<?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-7329292023979157158</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:17:32.292Z</updated><category term='i am not australian or irish sorry to burst your bubble'/><category term='omgoctopus watches too much mememolly and has a cool webcam making her a robot'/><category term='omgoctopus fratellis pokemon red inspiration lol'/><category term='hi'/><category term='lol'/><title type='text'>forcing myself to like hot beverages.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2438665962112533757</id><published>2012-01-27T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:17:32.306Z</updated><title type='text'>You drive us wild, we'll drive you craaaazy.</title><content type='html'>Oh, fuck.  Look, I'm gonna be totally honest with you.  I forgot about this blog.  Last night, at 4am when I was just drifting off to sleep, I suddenly remembered about it.  I then spent the next half an hour obsessively googling until I remembered the URL and then another half hour reading the nearly two years worth of posts I had on it.  I came to the conclusions that 1) I was ridiculously whiney and annoying and just sdadjkdjskd and 2) my Internet life was significantly more social back in the day.  I posted a lot about wanting a cat so I guess I should clarify that I got one of those and he's the best.  I also seemed to be waging a war with myself on whether I should do an English degree or not and two years later I can safely say that I made the wrong choice.  The plan is to hopefully come back to this blog, I'd like to say I've managed to stick with one of the many social networks I started in 2008 since my illicit affair with YouTube was clearly not meant to be.  Nonetheless, I think we have a good thing going here, Blogger.  I mean, if you can put up with self indulgent fashion posts that is.  Other than rekindling our long lost love, this year I would very much like to achieve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A 2:1 in my second year of uni.&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop being blonde because four years is really enough but I'm just too scared&lt;br /&gt;3) Give metaphorical CPR to my wreck of a social life.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand&lt;br /&gt;4) Stab Topshop and its evil brain controlling ways in its evil brain controlling head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this was a decent enough comeback post and that I don't forget about you again within the next two weeks.  I start university again on Monday so hopefully my WOO OH YEAH I'M GONNA BE SO GOOD THIS SEMESTER WOOOOO attitude will continue over to le old blog if I convince myself that it is 'networking'.  Yeah.  Let's see how this goes, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2438665962112533757?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2438665962112533757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2438665962112533757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2438665962112533757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2438665962112533757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-drive-us-wild-well-drive-you.html' title='You drive us wild, we&apos;ll drive you craaaazy.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3890313147511785715</id><published>2009-09-02T15:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:21:25.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like London</title><content type='html'>On Friday I was awoken at 6:30AM by Calum calling me to tell me he was bored. I hate Calum. However, after about thirty seconds I realised that it was Summer in the City and I had a gathering to get to and a train to catch. After some rushing and some panicking over nearly missing my bus, I made it on the train to Sheffield to meet Conor and Johnny. I'll spare you all the boring details about Conor's train getting cancelled and me spending an hour in a strange city watching homeless people steal newspapers. Next on my itenerary was spending the good part of an hour not moving in a traffic jam near Derby and getting lost just before entering central London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After succesfully delivering Conor to his desired location I met up with Sarah, Beckie and Laura to have fun times in London which involved McDonalds and a sudden rainstorm-- so not really fun times at all. I don't remember much else about Friday other than making friends with some people due to a debate about Digimon and getting pushed into a wall by a zombie and bleeding. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had a night with nearly no sleep at all because of the constant tintinnabulation* I was forced to experience. I spent the next day getting unknowingly sunburned in Hyde Park and approaching random people to say "he'ey".  Saturday was the best day mainly because I bought a Miley Cyrus book, saw some puppies and got to keep my vodka at the venue on the night time. The only downside would be the scary walk to the station by myself at eleven thirty-- but after my overdramatic, distressing tweet Orla and Amy called me to make sure that I was still, y'know... breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had encounters with a lady with no teeth and a drunk man who smiled at me but managed to get to the hostel in one piece thanks to Beckie's determination and running skills. I slept better that night, probably because a few people had said "see you tomorrow" which made me smile as that never happens with internet people. The Sunday consisted of lollipops, homeless people and pigeon feathers-- which make a delightful combination. And then I went home, which I have no desire to write about because I miss London terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm really happy that I got the chance to use tintinnabulation in a real sentence. It means 'the rining of bells' (FYI, my hostel was near St. Paul's Cathedral).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3890313147511785715?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3890313147511785715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3890313147511785715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3890313147511785715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3890313147511785715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-no-place-like-london.html' title='There&apos;s no place like London'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7108271793336507309</id><published>2009-08-27T09:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:04:57.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had this nightmare where my school, for just one subject, had to move to this building in the bad side of town. The building was next to a sandwhich shop and we became friends with the owner-- who had a great resemblance to Luke from Gilmore Girls. A creepy old man who was really odd, but still nice, lived on the other side of the building. Long story short, some form of zombie virus is formed and the old man gets it, but it's really weird and creates a zombie clone of you too. So you have a zombie clone AND the original with the brain craving-- but he's still humanly smart. Then I'm in a bathroom with my mum and we see three huge spiders so I get rid of them and realise (somehow) that the new influx of giant spiders caused it. Then my mum and I plan to get on a train to, uh, Italy for, wait for it, £15! I go and tell my dad but he has the virus and tries to eat me. I learn that the new spiders were threatened, and they infected people who weren't afraid of them-- like the old guy and my dad, and not my mum. I think I survived because I figured it out... and the fact I woke up, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing I had this dream for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) I watched The Happening last night.&lt;br /&gt;2) I also caught a spider before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7108271793336507309?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7108271793336507309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7108271793336507309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7108271793336507309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7108271793336507309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/08/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4543787688752441088</id><published>2009-08-25T03:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:47:33.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>Wow, so... this is awkward. I'm sorry for leaving you, Blogspot. I truly am! It didn't work out with Wordpress. Wanna give it another go? Okay, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is almost over, it wasn’t eventful but in a strange way it was.  I haven’t ventured out with my friends an awful lot; but oddly, I’m okay with that. It was a very YouTube orientated summer, which was very different and wonderful.  I got out of school early, had Vivien stay with me for like two weeks and we did a variety of different things and I spent some time with Lana which I probably wouldn’t have done if I didn’t have an American to amuse. Vivien was like bait, I suppose. A worm. I used her to hook in my friends to spend time with me. Like skipping school to see the latest Harry Potter film.  Or, maybe she’s like a nice shiney piece of tinfoil. Either way, I’m refering to my friend Lana as a bird or a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than having an American eat my food and what not, I didn’t do much. I saw some friends, got questioned by the police, found a new love for Lady GaGa and went a variety of nights without sleep.  I also saw some sharks, that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I will be going to London to spend three days with people I met online. Yeah, I know how to party. I’m looking forward to that a lot. I also passed my AS Levels with good grades, not as good as I would have hoped, but hey, they were good, at least.  I’ll have to work a lot harder next year if my dreams of going here or here are to happen. And who knows, maybe I will actually keep up with this blog this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4543787688752441088?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4543787688752441088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4543787688752441088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4543787688752441088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4543787688752441088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2109731556734722697</id><published>2009-03-07T04:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:37:31.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The "thatoctopus" comparison:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SbH15uztjqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/V7ZrsDsiqn8/s1600-h/naziii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SbH15uztjqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/V7ZrsDsiqn8/s320/naziii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295807812800162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach believes that we are very similar, and I disagree. He thinks that we should make a collab channel called "thatoctopus", and I disagree... once again. He doesn't think he has poofy hair, and I disagree. Get the point? I AM NOT LIKE THATFREAKINGZAK. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reasons I am like Zach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alledgedly, we are both jerks.&lt;br /&gt;- We both prefered the anime of Digimon to Pokémon.&lt;br /&gt;- We both always chose the water type in the Pokémon games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reasons I am NOT like Zach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do not have poofy hair.&lt;br /&gt;- I do not own a penis.&lt;br /&gt;- "I don't suck"- contributed by Leah. ("THAT DOESN'T COUNT"- Zach.)&lt;br /&gt;- He likes the Welsh-- and I do not. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feel free to contribute more. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2109731556734722697?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2109731556734722697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2109731556734722697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2109731556734722697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2109731556734722697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-thatoctopus-comparison.html' title='The &quot;thatoctopus&quot; comparison:'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SbH15uztjqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/V7ZrsDsiqn8/s72-c/naziii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2354494728206929886</id><published>2009-03-03T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:50:03.980Z</updated><title type='text'>A shining new era is tip-toeing nearer...