gylls. They die.<br />I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think. But I do think. I think way too much. It really can't be good for me.<br />So I create stories. Stories about me, what I want my life to be like. I'll imagine myself thin, pretty and happy. Satisfied. I usually create these stories when I'm listening to my ipod, so most of the time I can sing, and dance, and speak fluent French, and do everything that I've always wanted to do. I know it won't happen, yet I keep dreaming, I keep creating, I keep wishing, I keep wanting.<br />I don't get. I never get what I want. I guess I will just have to keep dreaming. Maybe one day, one of my wishes will come true.Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-30057576743924830312008-02-21T19:11:00.004+01:002008-02-23T20:50:11.680+01:00Blonde test<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">answer true or false for the following questions. be honest!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have run into a glass/screen door.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have run into a tree/bush.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You just tried to lick your elbow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You just sang them to make sure.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have seen the the Matrix and still don't get it.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You didn’t notice that in the last sentence, “the” was spelled twice.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have accidentally caught something on fire.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have caught yourself drooling.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sometimes you just stop thinking.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">People often shake their heads at your stories.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have eaten a bug accidentally.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You break a lot of things.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have fallen out of your chair before.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">People have called you slow.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Friends know not to use big words around you.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You sometimes tilt your head when you’re confused.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Your probably going to have to use a calculator to multiply this.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Multiply all the “true” by 4 to get your percentage.</span></p>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-58921278994959305402008-02-20T22:45:00.002+01:002008-02-20T22:50:32.874+01:00Pickup lines, with responses<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;">Guy: Where have you been all my life?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Girl: Hiding from you..... how the hell did you find me???</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Guy: I would die for you!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Girl: Prove it.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Guy: Haven't I seen you some place before?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Girl: Yeah, that's why I don't go there any more.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Guy: I want to give myself to you!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Girl: Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Guy: I'd go through anything for you!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Girl: Good, let's start with your bank account!</span>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8165453945204425382.post-63430107828963880902008-02-20T20:49:00.004+01:002008-02-20T22:45:51.321+01:00Sayings about guys<span style="color:#000000;">Here are some funny sayings about guys... I hope no guys get offended :D</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Guys are like a box of chocolate, you never know which ones have nuts.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Guys are like parking spaces - the good ones are taken, and the rest are handicapped.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Guys are like lava lamps - fun to look at but not very bright.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Guys are like a deck of cards, you need a heart to love them, a diamond to marry them, a club to beat them, and a spade to busy the body.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Guys are like light switches, even a two year old can turn them on.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Guys are like tissues - strong, soft and disposable.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Guys are like stilettos... once you get the hang of it, you can walk all over them.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Coffe, chocolate, men. Some things are just better richer.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">Men are like public toilets, either taken or full of shit.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">All guys are animals, some just make better pets.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Guys are great, every girl should own one (or 2....... 3............ ok 10)</span>Vicki xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795986561918319645noreply@blogger.com0