<?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-1547752901505062721</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:27:23.294+01:00</updated><category term='banbridge'/><category term='2009'/><category term='list'/><category term='accent'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comics'/><category term='good'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='chemicals'/><category term='today'/><category term='hair'/><category term='clumsiness'/><category term='memories'/><category term='msn'/><category term='seamonster'/><category term='peanuts'/><category term='worries'/><category term='david bazan'/><category term='blimey'/><category term='amish'/><category 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href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-5613506892651423656</id><published>2009-10-30T10:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:53:37.824Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting in front of the fire watching The Land Before Time, eating buttery toast in my pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being a child again =]&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on this movie. It's all nostalgic and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-5613506892651423656?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5613506892651423656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-in-front-of-fire-watching-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5613506892651423656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5613506892651423656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-in-front-of-fire-watching-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-6213906324176600025</id><published>2009-08-27T07:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:44:56.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>All ready =]</title><content type='html'>Back to school today. 7am is a ridiculous time -_-'&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping myself awake with a mixture of Boost and pop punk. And my uniform still makes me look silly.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. Colossians 3:23 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-6213906324176600025?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6213906324176600025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6213906324176600025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6213906324176600025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-ready.html' title='All ready =]'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-4743089078414367423</id><published>2009-08-26T20:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:26:16.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWLMwnPdPI/AAAAAAAAACg/89BHHqr-LtE/s1600-h/baking-questions-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374354781660738802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWLMwnPdPI/AAAAAAAAACg/89BHHqr-LtE/s320/baking-questions-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The smell of baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWKZ1ZLk0I/AAAAAAAAACY/MyojwlfjaDU/s1600-h/kdraw_childrens_drawings_and_painting_homepage_highlight01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374353906770613058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWKZ1ZLk0I/AAAAAAAAACY/MyojwlfjaDU/s320/kdraw_childrens_drawings_and_painting_homepage_highlight01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children's drawings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWKEZiEhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nrogs3gcFiU/s1600-h/rainbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374353538514453650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWKEZiEhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nrogs3gcFiU/s320/rainbow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some happy things, just to illustrate how happy I myself am! Life is good ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence the lack of updates I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you people who make life good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-4743089078414367423?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4743089078414367423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4743089078414367423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4743089078414367423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-now.html' title='Right now...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SpWLMwnPdPI/AAAAAAAAACg/89BHHqr-LtE/s72-c/baking-questions-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-9096525056483445957</id><published>2009-08-13T22:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:55:27.007+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Chapstick, chapped lips and things like chemistry</title><content type='html'>I'm fully aware that I can come across as a very negative person at times, or at least one who worries far more than necessary, particularly over minor things. However, I like to think that I'm not as much a determined pessimist, as I am a subtle and patient optimist, believing that every situation has its silver lining, or can at least be salvaged... after the panic is over.&lt;br /&gt;There's probably a lesson to be learnt in any predicament, however uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Today's most important lesson was probably:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't lick random chemicals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted sticking my finger into a tub of nail varnish remover in Superdrug when I absent-mindedly licked it all off again, as if it had been a tub of Nutella and not harmful (and gross) chemicals =]&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much fun. It tasted too acidy and felt like an electric shock in my mouth. The sensation lasted far longer than my interest in the whole thing, and I tasted it on my lips for hours.&lt;br /&gt;However, it didn't kill me ^^&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give it 4/10. Would not recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today has been a great day, and all full of my best people ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-9096525056483445957?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/9096525056483445957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fully-aware-that-i-can-come-across.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/9096525056483445957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/9096525056483445957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fully-aware-that-i-can-come-across.html' title='Chapstick, chapped lips and things like chemistry'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-1630100122023964542</id><published>2009-08-12T03:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:52:28.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Playing it safe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Early morning status update time&lt;/strong&gt;... I really have screwed up my routine sleeping-wise.&lt;br /&gt;It's after 3am&lt;br /&gt;I am eating a biscuit and periodically frowning at my greasy fringe in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The songs that make me happiest right now seem to be The Cure's "Friday I'm In Love", "Girl From Mars" by Ash and, my all time favourite, "Kiss The Girl" from The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;I am declaring myself no longer sick&lt;br /&gt;It has been 18 days since something made me cry&lt;br /&gt;I have made a new and very grown-up sounding email address for myself... and am frustrated by the lack of emails&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my Gameboy&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling oddly unsettled, but God's presence is strong and all's good.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping Pingy was serious about a cup of tea after we get our AS results. I might need it.&lt;br /&gt;It's really warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-1630100122023964542?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1630100122023964542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-it-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1630100122023964542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1630100122023964542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-it-safe.html' title='Playing it safe...