</title><content type='html'>I hate England. I'm rather annoyed that I have to stay in England all through the summer. I have a lot of money. My own money... because I save it. I can do what I want with my money, and I'll be seventeen in a matter of months so... yeah. There is just one thing stopping me for waddling around various corners of places that arent' in England: college. Urgh. Last summer, they let us leave after our exams... so I left in early June. This year, they are making us stay and start next year's work already. It's so pointless. So, I have to stay in college untill July 17th. I think that Leah and Vivien are coming on the 13th or something... so I'll skip the last few days. I have August to stuff in, but that will still involve England. I don't care about Summer In The City anymore, just because it's in England. I've already been to London once this year. It smells sickening and I always feel bad because the homeless people sometimes make me laugh a little. I don't know whether to keep saving my money, on the off chance that I could go somewhere this year... or blow it all on a Macbook. The choice is: evil-country-that-must-die V.S pretty-computer-that-doesn't-turn-itself-off. *Sigh* So, all in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2354494728206929886?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2354494728206929886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2354494728206929886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2354494728206929886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2354494728206929886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-england.html' title='A shining new era is tip-toeing nearer...'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5145374625348081442</id><published>2009-02-26T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:34:20.829Z</updated><title type='text'>Ich liebe dich.</title><content type='html'>I feel really sick at the moment. I want some juice but I can't bring myself to get up to get any. Two minutes ago, I was absolutely freezing-- now I feel like i'm gonna boil to death.  My dad says I have to go to bed at eleven tonight, but I'll probably just play Pokémon in bed or go on mobile Twitter or something. I don't want to go to school tomorrow but I'll be really behind on ICT if I miss a lesson... even though I haven't finished any of the work. I can't wait untill June, and I'll never have to ICT ever again. Ever. Speaking of things I don't want to do ever again: maths. I SUCK at maths. I sat my maths GCSE last year-- and failed.  I took it again and failed once more. I'm the only one in the group of kids who failed for the second time who is trying again. Everyone else gave up. I don't even know if I need it for university or not. I already have my ALAN thingy in maths (Adult Literacy and Numeracy... it was easyyyy. ^_^) But... oh God... I can't carry on... I wanna go vomit or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5145374625348081442?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5145374625348081442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5145374625348081442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5145374625348081442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5145374625348081442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ich-liebe-dich.html' title='Ich liebe dich.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5767266285235247757</id><published>2009-02-21T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:10:48.172Z</updated><title type='text'>Space Travel</title><content type='html'>Today I cleaned my room. And when I say "cleaned", I mean, REALLY cleaned it. My mother didn't tell me to do it. I have come to the conclusion that when she makes me clean it, I either A) won't do it or B) do it half heartedly. But, whilst I was cleaning, I found all of my American money and then got sad. I also found lots of my old Disneyworld tickets so I put them in photo collage thing-- which now consists of New York, London and Florida things (like tickets... yeah, I'm lame like that.) I also found my iPod, which is great because I swore that I had lost it. So, the whole day has consisted of cleaning, Animal Cops Arizona, The Great Gatsby and To Kill A Mockingbird. Truthfully, I shouldn't be reading the latter, but I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hatehatehatehatehate&lt;/span&gt; A Streetcar Named Desire and I'm fed up of writing about death and desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5767266285235247757?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5767266285235247757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5767266285235247757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5767266285235247757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5767266285235247757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/space-travel.html' title='Space Travel'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2430638971641033454</id><published>2009-02-17T16:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:10:07.437Z</updated><title type='text'>"Above this dull apartment view,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh, I will suround you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a call with Leah last night, and I was discussing how I am picking up other people's mannerisms and stuff.  Like, I never used to swear as much as I do now... and I blame two things for this. 1) iminlikewithyou and 2) Vivien.  Another thing I have started to do is say "what the crap", which is a total Leah-esque thing to say. Oh, I also say "y'all" now, which is again, due to Leah.  In fact, there is more. I listen to Christian rap now... stupid southern girl getting me addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God, I read the whole of that bible from New York at the weekend.  It doesn't even tell me how to repent! False advertising, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EDIT: I just @replied Bridget on Twitter, and called her "/b/"... guessing I've subconciously taken that from Adam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2430638971641033454?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2430638971641033454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2430638971641033454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2430638971641033454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2430638971641033454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/above-this-dull-apartment-view.html' title='&quot;Above this dull apartment view,'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3721011808117957375</id><published>2009-02-14T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:56:29.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrap, homeboy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SZcTdsvKIaI/AAAAAAAAALI/d-VDtvD3z-U/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SZcTdsvKIaI/AAAAAAAAALI/d-VDtvD3z-U/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728487198138786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Yo, faggot! Buy two gerbils so the fuckers can talk and shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard is now deciding it does not like the 's' key. See? I had to hit that, like... three times to get it to work. Darn computer. Anyway, so, I'm writing this blog because I am infact &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; thirsty, which is an odd reason to be spilling my thoughts onto the interwebz, I know... but, still: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am thirsty.&lt;/span&gt; My mother hasn't gotten any drinks yet, she thinks that just because she is getting married in like two weeks, I don't deserve to be provided with drinks. Bitch. *Lesigh* I'm quite looking forward to the two weeks I get to stay at my dad's when she is in Jamaica. Even though, let's face it, I'll probably never eat and be late for college everyday. He is the "fun parent", otherwise known as the "irresponsible parent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is actually home tonight... boo. This means that I'll have to be in the freezing cold lounge if I want to be nocturnal tonight. I'm kinda dreading moving house, incase I won't be able to Skype as often.  But, if I don't have Skype, what will I do? Because I certainly don't plan to ever leave my bedroom unless absolutely necessary. Oh, there goes that darn 's' key again... But, yeah, I'm thinking of buying a mini fridge, haha. Bleh, maybe she'll finally go get me some damn drinks soon... we can only hope, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3721011808117957375?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3721011808117957375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3721011808117957375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3721011808117957375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3721011808117957375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/brrrrrap-homeboy.html' title='Brrrrrap, homeboy.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SZcTdsvKIaI/AAAAAAAAALI/d-VDtvD3z-U/s72-c/Picture+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8584408855268955557</id><published>2009-02-08T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:26:57.781Z</updated><title type='text'>Head for hills-- the kitchen's on fire!</title><content type='html'>Username: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omgoctopus&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced: oh-em-gee-octopus. Not oh-my-god-octopus, not -oh-my-goctopus and not om-goctopus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you pick it?: I like alliterations and I like octopi. Problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you first subscribe to?: Nerimon, on this account. Whataboutadam, originally, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you most recently subscribe to?: Vivien's second account, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?: Oh, God... it's from a YouTuber, what does this say about my life? "I'm going to sleep now that I've had my tiny bit of fun! :D Goodnight Octopusface xxxxxxx"- BethOnTop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any goals?: Leave England. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Uh... new hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the person who posted this using one line?: He's a Southern, poofy haired jerk that molests himself on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited about anything?: Leah and Vivien and Summer In The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush? I have a crush on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been drunk?: I'm far too classy for that, plz. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first Youtube you met in real life?: itscalum010... he attacked me with a hug before I even knew it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last Youtuber you met in real life?: LauraTheSmall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer day or night?: Night time for me, day time for America. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a member of any collab channels?: Eww, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret account?: My first account. Aww, baby Rosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: If you give me proof, I will. Agnostic FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which youtuber do you talk to the most?: Leah, Vivien (when she's online :/), Adam, Bridget, Jeremy, Justin and jerkfa-- uh, I mean Zach. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Youtuber do you think makes the best videos?: communitychannel? idkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?: Facebook married to Vivien. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date a smoker?: Eww, that would taste icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place?: Your bed. No, it's America. Or maybe America's bed? Does America have a bed? Or is it like a tectonic plate or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: If I'm awake when I'm supposed to be sleeping, I'm delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the person who posted this?: Zach answered this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[22:13:02] Zak: and for the part that says&lt;br /&gt;[22:13:08] Zak: would you kiss the person that posted this?&lt;br /&gt;[22:13:08] Zak: you put&lt;br /&gt;[22:13:12] Zak: yes, passionately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you take to the desert island?: I'd take Zach, becaus he's bringing the whole of America with him. But, I'd also take a football... y'know, like Wilson in Castaway? I don't like it when he floats away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or snow?: I hate the cold... and it snows when it is cold.  However, I hate when it's REALLY warm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last speak to on the phone? My father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last text?: BethOnToppppp, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tommorow?: College, boo. Unless I totally loose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite flavour of potato chips?: I'm not a huge fan of them, to be honest. O_o (By the way, they are called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What size are your feet?: 3/4 ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?: Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need?: Sleep? And to be less sick? And just to be awkward... Oregon? Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you remember?: I have an awful memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish?: Cliché. I wish for all the wishes in the world... ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8584408855268955557?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8584408855268955557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8584408855268955557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8584408855268955557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8584408855268955557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/head-for-hills-kitchens-on-fire.html' title='Head for hills-- the kitchen&apos;s on fire!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-775485347665031696</id><published>2009-02-08T05:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:15:38.466Z</updated><title type='text'>"How do you make a dead baby float?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You baptise it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Leah and myself. We're... uh... LCOctopus? OMGsings? Uh... well, we're something, alright. Currently, it is 5AM. I feel one hundred percent absolutely zombie-fied. I want to go to sleep.  SKALJKLBJKLLJKJHUIiiH!  *Yawns* I keep forgetting i'm writing this blog... I actually started ten minutes ago, I'm just zoning out a lot. I am listening to the sound of Leah. *Sleepsleep* AAAGH! I forgot about it again... but, look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[05:07:27] Zak: go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[05:07:48] Rosy: i don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;[05:07:49] Rosy: -_-&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:16] Zak: yes you do&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:20] Zak: bed time&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:22] Zak: now plz&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:47] Rosy: you're right&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:51] Rosy: i do want sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[05:08:57] Rosy: but i'm not gonna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-775485347665031696?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/775485347665031696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=775485347665031696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/775485347665031696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/775485347665031696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-you-make-dead-baby-float.html' title='&quot;How do you make a dead baby float?&quot;'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1419141630234354695</id><published>2009-02-03T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:43:15.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the thinks you can think!</title><content type='html'>My inspiration is dead. I'm so worried. I haven't written anything in so long now. It's making me realise that I probably will fail at university. It sucks to know that your future is going absolutely nowhere. Maybe I will end up taking fashion journalism... i'm 50/50 on them both right now. I think that I would enjoy the lifestlye I may get out of LCF more than a creative writing one. And I suppose that it would be lovely to spend three years with my best friend. And it has history and politics and, and, and... and to be honest the only reason I gave up wanting to go to LCF was because my mother said I couldn't do it. She's lovely like that, y'see? Oh, well, I'm finished listening to her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, no inspiration at all. I haven't added to my last story in a few weeks.  I feel no emotion for Flora anymore, maybe i'll kill her off? But, I do like Dearing, and I don't want him to be lonely. Also, the last poem that I wrote was about three weeks ago because analysing Tennyson is sucking the creativity right out of my inspiration veins. Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1419141630234354695?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1419141630234354695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1419141630234354695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1419141630234354695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1419141630234354695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-thinks-you-can-think.html' title='Oh, the thinks you can think!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2289310467580364311</id><published>2009-02-01T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:23:03.596Z</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I'm Mr Brightside.</title><content type='html'>I went to a pet shop with my dad yesterday. I wanted a tortoise, a parrot, a rabbit or a hamster. I am not allowed any of them. But, I am getting a lobster. Well, quite a few lobsters. That's pretty awesome, right? I refuse to name any of them Hector, sorry, Zombie Chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S- WHITE RABBITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2289310467580364311?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2289310467580364311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2289310467580364311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2289310467580364311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2289310467580364311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-im-mr-brightside.html' title='&apos;Cause I&apos;m Mr Brightside.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4765652478058157243</id><published>2009-01-28T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:30:58.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Je suis la lait!</title><content type='html'>Bleh, because of stupid exams, realistically, bye bye Oregon! :'[ But I have my summer of Leah and Vivien coming up in 5/6 months. Which may include Paris, if we're lucky! Even though I live so close to France, and visited it a fair few times, I have never seen Paris, which sucks. Now, I keep having panic attacks incase I am still at college/doing exams when Leah and Vivien are coming. I'll ask somebody in the year above if I get study leave or not... if we do, then Operation Rovile (Vilero/Lerovi/Virole/Leviro/Rolevi) shall commence! And then hopefully, I will go to America with them after England/Paris. Eeee, so excited for summer now... I do hope that it all pulls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of college, which I gurantee y'all, will be the death of me; I'm gonna fail ICT. I will probably fail Media Studies too, and heck... maybe English Language if I don't stop cutting class. I think I have a fair chance with literature though... because I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this blog was supposed to say: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate college, let me go to Oregon now, please. I want summer to come quickly, but not really, because I have my exams. Aaagh, my mind hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I'm pretty hungry too. Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4765652478058157243?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4765652478058157243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4765652478058157243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4765652478058157243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4765652478058157243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-suis-la-lait.html' title='Je suis la lait!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4000207740272879840</id><published>2009-01-25T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:52:45.907Z</updated><title type='text'>Mine is a gin.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a party, but as I have to film for Media Studies tomorrow, I had to leave at 11PM. So, my phone battery died, and I could not get in contact with my dad. I had to walk home. By myself. With no jacket. In the dark. At 11PM at night. Ohhh, wait, wait, it gets better! The alley I had to walk down- wait for it- has been the home for many a rape attack! I was awfully scared and freezing cold and I kept seeing shadows that I did not like, not one bit. This has put me in a horrible mood. Not even The Fratellis, Zombie Chat quotations and the American Eagle website can cheer me up. All I want now is just to wrap myself in a very large blanket, watch The Nightmare Before Christmas and talk about the summer with somebody. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4000207740272879840?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4000207740272879840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4000207740272879840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4000207740272879840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4000207740272879840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hers-is-tonic-mine-is-gin.html' title='Mine is a gin.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7368716770330552180</id><published>2009-01-21T09:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:56:35.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Turn all the lights down now!</title><content type='html'>I feel that I always must blog at college whilst eating my Special K Mini Breaks. Yum. I am supposed to be doing another essay on A Streetcar Named Desire, but I detest that play so five of us from literature are refusing to do. I'll just use the old Rosy Bea charm on her. ;] I'm hackin' the school's internet and having a rave to Blink 182 using my Skype headset, I look so lame right now. I think i'm gonna go through the Zombie Chat and put all of the inside jokes and funny/cute quotations and put them on one huge word document. I do love the Zombie Chat. I love spamming Twitter about the Zombie Chat. I also love Leah, even though she left the Zombie Chat. If things to to plan, we'll be raping each other's houses this summer. It shall be "that's what she said" galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what you're missing in the Zombie Chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[18:53:54] Adam says: and the rape has to be rape with protection at the very least...&lt;br /&gt;[18:53:58] Adam says: because dammit,&lt;br /&gt;[18:54:06] Adam says: i am a christian AND a conservative&lt;br /&gt;[18:54:16] Adam says: but if you ever got pregnant with brian peppers' baby&lt;br /&gt;[18:54:22] Adam says: i would abort that sonofabitch myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7368716770330552180?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7368716770330552180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7368716770330552180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7368716770330552180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7368716770330552180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-all-lights-down-now.html' title='Turn all the lights down now!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7052078561974295496</id><published>2009-01-19T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:03:49.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Sic Transit Gloria</title><content type='html'>So, today I had an epiphany, if you will... I decided I do want to go to America this summer afterall. Here is my list of reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wanna try Milk Duds.&lt;br /&gt;2) I wanna try Oreo Poptarts.&lt;br /&gt;3) I wanna try Count Chocula.&lt;br /&gt;4) I wanna touch thatzak's hair.&lt;br /&gt;5) I wanna be gangsta in Atlanta with mah homegurl, LCSsings, yo!&lt;br /&gt;6) I wanna be on the same timezone as some of my best friends for once.&lt;br /&gt;7) I wanna make all my IRL friends jealous.&lt;br /&gt;8) I wanna drink my body weight in Mountain Dew... again.&lt;br /&gt;9) I wanna bring the Americans some Irn Bru to try.&lt;br /&gt;10) I wanna go to America again. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7052078561974295496?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7052078561974295496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7052078561974295496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7052078561974295496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7052078561974295496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sic-transit-gloria.html' title='Sic Transit Gloria'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4390815233319780141</id><published>2009-01-17T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:49:49.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the Sheffield Gathering. When I got there, I couldn't see anyone I knew and felt all "uhhh... crap" but then Calum, like, attacked me... so that was a fun way to say hello.  