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-328381406307146371</id><published>2009-08-11T15:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:49:11.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>No bridge too far</title><content type='html'>Anyway... I'm feeling a bit like Schrodinger's Cat right now. That's probably the best way to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;In that I am in two completely different states at the same time until there's some sort of a conclusion. Because I don't know what's going on ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly related to the above, but Proverbs 4:23, people.... I'm trying to figure out what exactly it means to "Guard your heart". Do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-328381406307146371?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/328381406307146371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-bridge-too-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/328381406307146371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/328381406307146371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-bridge-too-far.html' title='No bridge too far'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-7523262559721957944</id><published>2009-08-11T15:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:28:50.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>This blog isn't dead yet!</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while and there's so much to catch up on&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too lazy for all that.&lt;br /&gt;So... it's almost like the awkward first post all over again&lt;br /&gt;Ermm...&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave this one as it is ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-7523262559721957944?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7523262559721957944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-isnt-dead-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7523262559721957944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7523262559721957944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-isnt-dead-yet.html' title='This blog isn&apos;t dead yet!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-6570937736725054638</id><published>2009-05-12T10:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:54:45.141+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Things that are NOT exam revision...</title><content type='html'>- Drawing title pages for each subject&lt;br /&gt;- Half-heartedly looking for notes&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Jeremy Kyle&lt;br /&gt;- This&lt;br /&gt;- Telling myself I really should revise&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-6570937736725054638?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6570937736725054638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-are-not-exam-revision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6570937736725054638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6570937736725054638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-are-not-exam-revision.html' title='Things that are NOT exam revision...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-4692758619950765178</id><published>2009-04-19T00:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:34:09.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Gee</title><content type='html'>Decided to learn the old guitacky.&lt;br /&gt;It's too technical for my liking. Not to reinforce the "drummers are stupid" stereotype or anything, but at least I'm good to go right away. It may not always be smooth or pretty, but drumsticks + a drum (or any surface) always sounds like something.&lt;br /&gt;But for me the guitar usually just goes "brrrrggghzzzt!!!". Eeeeuw.....&lt;br /&gt;But after half an hour I've made some kind of noise. So lots of half an hours may make lots of different noises and then I can put them together.&lt;br /&gt;This particular noise may or may not be G.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm being realistic, i may never get much further. So now I'm taking my lovely G and I'm going to write a song about things that begin with G.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar is fun that way =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-4692758619950765178?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4692758619950765178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/gee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4692758619950765178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4692758619950765178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/gee.html' title='Gee'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8662601363052484914</id><published>2009-04-14T00:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:21:46.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Don't mess with my nature!</title><content type='html'>I really don't like the idea of hovercars.&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be any chance to get away. Even on a really peaceful camping trip. Up a mountain somewhere. You would still get the traffic in the distance and all the noises that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8662601363052484914?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8662601363052484914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-mess-with-my-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8662601363052484914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8662601363052484914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-mess-with-my-nature.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with my nature!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8524010354724574928</id><published>2009-04-11T15:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:59:56.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really not too fond of chainmail.&lt;br /&gt;But I think a lot of that is just me being bitter about how easy it is these days. Darn kids and their youtubes... =D&lt;br /&gt;My first chainmail arrived via post when i was in primary school. It was one of those things that apparantly hadn't been broken in like 30 years, so my mom took it really seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I had to sit one night and write out &lt;em&gt;ever so neatly &lt;/em&gt;the names and addresses of the six people before me, as well as mine. Six times.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sent around the estate to post them through people's doors.&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my friends bothered to send them on ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8524010354724574928?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8524010354724574928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-really-not-too-fond-of-chainmail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8524010354724574928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8524010354724574928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-really-not-too-fond-of-chainmail.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-2290037683621435266</id><published>2009-04-06T22:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:24:45.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be wrong but...</title><content type='html'>There seem to be voices coming from the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Amm.... am I picking up radio?  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-2290037683621435266?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2290037683621435266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-may-be-wrong-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2290037683621435266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2290037683621435266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-may-be-wrong-but.html' title='I may be wrong but...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-2373666396892072915</id><published>2009-03-30T23:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:22:53.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really like webcomics.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-2373666396892072915?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2373666396892072915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-like-webcomics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2373666396892072915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2373666396892072915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-like-webcomics.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8467125970059465563</id><published>2009-03-15T15:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:40:19.569Z</updated><title type='text'>**********</title><content type='html'>So what actually happened on Friday afternoon? =S&lt;br /&gt;I think I spent most of Saturday kinda dazed about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember Saturday -_-&lt;br /&gt;That's lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am nearly on my 4th day in a row of not being paranoid... Yay! Now it's going places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8467125970059465563?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8467125970059465563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8467125970059465563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8467125970059465563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='**********'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-1008194457603472125</id><published>2009-03-14T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:34:18.403Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>we're selfish with the new romance</title><content type='html'>so... I haven't posted in quite a while and that's mainly because I've had a lot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;My drama coursework is now nearly 6 weeks late and still only half finished...&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember when I last handed in an essay in time, but I've always managed to get away with it. I can be quite charming when I need to ^^&lt;br /&gt;And happily that's a skill I can use when I'm painting myself gold and acting as a statue for money.&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of odd looks today actually, walking around Dromore in mime make-up. I was alone, so there was no assumption that I had a reason for it... I do like random things like that =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-1008194457603472125?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1008194457603472125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-selfish-with-new-romance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1008194457603472125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1008194457603472125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-selfish-with-new-romance.html' title='we&apos;re selfish with the new romance'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-2735384902946791683</id><published>2009-02-12T00:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:16:05.990Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>We live like it's the latest attraction</title><content type='html'>What makes an average day into a good day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can have great days even with average plans ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like being rushed in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt; Usually I wake up between 6.30 and 7am on a school day and have to leave the house for 7.30. I tend to move slowly when I'm cold and tired and I'm usually tempted to bring my clothes over to my bed and get dressed under the covers, which is awkward and takes ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching breakfast TV or listening to music is fun. My morning soundtrack is usually something like Taking Back Sunday, Ash or Jimmy Eat World so long as it's an upbeat song to make me move faster. Actually, anything sounds good in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not having to do homework in the library. &lt;/strong&gt;It's so stressful! I'm actually really bad at working and I put everything off until the very last minute. However, I'm known to be very good at excuses and apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sort of worries me that I've never been able to discipline myself to revise. My exams this year will not be easy and I really need to work, especially in English and RE...... I am really not getting into The Great Gatsby and there are wayyy too many Romans to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a nice conversation with someone I don't really know. &lt;/strong&gt;Very exciting! I'm always happiest when I feel social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having someone to text. &lt;/strong&gt;Same as my last point- I like to be social ^^&lt;br /&gt;I rarely initiate text conversations, but I do enjoy them! And it's nice to be waiting for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not having a heavy schoolbag. &lt;/strong&gt;I love walking around in the corridors by myself between classes. I can look around and swing my arms and have time to think or sing *really quietly* or whatever =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making it to lunch time with my hair sitting ok. &lt;/strong&gt;This is unusual. I jump around too much I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to listen to music. &lt;/strong&gt;It's not very social and not allowed in school, but it makes me very happy =]&lt;br /&gt;Although my ipod headphones are only playing through one ear now, so that's just annoying =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-2735384902946791683?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2735384902946791683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-live-like-its-latest-attraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2735384902946791683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2735384902946791683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-live-like-its-latest-attraction.html' title='We live like it&apos;s the latest attraction'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8073895558468533965</id><published>2009-02-08T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:06:47.557Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livejournal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blimey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Cutting more leather, making more shoes</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm done with Livejournal. =]&lt;br /&gt;*waves goodbye to lj*&lt;br /&gt;There's not much worth keeping- it's really just my 2008, which was neither the best nor the worst of all years.&lt;br /&gt;I just like it now because it's kool to see how I'm different, even in how I write. As I've said before, I don't post the big things. But I can see them in between what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal's not so much about critical analysis of daytime tv, my ongoing vendetta against The Hoobs or a list of reasons why I wouldn't eat my hamster (RIP Pandaroo!)&lt;br /&gt;Well it is. These issues are serious business.&lt;br /&gt;But when I start in January and look through, I can see the big things happen =]&lt;br /&gt;It's about the build up to starting a new school, learning some things about life, and being reminded over and over again that people actually care about me.&lt;br /&gt;It's about loneliness, alchohol and sharpener blades giving way to God's grace and love.&lt;br /&gt;And just a little bit about spotty horses and eating fish food ^^&lt;br /&gt;My most often used tag by far was "Life"=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow....&lt;br /&gt;I'm occupying myself with writing or at least the thought of writing.&lt;br /&gt;If I start posting on a site where I can get feedback and post chapter by chapter then I think I'll be more motivated. I'm quite interested in writing my own monologues as well, or at least rewriting old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to say "blimey" a lot more. I think I want to be one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8073895558468533965?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8073895558468533965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutting-more-leather-making-more-shoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8073895558468533965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8073895558468533965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutting-more-leather-making-more-shoes.html' title='Cutting more leather, making more shoes'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-1673614864160380742</id><published>2009-02-08T13:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:08:57.555Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Let's start over crimson clover</title><content type='html'>I'm proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I found myself some great monologues online, but I also decided to get the tune for one of the songs in our script.