I then met Laura (thesmall... who is infact taller than me :|), and we spoke untill Sarah and Amber and others came. We sat on the floor and filmed stuff untill other people came. We then set off to go to the center, and when some of us went in Starbucks... the rest walked off. Then we split up for lunch, so Calum, Laura, Sarah, Amber, Michelle and I went to McDonalds... and I usually hate McDonalds but it was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calum then ditched us... and we all got lost. So we filmed lots of random stuff to amuse us! When we found everyone again (no thanks to Calum), we set off once again and went to the Winter Gardens (or something like that). This is when I saw Hatti and she gave me like the greatest hug in the universe! It hurt though... ouch. ¬_¬ Then Ian attacked me, before getting told off for climbing the fountain.  We went into a coffee shop then, and all crowded round a few small tables. We attempted to play Frustration... but that didn't work. O_o After a wonderful clip I filmed with Hatti, and after I attacked Calum a few more times, Laura and I set off to the station. I have a Team HatticusLex badge, two glow stick bracelets and a Frustration piece that Ian gave me, despite it not belonging to him to begin with.  I then had to attempt to find my father without any battery in my phone, 'cause I'm smart like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hug some lovely YouTubers when I left though. ^_^ (Hatti's hug still won. It's gonna be hard for someone to compete with that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4390815233319780141?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4390815233319780141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4390815233319780141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4390815233319780141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4390815233319780141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1840931328110746529</id><published>2009-01-15T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:07:10.676Z</updated><title type='text'>If you miss me, have no fear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUI, JA, HAI!&lt;br /&gt;NON, NEIN, LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it pretty hilarious that I hated when I learnt French, German and Japanese but now that I've quit I miss them. Well, I don't miss Japanese that much. I miss German so badly, yet, I used to hate it! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Vivien's latest blog entry... she get's to skip class to go buy Starbucks. I get to skip class and go play video games. The difference? She lives in LA and I live in... England *shudders*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I go to the Sheffield YouTube gathering on Saturday. I finally get to meet a few people who I've been speaking to for a while! And then, Saturday is my home alone night... which means... SKYPE ALL NIGHT! Ooooh, I love my messed up sleep patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1840931328110746529?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1840931328110746529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1840931328110746529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1840931328110746529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1840931328110746529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-miss-me-have-no-fear.html' title='If you miss me, have no fear!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7142254595947970573</id><published>2009-01-12T23:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:21:12.105Z</updated><title type='text'>i luv mah fanboyz! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>[04:37:15] Justin says: omgoctopus  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:37:19] Justin says: *SO DREAMY*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:37:27] Adam says: OMFG I NO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:37:34] Jeremy says: inorite!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:37:58] Adam says: liek omg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:08] Adam says: i dont even no how 2 describ it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:35] Adam says: its liek&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:38] Adam says: u look @ her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:43] Adam says: and all of a sudden&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:45] Adam says: O_O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[04:38:46] Adam says: jizz in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pantz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7142254595947970573?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7142254595947970573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7142254595947970573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7142254595947970573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7142254595947970573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/043712-justin-says-zomg-043713-justin.html' title='i luv mah fanboyz! &lt;3'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1504137558646610179</id><published>2009-01-11T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:07:02.826Z</updated><title type='text'>I can't get you out of my hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWliKJfiZpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zPq57QV3coY/s1600-h/ryuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWliKJfiZpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zPq57QV3coY/s320/ryuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289867163809769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you just want to walk into a supermarker and see that? I sure do. Ryuk &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 3:00 AM and I have an ICT exam tomorrow. I'm going to fail it. Balls. 0_o Today was boring, to be honest. I went to bed at 5AM, woke up at 10AM, spoke to Justin and Kimmi on Skype for 30 minutes or so and then went back to sleep. I woke up at 14:30, and told Chago my elaborate murder plan. I then went to my friend's house, and then saw Twilight. I then had the joys of walking home in the dark by myself. That was horrible. Then I went back to the accurately named "Zombie Chat" for a few hours, with various calls happening. I watched a few BlogTV shows and now here I am... because everyone has just stopped speaking. I think there's a call but i'm not in it. I'm too tired to go to bed. ¬_¬ Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1504137558646610179?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1504137558646610179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1504137558646610179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1504137558646610179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1504137558646610179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-get-you-out-of-my-hair.html' title='I can&apos;t get you out of my hair.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWliKJfiZpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zPq57QV3coY/s72-c/ryuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5549523215385876503</id><published>2009-01-05T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:34:47.108Z</updated><title type='text'>It's not a side effect of the cocaine, I am thinking it must be love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparantly my Skype contacts blog was too hard and too... uh... harsh.  If you still haven't figured yourself out, *points downwards* GO DO IT NOW! ^_^ According to Leah, I caused quite a few little worries over who was in the mean category.  I love causing conundrums, hence why I should be a Slytherin and not a stinking Ravenclaw, THAT WEBSITE LIES! :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to to college tomorrow, I have an ICT exam within the next few days and I honestly have no idea which day because I lost the exam timetable.  I haven't even started revising, even though I got an ungradable on the practice text ¬_¬ It's not my fault though... the whole class failed because our teacher doesn't teach us anything relevent... he just plays Nintendo Wii.  I honestly have no idea why I chose ICT this year, it's horrible subject. I should have chosen classical civilisations... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish reading Death Note but my stupid mother keeps forgetting to bring it home from my soon-to-be-step-dad's house. Oh, speaking of, I move houses in just over a month... I don't want to! I love this house... as small as it may be. My new bedroom is absolutely freezing, it's gorgeous, but it's freezing. But if this house doesn't rent out then when Leah and Vivien come to England we will stay here and have house raves every night... and broadcast them on BlogTV. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ooooh, guess what?! My self dicipline is getting, slightly, better.  Last night, after I turned the computer off, I was checking mobile Twitter, and was informed that Adam was live (as he does everynight after I go to "sleep" ¬_¬), and all my friends were tweeting that they were there... so I was gonna go back online... BUT I RESISTED! Are you proud, guys? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWIMTtrkdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dwqiqR9RSuo/s1600-h/palace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWIMTtrkdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dwqiqR9RSuo/s320/palace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287802445305771682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O HAI THUR, BUCKINGHAM PALACE! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5549523215385876503?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5549523215385876503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5549523215385876503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5549523215385876503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5549523215385876503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-side-effect-of-cocaine-i-am.html' title='It&apos;s not a side effect of the cocaine, I am thinking it must be love.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SWIMTtrkdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dwqiqR9RSuo/s72-c/palace2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-477261650094626967</id><published>2009-01-04T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:12:57.921Z</updated><title type='text'>*licks*</title><content type='html'>I just got back from London.  I saw Wicked.  I spent a lot of money.  I went to Platform 9 3/4.  I saw the Queen's house.  It was fun.  But, now, I'm doing that lame Skype contact thing because it is 00:20 in the morning and I'm trying to bore myself to sleep.  Geez, I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*INSERT RANDOM ORDER HERE PLZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We insult each other a lot. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to your rod. (well, that one's hard ¬_¬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see your videos before you release them on the interwebz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are.  Get off my Skype list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my first YouTube friend, *giggles* (another hard one &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't speak to you as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many private jokes even though we barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like you that much. Go away, plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't speak anymore.  Explain this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I totally forgot I had you on this untill I just saw your name.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to delete you. I'm gonna do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never make up my mind whether I really love you or really hate you. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like speaking to you, but you're never online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you add me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only speak in group conversations, it's sort of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked for my Skype and then never spoke to me. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added me from a group conversation and I don't know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you when my microphone breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me highly interesting conversations, thanks. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make no sense, it makes you amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide whether we are friends or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've drifted apart now... that sucks. :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it took us this long to meet! I think you're bloody brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you never speak to me anymore? I mean... you added me. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should speak more, I think we are compatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me accept you and I feel too bad to delete you. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing. Let's be bffs forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You provide me with fantastic conversations despite our timezones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not speak.  I am fine with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously worried over our conversational topics, yet, I love them. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only ever speak to each other in group calls, but they're always funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who you are, I think you're on my iminlikewithyou friend's list...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realise that you're a prick and there is a reason that nobody likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aggrivate me.  A lot.  But we're still friends.  *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. ¬_¬ *is still not tired*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-477261650094626967?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/477261650094626967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=477261650094626967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/477261650094626967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/477261650094626967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2009/01/licks.html' title='*licks*'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2765566344095627975</id><published>2009-01-01T04:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:15:58.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Strike a violent pose!</title><content type='html'>Another insomniac blog? Too bloody right.  It's 04:09AM and I haven't felt this tired in a long time. It feels glorious! &lt;3  I have MCR on full blast right now, which is probably a really bad idea.  Bridget tweeted I should stay awake and Leah says to sleep.  I may have to listen to the Southerner for once.  We stayed on Skype untill 8AM this morning, I slept from 8:45-12:00.  It was pretty awesome.  Leah may be coming to England in the summer, a long with Vivien.  This is amazing.  I am also prosponing the four year long dream of a Macbook, which I finally have the sufficient funds for, to travel this year.  I will leave you with this quotation from one of my favourite books, I really like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Renaming the boat won't solve any of our problems."- Violet Baudelaire. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, P.S- HAPPY 2009, GUYS! Let's make it a good one, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2765566344095627975?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2765566344095627975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2765566344095627975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2765566344095627975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2765566344095627975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/strike-violent-pose.html' title='Strike a violent pose!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6625776871989579338</id><published>2008-12-31T08:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:24:29.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 2009!</title><content type='html'>I am writing this after another night of absolutely no sleep.  It was fun, Leah and Adam kept me company. Adam has gone to bed, Leah is still up with me.  Speaking of Leah and Adam, Leah and I are saving up to go to Portland in the summer.  Oh, and Vivien, you're coming too.  But, my new years resoloution is to be able to afford the travels I expect to have this year.  Sorry, Macbook, looks like you will have to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 08:23AM, and I need to sleep. But I do not plan to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6625776871989579338?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6625776871989579338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6625776871989579338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6625776871989579338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6625776871989579338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-2009.html' title='Hello, 2009!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2807804487226592452</id><published>2008-12-30T06:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:27:02.138Z</updated><title type='text'>*lesigh*</title><content type='html'>I am angry at myself. I did not mind when I slipped into an EST time zone... but now, PST? You're kidding, right? No, Rosy, no I am not.  Last night I got four hours sleep.  I went to bed at like four thrirty, and was all snuggled up in my bed- I checked mobile Twitter... and I see that Adam had gone live! So I snook back downstairs and got the headphones and charger and planned to watch Adam thinking that "oh, it can't last that much over an hour".  Oh, how I was wrong. It finished at something ridiculous at like seven AM my time.  I should have gone to bed, they were all trying there hardests to make me go though. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am again. I went to bed at 5AM, couldn't sleep after ten minutes... got a shower, felt more awake and came back online. Nobody is online for me to talk to. :'[ *cries* Leah is going to bed soon, boo! So, now at 06:25 AM, I may have to finally admit defeat and sleep. Booooo!  I have to wake up at 12 tomorrow to see my cousins.  Wait? That's in 51/2 hours. That means that in like 48 hours I have only slept 91/2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME, INTERNET! I HATE YOU! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I love my friends. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2807804487226592452?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2807804487226592452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2807804487226592452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2807804487226592452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2807804487226592452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesigh.html' title='*lesigh*'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-41741340167621805</id><published>2008-12-23T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:30:50.421Z</updated><title type='text'>Guess what...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SVFYTZJYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5hd9o6qO3hw/s1600-h/29102008650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SVFYTZJYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5hd9o6qO3hw/s400/29102008650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283100928073277858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hand fed these pigeons a low fat chocolate chunk granola bar on the top of the Empire State Building.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fixed my blog. So, back to this one! Sorry to confuse y'all.  I wrote this blog to inform you all that Vivien left 25 minutes ago and I miss her already. ^_^ She is calling me from London tomorrow, so yay for that! Aww, she just @replied me on Twitter. *Butterflies* Oh, and Zach and Tom and I have a secret and you don't know it. Mwuhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-41741340167621805?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/41741340167621805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=41741340167621805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/41741340167621805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/41741340167621805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what.html' title='Guess what...'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SVFYTZJYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5hd9o6qO3hw/s72-c/29102008650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7648550202396843708</id><published>2008-12-11T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:25:29.718Z</updated><title type='text'>They don't come much more sick than you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SUFZckiMOPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_P7YQtZHE4/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SUFZckiMOPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_P7YQtZHE4/s400/Picture+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278598585633224946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I took my laptop to school planning to do work. Needless to say, I did not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sad. :[ These past nine weeks have been absolutely horrible and I might have to go live with my dad soon, if things carry on like this anyway.  I'm dreading Christmas. I mean, it's pretty obvious I hate it. I love the build up to it, all the lights and wrapping up warm and such, but I hate the day. I'm getting money this year, so I'm not gonna get to open stuff up, and I have to have it at my soon-to-be-step-dad's house.  Which, if you can't guess, I'm dreading. I just want to sit at home all day by myself and watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas, because Dr. Seuss makes everything better.  Maybe I can pursuade my mum to let me stay at home by myself, if things carry on this way, maybe she'd prefer if it I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S- Still undecided on the haircut, it's a mix between a six year old boy and Agnes Deyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S- I'm going to listen to more depressive music now, bye. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7648550202396843708?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648550202396843708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7648550202396843708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7648550202396843708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7648550202396843708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-dont-come-much-more-sick-than-you.html' title='They don&apos;t come much more sick than you.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SUFZckiMOPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V_P7YQtZHE4/s72-c/Picture+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5247189354428389545</id><published>2008-12-10T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:56:40.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>Has Nanalew ever written you a poem? No? Here, you can read the one she wrote for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[20:41:35] Shawna says: oh here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[20:41:38] Shawna says: i wrote this for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[20:41:38] Shawna says: Rosy has a shellfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A pretty little shellfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of  cream and pink and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little purple too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosy's pretty shellfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is manic and so selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wants to eat her brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nummy nummy brain.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have spoken to Leah more again these past few weeks :] Like I used to, I like it. YAY!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I also got my hair cut off even shorter. I look like a six year old boy. Srsly. Not cool. ¬_¬ I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;can't get into Katherines, I mean I loveloveloved Paper Towns, and especially Alaska... but I've tried to read Katherines twice now, it's just not happening! BLEH! Also, I hate all of you irl people. You can just go suck it. :] Internet Rosanna is not for you guys. K? Good! Oh, and I miss Vivien to the moon and back. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5247189354428389545?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5247189354428389545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5247189354428389545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5247189354428389545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5247189354428389545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-hey-you-you-i-could-be-your.html' title='Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4973328227671898164</id><published>2008-12-06T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:10:29.194Z</updated><title type='text'>One light, one mind, flashing in the dark,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a Sti (it may just be my warped mind, but you read it as 'ess tea eye', don't you? ;P) in my eye.  I have to put eye drops in it every two hours. It's tedious, I tell you. So, today I have been wrapped up in my bed watching South Park episodes that haven't aired in England yet. I have also drunk half of my body weight in Irn Bru (&lt;3), and rummaged under my bed for my Lemony Snicket books. If I'm gonna be an absurdist fiction author I have to keep reading utter nonsense, right? ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. My mum won't be home untill later so I have to cook my own tea, which is chicken and salad. I am hoping I'll have people to skype with later though, so I don't get lonely.  