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find a cowboy outfit and a toy gun somewhere ^^&lt;br /&gt;....For me, these are great achievements by the way. Doing Monday's work at any time before 10.30 Sunday night needs a parade to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-1673614864160380742?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1673614864160380742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-start-over-crimson-clover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1673614864160380742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1673614864160380742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-start-over-crimson-clover.html' title='Let&apos;s start over crimson clover'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-5548706609250160551</id><published>2009-02-07T22:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:25:22.170Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banbridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillsborough'/><title type='text'>I'm so happy I could...</title><content type='html'>*is watching the Mr Bean marathon on Paramount =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice day =]&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up early to make it into school for drama rehearsal. It sounded like too much hard work, but we had a great time and lots of sugar. I got to fight with Scott and figure out how to stand on my head.&lt;br /&gt;I was out of there by one and ended up having cookies in Subway with a couple of people from class.  I was planning on going home after that, and went down to see the bus timetable, but it was a really lovely afternoon and I just ended up shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for the unemployed and cost-shy (for me at least) tends to consist of a lot of browsing in charity shops. I get a lot of my books there and I like to try on all the fancy hats.&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a whole armful of books and videos for £2. Another thing about charity shops- they're full of nice ladies who give you discount if you smile and ask how they are.&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered in one myself for a while, mainly to give me something to do on Saturday mornings. I enjoyed organising the books most of all and always left with lots of them =]&lt;br /&gt;..I then did about three laps of the town, and made a &lt;strong&gt;long &lt;/strong&gt;and unneccesary detour as far down as the tech to put off crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like roads very much at all.&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of thought and messing around with my change, I finally ended up buying The Shack in the Faith Mission bookstore. Just because it's been recommended to me so many times.&lt;br /&gt;And I got seeds too. To grow pretty purple flowers for my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Banbridge very well, but I was quite pleased at my day out. =]&lt;br /&gt;I got the bus to Dromore, but there wasn't much to do there, so I ended up in Hillsborough park. There was still so much snow and so many families were out building snowmen and sliding around on the ice. I stopped at the fort for a while to watch them and I kicked the snow around myself for a while and watched it cover my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;The lake was frozen and the swans were moving around very slowly and carefully, although somehow they managed to stand on even the thinnest ice, as if they'd learnt to be weightless or to walk on the water.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of The Catcher in The Rye a lot.&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe in the winter the ducks all fly to Hillsborough where nice ladies- probably the same ones from the charity shops- and their grandchildren feed them bread. Life seems so easy for the ducks on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound their wings make when they fly away.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt Spring coming on today. Everything felt new and white and I just walked around for ages looking at the newness and sharing it with God and feeling so much more at peace than I have for a while. All's good.&lt;br /&gt;I got home eventually and my granny took us to Moira for food, to celebrate my sister's eleven-plus results (she got an A)&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting mine too ^^&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to crash a pony into a fence that day =/&lt;br /&gt;And spent the night at Tyla's house. Too much caffeine and our first wine.&lt;br /&gt;I liked Tyla's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-5548706609250160551?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5548706609250160551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-happy-i-could.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5548706609250160551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5548706609250160551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-happy-i-could.html' title='I&apos;m so happy I could...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-2808330399917219140</id><published>2009-02-06T22:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:28:59.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Today Never Happened Before</title><content type='html'>Awwwh&lt;br /&gt;I have some really awesome friends...&lt;br /&gt;I have LOTS of really really awesome friends =]&lt;br /&gt;More than is usual!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;*feels all loved*&lt;br /&gt;I had a really kool dream a while ago. The sky was full of this dark stuff (thank you very much Never-Ending Story!) but then all these lights appeared, and there were words of some sort on the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;And there were random castles and huge, sparkly staircases going somewhere I couldn't see. And for some reason I was at (ex)work during all this and they weren't very happy about it all, but I was and I was dancing. =]&lt;br /&gt;How nice!&lt;br /&gt;I might write a story about that somehow! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And after much complaining, our Media studies is now potentially a full A-level again!&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really do enough work.&lt;br /&gt;Our (my?) favourite game in tech is to look at rabbis, American states and various bearded men on google images, and then hide them when our teacher is looking.&lt;br /&gt;It's all very educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-2808330399917219140?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/2808330399917219140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-never-happened-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2808330399917219140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/2808330399917219140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-never-happened-before.html' title='Today Never Happened Before'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-3370585356405767441</id><published>2009-02-06T15:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:31:16.583Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david bazan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm all kinds of fools today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Me-"I don't want to go to school"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom- "Ok"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a lot less school now to be honest. That's so bad. =/&lt;br /&gt;But I think I need some extra time &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt; to chill and sort stuff out. I'm personalising this too much and I'm getting all paranoid again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck inside tonight, due to the frost and all, so today is hot chocolate, music and lots of books. Right now I'm listening to Pedro The Lion's version of Be Thou My Vision.&lt;br /&gt;David Bazan sounds so honest and fragile whenever he sings, it's beautiful. And I think he could cover In The Navy by the Village People and make it sound just as sincere.&lt;br /&gt;He's just kool that way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that tomorrow I'm gonna set up my drumkit again and see what I can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel quite musical when I wear this scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-3370585356405767441?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3370585356405767441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-all-kinds-of-fools-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3370585356405767441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3370585356405767441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-all-kinds-of-fools-today.html' title='I&apos;m all kinds of fools today.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-952839963996321908</id><published>2009-02-04T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:26:36.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><title type='text'>Things that annoy me on msn...</title><content type='html'>1. The person I need to speak to signing out as I sign in&lt;br /&gt;Even worse..&lt;br /&gt;2. The person I need to speak to signing out just as I'm typing a message to them&lt;br /&gt;3. MSN freezing as soon as I go on and I can see people and I want to talk&lt;br /&gt;4. People who say 'buh' instead of 'but' and 'da' instead of 'the'...eg, all of my cousins&lt;br /&gt;5. Huge, ugly or annoying emoticons&lt;br /&gt;5. When these emoticons make up part of a word, so I have to uncode what it all means&lt;br /&gt;6. Telling someone something that's important to me and getting nothing but 'lol' or 'ok' in return&lt;br /&gt;7. Writing a long message, being halfway through and then having to stop to answer a question. The convo then goes completely off topic and you missed your chance&lt;br /&gt;8. People not saying bye (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. People say bye, I say bye, they say bye again.... it goes on for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more social on msn actually. I tend to be shy on my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn is &lt;a href="mailto:buttahfly.x@kinstry.co.uk"&gt;buttahfly.x@kinstry.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and I need nice people to talk to =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...also my throat is all sore because people were eating peanuts in school.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just being a hypochondriac again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-952839963996321908?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/952839963996321908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-annoy-me-on-msn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/952839963996321908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/952839963996321908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-annoy-me-on-msn.html' title='Things that annoy me on msn...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8710068253296339229</id><published>2009-01-31T14:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:05:36.208Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>The Neverending Story is so depressing!&lt;br /&gt;The pony died because it was sad! =(&lt;br /&gt;And the black darkness thing just scares me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8710068253296339229?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8710068253296339229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8710068253296339229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8710068253296339229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-7589324339636667644</id><published>2009-01-29T22:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:50:23.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clumsiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>You are the human strobe</title><content type='html'>It's sad when pigs die.&lt;br /&gt;Except that I've been re-reading Animal Farm, and I have a lot less sympathy for them now.&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a car today =/&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;hit it hard.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to look where I'm going. It's amazing I've survived 17 whole years of this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the car was stopped to try and get out onto the road from Centra. It was travelling at 0 miles per hour, so there was a 100% chance I'd live. Driver seemed quite angry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I am very much thankful for good friends and new friends and for the chocolate muffin I just had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-7589324339636667644?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7589324339636667644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-human-strobe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7589324339636667644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7589324339636667644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-human-strobe.html' title='You are the human strobe'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-6464162585585818493</id><published>2009-01-29T17:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:44:21.299Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Spreading happiness</title><content type='html'>I was tired last night. Still am, so this may not make sense =P&lt;br /&gt;After media studies I was taken on an unplanned tour of Banbridge. I found the Tescos at last =]&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the bus to Belfast with my drama class and a nice Dublin person, who apparantly knows Father Jack! We didn't have to pay for the journey there because the ticket machine was broken. I am spoilt by life =]&lt;br /&gt;After ordering a £10 chicken type dish at the Red Panda, I realised I didn't like it so much so I settled for chips, chocolate and coco pops.&lt;br /&gt;We'd decided to see Red Lemon do "Kissing Marigolds" at the Old Museum Arts Centre.&lt;br /&gt;It was different and really lively. I liked it, especially the dog and the naughty nurse ^^&lt;br /&gt;And after an hour at the bus station, we all managed to get home alive- not bad for our class on an unsupervised outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-6464162585585818493?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6464162585585818493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/spreading-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6464162585585818493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6464162585585818493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/spreading-happiness.html' title='Spreading happiness'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-3225878395306924006</id><published>2009-01-27T22:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:16:18.707Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>So tell me...</title><content type='html'>What was I nervous about again?&lt;br /&gt;Auditions went great ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-3225878395306924006?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3225878395306924006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3225878395306924006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3225878395306924006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-tell-me.html' title='So tell me...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-316455130390279307</id><published>2009-01-27T01:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:01:04.730Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Done?&lt;br /&gt;Not quite. That's what mornings in the library are for.&lt;br /&gt;How can someone living 10 minutes away from Belfast possibly be so bad at a Belfast accent?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-316455130390279307?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/316455130390279307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/316455130390279307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/316455130390279307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-3555052876826997536</id><published>2009-01-26T23:50:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:02:00.539Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howrse'/><title type='text'>Howrse talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have about 4 friends who might understand what this is about, and none of them will be reading. But that's okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Story To Save You! 5 years old and so far ahead of what I had expected for her!