I think I'm getting cat, a Siamese cat.  I want to call her Alaska. My mum should never trust me with naming animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaaaaaaagh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/aaaaaaaagh.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4973328227671898164?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973328227671898164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4973328227671898164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4973328227671898164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4973328227671898164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-light-one-mind-flashing-in-dark.html' title='One light, one mind, flashing in the dark,'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3069539633812316848</id><published>2008-11-30T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:07:37.498Z</updated><title type='text'>My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sat in my PJs and I am really tired. However, I didn't sit up and talk to Vivien and Leah and people last night (blame my mother). It was productive though... I pursuaded my mum that we need a cat and finished Death Note #2. Last night I didn't go to a party because I felt ill and because I hate parties were my social group drink, because they act like idiots and it makes me think "WHY DO I KNOW THESE PEOPLE?" which makes me hate the fact I live in the North of England, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;that for company. No offence guys, just learn to handle your drink and not act like a twat. Kthnx. ^_^ I can haz new friends plz? I can live in London or New York or Los Angeles or somewhere other than this poop hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/STKcvaCksJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dMuNNhm3vAg/s1600-h/quenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/STKcvaCksJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dMuNNhm3vAg/s400/quenne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274450451862171794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These people are lovely when perfectly sober. Well, not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lovely&lt;/span&gt;. But the kid on the right did get me a Tails (from Sonic) teddy for my birthday. On another note: OMG BROWN HAIR HAHAHAHAHAH*breathes*HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/STKd2qzcmwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8lJRETfgfWE/s1600-h/wert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/STKd2qzcmwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8lJRETfgfWE/s400/wert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274451676132842242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and my American Exchange hasn't replied to my emails. Question: If I stayed at your house and ate your Cheerios for a week... would you ever get in contact with me again? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3069539633812316848?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3069539633812316848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3069539633812316848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3069539633812316848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3069539633812316848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mouth-moves-too-fast-for-you-to.html' title='My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/STKcvaCksJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dMuNNhm3vAg/s72-c/quenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-305602043455066158</id><published>2008-11-23T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:48:11.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep.</title><content type='html'>Sleep deprivition is not good. I have been on Skype with Leah (LCSsings), Viv (feellinecancer), Zach (thatzak) and Tom (randomprodinc) for hours now. (YourAverage) Adam left a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am tired. But I want to watch YouYubeLive.  Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am starving. But I don't have Rice Krispies, only Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Leah and Zach argue about stuff.  Viv is watching a video, and I am too tired to sleep.  I'm sat downstairs on the laptop (I never do this) with the lamp on, I'm just staring at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah: Rosy, are you awake?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Makes popping noise with mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if she heard me or not... but I'm too tired to speak. Oh, i just typed "i'm too tired to sleep" Is that a sign? ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrz. Bye. No sleep. Just... sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-305602043455066158?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/305602043455066158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=305602043455066158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/305602043455066158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/305602043455066158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6829092380165415219</id><published>2008-11-09T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:41:11.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, Baltimore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="header-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header section" id="header"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Header" id="Header1"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="header-inner"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="titlewrapper"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Youcan't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "Looking For Alaska" (P173), John Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago now, I read the book 'Looking For Alaska' by John Green. Wow, is all I can say. I thought Paper Towns was good, but this was just amazing. I wish I was Alaska. But, y'know... alive. It actually made me think, I don't know what about, but it did. "The Great Perhaps" sounds like it should be by next mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reading said book has effected my English literature class, because I didn't read any of the books I was supposed to (The Great Gatsby, Othello, A Streetcar Named Desire). My media class is fun, I can't wait untill we start filming. My ICT class is slowly killing me and my English language class is okay because all we are doing is writing poetry and analysing Obama's speaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Flora-- angel, waiting, wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Edmund at the river fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eva skims the grass, so slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jack blushes when touched so lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Flora-- demon, laughing, leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Edmund thinks love is decieving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eva breaks his heart, so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jack will cry when hurt so sickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="descriptionwrapper"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6829092380165415219?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6829092380165415219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6829092380165415219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6829092380165415219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6829092380165415219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning-baltimore.html' title='Good Morning, Baltimore!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8602537984423696430</id><published>2008-11-05T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:04:32.475Z</updated><title type='text'>ella ella ella eh eh eh</title><content type='html'>Oh, s'up, Blogspot?! It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWYORKOMFGZZ!!1!ONE!!!*DIES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't worry... it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;good. But it was still pretty darn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a maths exam tomorrow. It's the second time that I am sitting it. I failed the last time. I think I will fail this one too. Maths + I = nevergonnahappenevereverever.  But, alas, I kind of need this to get into university ^_^ Because education is cool! However, angles are not. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently, I bought all three John Green books. I started with 'Paper Towns', and I was hooked from like the first chapter.  Then I read 'Looking For Alaska', again, hooked from the begining. Wow, just... wow.  And then, because Mallory said I should... I started reading 'An Abundance Of Katherines', I got three chapters in before I realised that I didn't like it... I'm ashemed to say it, but the other two gave me such high expectations. Anyway, so I started reading 'Gossip Girl', and it's amaziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it really. At the moment I am "revising" for my maths exam. Fail. Epic fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8602537984423696430?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8602537984423696430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8602537984423696430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8602537984423696430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8602537984423696430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh.html' title='ella ella ella eh eh eh'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1910456022456207960</id><published>2008-10-18T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:41:13.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams are infected.</title><content type='html'>Last night was my bff's seventeenth (sp? :S) birthday party. She thinks she is Asian and bought this Oriental murder mystery party set thing. We played the first round and then realised the majority of the guests where absolutely wankered, so we stopped and never found out the killer. I spent most of the night... erm, I don't even remember... That shows it was a good party! Ha ha ha! Umm... oh, yeah, I discussed a lot of anime/manga/Star Wars/comics with one of the birthday girl's friends whom I had never met before. I also had a very long discussing with somebody I had never met before about how everyone in Hollyoaks should die, and have the rest of the room argue with us. I love how alcohol allows you to make more friends.  Ha. Umm... I also spent a lot of time watching one of my oldest friends making an absolute twat out of herself due to alcohol. She does this every party, you would think that she would learn her lesson! I remember texting Charlie... yes, I text Charlie after the cider and before the wine. Urgh, that was crap wine. I also spent a lot of time avoiding this scary person running around naked... it was not enjoyable! I had an argument with someone in my media group about why our film project should be 'Lord Of The Rings meets The Godfather' (my best idea yet, ha ha). I also remember another person getting absolutely paraletic (sp?) and been practically unconcious on floor in the fetal position for about four hours. Anyway, at 4AM we where all still in her kitchen finishing off the last of the Souther Comfort, then we went to her living room to crash out... but I ended up staying awake till about 7AM discussing really random things.  I had about two hours sleep (7-9AM) and then we woke up and discussed the last night's activities, looked at the pictures, watched the videos, watched some more Friends and then ate coissants and bagels. Yum! Walsh, Sophia and I then walked home and here I am... in a comma like state. I love it, ha. I also remember that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;of The Mighty Boosh was quoted... more specifficaly "TOPSHOP! TOPSHOP! EVER DRUNK BAILEYS OUT OF A SHOE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last night was pretty fantastic!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tonight I am not going to the fair again because I am so incredibly tired I would pass out on the Waltzers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1910456022456207960?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1910456022456207960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1910456022456207960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1910456022456207960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1910456022456207960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dreams-are-infected.html' title='My dreams are infected.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6611744394406400442</id><published>2008-10-14T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:26:50.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just my luck to end up getting stuck to everything you are.</title><content type='html'>I'm such an emotional wreck. PTSD+OCD= Rosanna.  