&lt;br /&gt;I do spoil her though. It was inevitable- she's from my best line. Faster The Chase&gt;I Run To You&gt;FoxDancer&gt;Story To Save You. Can't wait to see how her foals turn out.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be putting Fox's Kiss up for sale sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always reluctant to sell a Spun In Song howrse with good GP and BM items, as I'm never sure how to fix the price and I get so attached to my own ponies&lt;br /&gt;She's cost me something like 5 passes, and I won't get those back from her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fox's Kiss. 1 year old aussie filly with over 442 GP and 135 skills before end of games. Chronos Timer and Water of Youth.&lt;br /&gt;(Sure I can advertise here, it's mine ^^)&lt;br /&gt;She's alright. I just don't seem to have time for her.&lt;br /&gt;Interested? My username is Heartmonster. Pm me and I'll give you a very generous price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-3555052876826997536?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3555052876826997536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/howrse-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3555052876826997536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3555052876826997536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/howrse-talk.html' title='Howrse talk'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-6120390347894612237</id><published>2009-01-26T23:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:48:52.568Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dromore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's a good life, end of discussion =]</title><content type='html'>*should really be preparing for the auditions*&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy just listening to David Letterman on youtube as I type. I just like the sound of his voice and the laughter of the audience. I find it reassures me more than if I had actually learnt and prepared my audition pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long night and I'm not ready to work yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think what happened today should really affect how I see people. That's not fair and I hope that it won't. I'm just glad that everyone's kool now and there's no big dramatic thing going on. I guess I can't blame people who don't understand me well enough to know when something's going to worry or hurt me. And to be honest, I think I have too many negative memories of some people. That's all in the past and I need to stop trying to find those flaws and dig up all the things that concerned me back then. I wouldn't come up too well if people did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I had cake, so that's all good too =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I so nearly have a ponytail. Just a bit more to go!&lt;br /&gt;Although since my hair is way longer at the front than at the back, it's easy to get excited too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Still though, progress ^^&lt;br /&gt;I walked around Dromore last night in the rain with Chris. The water on the streets just kept rising. I liked that, it all seemed really new and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;I think Dromore's a great place for rain, in the most positive way that can be taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-6120390347894612237?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/6120390347894612237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-good-life-end-of-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6120390347894612237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/6120390347894612237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-good-life-end-of-discussion.html' title='It&apos;s a good life, end of discussion =]'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-7760947797116135280</id><published>2009-01-25T17:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:08:51.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>To a good friend....</title><content type='html'>Dear Dry Shampoo,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't get far without you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dry Shampoo. You save me time. You help me to fix my hair in the mornings. You solve my awkward Sunday problem, when my relentlessly greasy hair hasn't been washed from Saturday morning, and needs to be fixed for church before I wash it Sunday night for school. You make it smell nice like coconut... I truly am a fan of your coconutty ways.&lt;br /&gt;You leave a white stain on my head when I first spray you, Dry Shampoo, yet this is a stain of reassurance. "It's ok. I'm here in your hair now and I can solve this! Blimey, your fringe is greasy today!"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dry Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-7760947797116135280?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7760947797116135280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-good-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7760947797116135280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7760947797116135280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-good-friend.html' title='To a good friend....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-3258065249737714132</id><published>2009-01-25T15:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:32:02.454Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oh dear.</title><content type='html'>No way!!&lt;br /&gt;So my Media Studies course isn't going to be a full A-Level anymore! Because apparantly it might interfere with my Academy work! Bad news!&lt;br /&gt;I needed that grade!!! =S&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;SHOCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-3258065249737714132?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3258065249737714132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3258065249737714132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3258065249737714132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-8840636406678074397</id><published>2009-01-25T12:24:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:09:01.327Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>They took all the taste away</title><content type='html'>My last fm.&lt;br /&gt;I do give it a lot of authority over my music. I listen to what it recommends I listen to, and I study my charts like they're going to tell me something new about myself.&lt;br /&gt;And often I can see what mood I've been in from what I've been listening to that week.&lt;br /&gt;My all-time top artist is Relient K. Twice as many plays as anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... I do love Relient K ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then it's Less Than Jake, Taking Back Sunday, Death Cab For Cutie, Ramones, Underoath, Brand New, Emilie Autumn, Pedro The Lion, Socratic, Disney, Billy Talent and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that does sort of make sense.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to find some new music.&lt;br /&gt;My friend introduced me to Jason Mraz, The Lowly Knights and Duke Special. All pretty awesome. Last Fm wants me to listen to Surfjan Stevens, Dave Crowder Band and Kings Of Leon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can anyone recommend anything else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also on the subject of music, I am making a playlist of all the songs I have with the word "lovely" in them. As that is my word of the month ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-8840636406678074397?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/8840636406678074397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-took-all-taste-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8840636406678074397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/8840636406678074397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-took-all-taste-away.html' title='They took all the taste away'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-1928839833472435476</id><published>2009-01-25T11:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:17:12.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>I drew a new face and I laughed.</title><content type='html'>Good morning world!&lt;br /&gt;10.30  isn't a bad time to wake up on a weekend. It's not obvious, but I really hate wasting half my day in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually beginning to find this site a lot more accessible than livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very inspired today. To write, to play drums, to draw or just to walk around and be happy. Maybe I can make other people happy today too. We'll see. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-1928839833472435476?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/1928839833472435476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-drew-new-face-and-i-laughed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1928839833472435476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/1928839833472435476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-drew-new-face-and-i-laughed.html' title='I drew a new face and I laughed.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-10975331630905031</id><published>2009-01-25T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:29:37.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Life flowing from God</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome night ^^&lt;br /&gt;...It's so great to be listening to The Beach Boys. Because who wants winter? =P&lt;br /&gt;Going back a few years, I was reading "Only Forward" by Michael Marshall Smith. (it's a great book, very random, must find it and buy it somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't remember too much besides the fact that I really liked the book, which is my relationship with most of my favourites. But I do remember one line that really stood out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone’s alone in their world, because everyone’s life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I think that's why my favourite memories and all the good times don't make it into writing. If I write it down, I cheapen it, no matter how carefully I choose my words. I can be selfish here. I can keep my happy times to myself. They might change with me, they might get exaggerated or added to, but they're a safe place, and a good place to go to. I can use them, I can build on them and be inspired by them, but I can't rely on them and I can't give them away.&lt;br /&gt;The second part of that little phrase was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm... this is where I have trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Do I trust too much, or not enough? There's a lot that can be solved by talking it over. But I'm too careful to choose what I say and that's dangerous. It doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a really good place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But the thorn in my side has got to be my paranoia and insecurity. I worry over so little, assume the worst in myself and at times I find it very hard to convince myself that people could like me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I either build walls or burn bridges.&lt;br /&gt;It always hits me when I least expect it, when I'm feeling great, when I'm determined to hear God and follow Him as best as I can. And it completely brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;It's great that I'm so blessed with friends who understand me so well that they can take my weird moments and accusations, and then deal with it all when I've calmed down. They're so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's God of course. He knows how I'm feeling, even when I'm ashamed to tell Him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost it. Again. I'm going around in circles. Again. I tried to rely on myself and not You. Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, sometimes I beat myself up over that. I'm letting God down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we had an honest conversation about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told Him that I'm still not really sure who He is, that I try but I can't really get my brain to put it all together. I love how Donald Miller puts that in "Blue Like Jazz"- &lt;em&gt;"I can no more understand the complexity of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's about right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I said that I'm only sure of a few things. I know that He's outside the laws of what I can accept as my reality and I told Him that I don't know how to deal with that. I don't know if I should be terrified of something so great that it hurts to think about it. I am certainly awed by this at least. I know that He loves me. I don't know why or how He can love me. But I know that He does. It's not like movie love or even true earthly love. It's furious and reckless and it's brutal. It's beautiful, but it's not pretty. What happened on the Cross was not pretty. But it was pure love. I think that's kinda awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I began to realise how completely unworthy and how weak I actually am. Defective, cracks showing all through. But somehow that's enough. Somehow I'm still worth the full-price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God knows how to fix me and I saw how much He wants to share that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Down here we try to pretend that God can't see us. Or that He isn't there. That He doesn't care, or that we only have ourselves. We try to control Him, use Him in a formula or just hide from Him. It's not going to work that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God has what we need, and He wants to share. It's all right in front of us. It's so simple, yet we turn away. Destroy ourselves. Tear ourselves apart looking for the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It must be painful to watch. &lt;/div&gt;I don't even know where this is going. I'm just thinking in words.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I want to say is that I do believe in Love and I belong to Love. And here on earth, as Mr Marshall Smith said, it can all burn down, but it's not going to burn out. And what's destroyed will be rebuilt and rebirthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. The tv's on mute but there were some Amish people rubbing ice cream on each other's faces. Then there was a big hay-barn shootout between them and some men in very colourful shirts.&lt;br /&gt;What am I missing?! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-10975331630905031?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/10975331630905031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-awesome-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/10975331630905031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/10975331630905031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-awesome-night.html' title='Life flowing from God'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-410814335006428973</id><published>2009-01-24T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:16:56.005Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>We were taught so much better than this</title><content type='html'>My dogs are so funny =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching them, and when Mystic tries to walk anywhere, Milly runs ahead and stands in front of her so she can't move. She's getting annoyed and making that weird pant/grunt noise. and now they're pushing each other into the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;They're so like me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-410814335006428973?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/410814335006428973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-taught-so-much-better-than-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/410814335006428973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/410814335006428973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-taught-so-much-better-than-this.html' title='We were taught so much better than this'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-7063072799544314393</id><published>2009-01-24T08:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:58:06.120Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed</title><content type='html'>I hate falling asleep in my jeans!