And when you're a PTSD kid, you kinda fail at dealing with your emotions.  I suppose it doesn't help that I have indie acoustic music on. I can't help that my name sounds like Dellilah and I'm going to New York City soon... so I want to listen to the song, but it makes me even sadder. I don't even know why I am sad! There is only one reason I can think of, but that shouldn't really cause any of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these &lt;/span&gt;emotions... it was just the only out of the ordinary thing that happened today. I really don't think it's what caused it. But then again, I do have that horrible habbit or lieing to myself, that's OCD for you. I hate the way my mind works sometimes.  All I need is an eating dissorder and I'm Cassie from Skins.  Well, everyone thinks I have one anyway (which I don't, sorry collar bones), so I suppose I am Cassie from Skins. Ha. Who would have thought it? I wrote a poem today, I like it. You're not seeing it though. I like how I want to be a poet after uni but I hate people seeing my stuff.  I like how this blog entry has no structure, but that's how I feel right now. A lack of stucture. So we'll say that this blog has dramatic effect.  I wish I lived in California. I wish I could just call Vivien when I feel like this and let her make me cookies, because cookies are always good, y'know? Uh oh, Vivien is leaving now. I hate time zones. And geographical placements. They are my two worst enimies right now. What was the point to this blog again? Oh, yeah, I hate feeling like this. I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;felt this awful before, and I don't even know what is wrong. I think I feel worse now. I don't think you're still reading this, are you? This must be uber depressive. Wanna know what else is depresive? The poem 'Mariana' by Tenneson, he's pretty awesome. I suppose you want me to leave now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this is my blog and I'll cry for attention if I want to.&lt;/span&gt;  All Vivien's talk of cookies has made me hungry now. I might text Charlie back, but I felt too 'meh' to move my fingers. Urgh, I hatehatehatehatehatehate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; this feeling so much. What the hell? That song has been on repeat for far too long now. It's okay, now I have The Spill Canvas on. It's depressive, I need depressive. I think I analysed 'Mariana' too much today. I will leave now because this could go on for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The truth is, I've never fallen so hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6611744394406400442?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6611744394406400442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6611744394406400442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6611744394406400442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6611744394406400442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-such-emotional-wreck.html' title='It&apos;s just my luck to end up getting stuck to everything you are.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1626491495591858604</id><published>2008-10-12T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:31:43.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SPJPjo8ZVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4jiREWTreBs/s1600-h/02092008257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SPJPjo8ZVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4jiREWTreBs/s200/02092008257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351188799542290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I want another dog. No offence, Harvey. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate ICT. Those of you who follow me on Twitter should know that. Urgh, it's just so... fjahfjkahfjkshfj. Evil. Yes, it is just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to New York soon. I'm so scared. I've met my exchange before, but I have never met her parents. I'll just cling to her like a lost puppy and hope that I can be out with the other English kids every possible second.  I need Siobhan or Ashley (those two hate each other, can't be in the same room) because I fail if I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised how much I liked New Found Glory. I'm gonna go shower and listen to them some more later... and then tomorrow I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;full night of ICT.  Did I mention I hate ICT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1626491495591858604?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1626491495591858604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1626491495591858604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1626491495591858604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1626491495591858604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SPJPjo8ZVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4jiREWTreBs/s72-c/02092008257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2007762692128087353</id><published>2008-10-04T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:23:33.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOfOzpGu-GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lxIIpOxzvTw/s1600-h/peruvian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOfOzpGu-GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lxIIpOxzvTw/s200/peruvian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253394876953720930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My dad said I look like a Peruvian llama farmer in that hat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my nan had another fall today so she is in hospital with my mum at the moment. I was talking to Vivien on Skype but her internet kept cutting out on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much poetry to write for my creative writing coursework but I can't just sit and write! I need isnpiration... or to plagerise Shawna's poetry. Heh heh heh. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WUV YEW BLOG READERS.&lt;br /&gt;(So much that you get a weird spelling of 'I love you'. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2007762692128087353?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2007762692128087353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2007762692128087353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2007762692128087353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2007762692128087353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/10/thousand-clever-lines-unread-on-clever.html' title='A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOfOzpGu-GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lxIIpOxzvTw/s72-c/peruvian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7840655521409262862</id><published>2008-09-29T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:46:47.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say we leave for California?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOEGDYQjY_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/dK66O65vxgY/s1600-h/29092008404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOEGDYQjY_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/dK66O65vxgY/s200/29092008404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251485295611962354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me eating the noob [who thinks she is Asian] I mention later in this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She liked my poetry? So that's a load off my mind.  I slept at my dad's last night, and I brought my Japanese 'beware of the pervets' shirt that I was planning to wear today. But I realised that whenever I wear anything with Japanese writing on it my bets friend has to spend like 10 minutes figuring out what it says, and won't let me tell her. She's such a noob.  So I made my dad take me back to my mum's in the morning and got changed into my waistcoat thingy, because it makes me feel like a librarian.  I had a whole morning of English language, so this was very fitting. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- My mum is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;in Liverpool so I am making Spiderman pasta shapes for tea. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7840655521409262862?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7840655521409262862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7840655521409262862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7840655521409262862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7840655521409262862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-say-we-lave-for-california.html' title='What do you say we leave for California?'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SOEGDYQjY_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/dK66O65vxgY/s72-c/29092008404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2974734611518145035</id><published>2008-09-28T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:12:21.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick at Space Camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SN_yVxbuifI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTd-eRxxBtc/s1600-h/prom+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251182146398095858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SN_yVxbuifI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTd-eRxxBtc/s200/prom+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't look like that and prom was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm scared. My coursework for creative writing starts tomorrow and I chose poetry. My teacher asked to see some of my work. This will be the first time I show somebody it. Oh, well, I have to start somewhere, right? She may go easy on me, she likes me because I wrote a fictional sports report about a one legged long jumper, that was pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brain hurts now. I just spent a good few hours writing an in depth analysis of modal verbs... yet, English language is still one of my favourite subjects. My mind must work differently, most people would not have enjoyed that homework as much as I did. I also had media studies homework, but that was only to write about what makes an effective film trailer. I chose Twilight, because YouTube refused to load and I couldn't find the one for The Half Blood Prince on Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2974734611518145035?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2974734611518145035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2974734611518145035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2974734611518145035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2974734611518145035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/homesick-at-space-camp.html' title='Homesick at Space Camp.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SN_yVxbuifI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTd-eRxxBtc/s72-c/prom+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1013630188862640423</id><published>2008-09-26T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:56:09.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SNzpnK4dEJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OpDPkJDjJNM/s1600-h/26092008379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SNzpnK4dEJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OpDPkJDjJNM/s200/26092008379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250328124752466066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm soooo productive in ICT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mum says the reason I have lost practically all of my friends is because I'm too sarcastic. I like sarcasm, it makes me feel superior! Ha. No, really, that wasn't sarcasm... I actually really do use it too much. Oh, well, I've lost all of my friends to the fat headed skank anyway, why stop now? :P&lt;br /&gt;I have finally finished that wretched ICT report! It was so time consuming. Now I can concentrate on my creative writing coursework. I have chosen poetry, because rhyming makes me happy. My theme is "Modern Day Edgar Allan Poe" :D Well, don't I have a huge ego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1013630188862640423?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1013630188862640423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1013630188862640423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1013630188862640423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1013630188862640423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-soooo-productive-in-ict.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SNzpnK4dEJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OpDPkJDjJNM/s72-c/26092008379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8051441315759055908</id><published>2008-09-22T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:33:07.