&lt;br /&gt;And I am now over two months overdue with Pingy's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she understands my relationship with deadlines now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's the weekend at last. School killed me this week and I really needed sleep. But I did it the wrong way around and slept when I got home last night, then woke up early today. I'm trying not to take so many naps after school either, they sort of screw up my life schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Mornings are great though. Not so much weekends really, because I don't like the TV as much then. (I miss the old-school Pokemon episodes!)&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm off on a school day, "Huzzah" I say!&lt;br /&gt;It's best to be woken up in time to see Will And Grace, or at least to be aware of it before falling asleep again. Then waking up a few hours later to realise your toast and tea have gone cold and neglected and Jeremy Kyle or something is on. One episode while just waking up, still not seeing properly. Then another while sitting up in bed with a new cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is pretty this morning. I really think it's one of the most expressive things in creation.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make a better one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-7063072799544314393?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/7063072799544314393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-falling-asleep-in-my-jeans-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7063072799544314393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/7063072799544314393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-falling-asleep-in-my-jeans-and-i.html' title='I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-161066071822011516</id><published>2009-01-22T23:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:13:53.858Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>I'm falling but I won't look down</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... so the best way to get through drama without having to do the horrible swearing script that I am completely uncomfortable with....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to just audition really badly? In front of everyone too &gt;_&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-161066071822011516?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/161066071822011516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-falling-but-i-wont-look-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/161066071822011516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/161066071822011516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-falling-but-i-wont-look-down.html' title='I&apos;m falling but I won&apos;t look down'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-4765105931485364161</id><published>2009-01-22T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:47:19.000Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So sing along and be prepared to jump</title><content type='html'>A lady congratulated me for my bargain shopping skills ^^&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Yes! I am cheap and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's the last I'll see of the January sales. Not that I mind, I'm not really the shopping type.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very optimistic about 2009. I'm starting in a much better way than the last year, and with a different mindset.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of 2008 wasn't very good but now I can see how all the good stuff held it together. I have some really great memories that I'm bringing with me. It seemed to be such a long year but God's taken me on this really crazy journey through it all and I learnt so much to help me in the future. I've made some amazing friends, grown apart from others and held on to all the most important ones. I've changed my attitude and my outlook on life. I've been challenged and changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see what God can do with me this year =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... How am i getting a bus to Banbridge dressed as Anne Frank?! This could be interesting =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-4765105931485364161?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4765105931485364161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-congratulated-me-for-my-bargain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4765105931485364161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4765105931485364161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-congratulated-me-for-my-bargain.html' title='So sing along and be prepared to jump'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-3539005305386899188</id><published>2009-01-22T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:46:22.830Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>I am captivated, I am vindicated</title><content type='html'>Today... I found a pop-up dinosaur card in Birthdays that clearly wins everything.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome =]&lt;br /&gt;And I have my final extension on my media studies essay. It's gone into it's seventh week now and this is still the first draft. Really must work on that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-3539005305386899188?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/3539005305386899188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3539005305386899188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/3539005305386899188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='I am captivated, I am vindicated'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-5374156822536626896</id><published>2009-01-21T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:10:50.515Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seamonster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>I don't think I'll ever come back down</title><content type='html'>So hopefully I can now get past the obligitory awkward introduction post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda reluctant to introduce myself. I think my blog and profile should speak for themselves eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I do love to write. My ultimate relaxation mode is zoning out over a short story or coming up with character profiles. But I'll admit to being lazy lately =/&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not really a frog ^^&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a seamonster and I like to wave my tentacles around. Accept me =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-5374156822536626896?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/5374156822536626896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-hopefully-i-can-now-get-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5374156822536626896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/5374156822536626896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-hopefully-i-can-now-get-past.html' title='I don&apos;t think I&apos;ll ever come back down'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547752901505062721.post-4743578587292605215</id><published>2009-01-21T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:25:23.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Shiny and lovely</title><content type='html'>I started my livejournal a year ago, almost to the day. It's really kool seeing how much I've changed in a year.&lt;br /&gt;And Livejournal's always going to be my main blog. I don't know if it's the privacy I get there or just because this is scary and new to me, but it's my internet home =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm just branching out here and trying new things ^^&lt;br /&gt;We'll see where it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547752901505062721-4743578587292605215?l=beccaisafrog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/feeds/4743578587292605215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/shiny-and-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4743578587292605215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547752901505062721/posts/default/4743578587292605215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaisafrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/shiny-and-lovely.html' title='Shiny and lovely'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402549538711291748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bzh6M0YqQkw/SoGLaqyym2I/AAAAAAAAABw/DzSIk_Fg9WM/S220/IMG_06189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