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.bebo.com/038a/9/medium/2007/11/13/14/2072251217a6100350674m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i4.bebo.com/038a/9/medium/2007/11/13/14/2072251217a6100350674m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I have him please? My favourite ever TV show. I'm not usually one to go for the 'emo kid' type, ha. But he is just... something else. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I don't think I have homework tonight so I can sit and mellow in self pity about how much I deteste practically everyone at my school. Seriously.  It's nice to know the people you classed as 'friends' for over a year can just be like "oh, yeah... we never really liked you. Bye." Urgh. Wankers. So... wanna be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8051441315759055908?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8051441315759055908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8051441315759055908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8051441315759055908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8051441315759055908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-have-him-please-my-favourite-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6452776014209851780</id><published>2008-09-21T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:50:34.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised a certain somebody I wouldn't post a certain blog. And I love this person very much so I'm just going to post this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTFBBQ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that is another way to describe how I'm feeling. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I love you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6452776014209851780?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6452776014209851780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6452776014209851780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6452776014209851780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6452776014209851780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-promised-certain-somebody-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-108140047681542714</id><published>2008-09-14T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:20:01.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I have decided to bring the titles back. Woop woop!  (Pretty much songs I have on at this moment in time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ummm, I fele like I owed this blog a update. It looks lonely... So, HI BLOGSPOT! Did you miss me? So last night I went to a party and it was fun but in a really suck-ish way.  I just sat with Lana all night discussing ye olde days.  Seriously, if she wasn't there then I would have being bored and not talked to anyone.  But it was amusing because when some of us put The Evil Dead on, this girl I don't like came in and layed across the living room floor and her dress rolled up and everyone was laughing at her 'cause her butt was showing :P She had no idea, it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cousin is her with my aunt and uncle.  He is a little terror, seriously!  Last time he was here he broke a kitchen cupboard door right off! :-|  But I had to keep him amused so I just went on YouTube and let him watch cartoon intros that I know he likes.  But now he is outside gardening with my uncle and my mum's boyfriend.  My mum and aunt are sat watching them.  I am enjoying my little break in the living room eating Philidelphia cheese on crackers. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sorry for the long entry, I'm just uber bored. ¬_¬ I better go do homework soon too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-108140047681542714?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/108140047681542714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=108140047681542714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/108140047681542714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/108140047681542714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/stockholm-syndrome.html' title='Stockholm Syndrome'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5688147971194855051</id><published>2008-09-06T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:00:27.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went in town with two of my friends. I bought two new t shirts, a Tim Burton poetry book (£3, bargain!) and I also got a library card so I don't have to buy manga anymore. ;-) Free stuff is good! Waterstones STILL don't have Looking For Alaska in stock. Oh, how I wish we had a Borders. ¬_¬ So tonight is going to be the "Super-epic-awesome-Skype-sleepover-chat" which should be interesting seeing as it's mainly going to be Americans and I. J'DETESTE TIME ZONES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5688147971194855051?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5688147971194855051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5688147971194855051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5688147971194855051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5688147971194855051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-went-in-town-with-two-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7260061312432485966</id><published>2008-09-05T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:50:16.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to take a page out of Adam's book (well, blog actually ;]) and tell you about my first two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Media Studies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is awesome. ^_^ That means it will be a good year. Well, it is in two parts with two teachers. Six lessons per week, I have 4 with this amazing teacher (anaylising the media) and 2 with a teacher I have yet to meet (creating media). My class has less than ten people in it.  I get along with everyone in it. Well, there was one exception, a person who I had never met before but I have spoken to them now so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English Language:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is split into three lessons (out of the six) andI have had two of the three so far.  The first was something stupid like 'the science and ethics behind language' and it is horribly boring.  The teacher seems perfrectly nice though, which is suprising because I had heard she was an evil bitch. Mwuhahaha! The second was creative writing, which I adored! The teacher is lovely too! She liked the story I wrote ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ICT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, split into two courses.  4 lessons with one teacher, 2 with the other. I got the 4 lessons with my favourite teacher! So that makes me happy. He is awesome, I have had him for the past two years. I have a picture of him in a bikini (don't ask) but I will post that at a later date, I need it for blackmail purposes ;-) But I will post a picture I took 2 years ago at the end of the blog.  My other teacher is also awesome, I'm sat at the front so I can talk to him. My class only has 8 people in, whilst the other ICT class has 26. We are the favourite class, the majority of us got A's last year, and some people who didn't fit into the other ones got thrown in. ¬_¬ But I will over rule them in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left today at lunch time (I get Friday afternoons off! My timetable pwns!) I shall post more about college after I experience the rest of my lessons. But please, untill I get the bikni picture on my computer, enjoy this picture of my favourite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mrlecembymate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/mrlecembymate.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S- NEW YORK SOON! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7260061312432485966?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7260061312432485966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7260061312432485966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7260061312432485966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7260061312432485966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-to-take-page-out-of-adams-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3003081457322110605</id><published>2008-09-02T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:00:07.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went back to college today... but only for two hours, to go to assembly. Tomorrow I go for the afternoon, and then I start my lessons on thursday. My mentor is an English teacher, yay! He rides a bike everywhere and wears licra. He's awesome. But since I am taking language and literature, he''ll automatically love me... because only CRAZY people take both English subjects. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I found a channel called Nicktoonsters or something like that, and it had The Wild Thornberrys on so I watched it. Then I had cheese and crackers for lunch. Oooooh, and then Charlie (Skies) called me, and then he called me again later. It was epic. Ha ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog another today to tell you all how I am finding college. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3003081457322110605?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3003081457322110605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3003081457322110605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3003081457322110605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3003081457322110605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-went-back-to-college-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8790646586692323939</id><published>2008-08-31T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:25:42.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh. YouTube fights suck. ¬_¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8790646586692323939?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8790646586692323939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8790646586692323939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8790646586692323939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8790646586692323939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7159146543923887869</id><published>2008-08-30T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:12:27.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The concert was really bad. We arrived, the bands weren't even on and it was Bollywood dancers. I was already exhausted due to the long walk from my house to Summer's house to the train station. I was not happy because it was boling and Summer made me wear my shorts. ¬_¬ I don't like not wearing my drainpipes, far too pale! Mwuhahaha! So, we went to Waterstones to see if they had the book I wanted, they did not. Then we went to Smith's to see if they had the book I wanted, and the que was too big so we went to get an ice cream shake from Baksins and Robbins (couldn't be bothered to walk up two floors to get to Ben and Jerry's ;]). Then we went to see the bands, because we heard the music. It was some white guy with a Rastifarian (sp?) and an a black guy, and they were good but the white guy couldn't rap. Anyway, we didn't even get to the end of their set and we got bored. So we got the train home. And I had to walk all the way home. By myself. Again. And then Summer had the cheek to ask me if I wanted to go back! :O Bitch. So, now I'm totally and utterly dead from all the walking and I'm REALLY sleepy and I need to go make food because my mum is in London and I'm really hungry but to be honest i can't be bothered. That was a really long sentence, I apologise. I also said 'really' a lot. Darn it. Bleh, I'm tired. *Sigh* Well, maybe I'll blog later... who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School soon *gulps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7159146543923887869?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7159146543923887869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7159146543923887869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7159146543923887869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7159146543923887869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/concert-was-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3589005740000234641</id><published>2008-08-30T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:51:55.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLiZHjHYZpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U4gI-zplM60/s1600-h/falir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLiZHjHYZpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U4gI-zplM60/s200/falir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240106521409906322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blame Vivien for getting he hooked on Facebook flairs. Why yes... that is DaveDays... and Nerimon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it is currently 01:38 in the morning and I have being inspired to blog. So tomorrow, well... today actually, I am going to the Freedom Musical Frestival in the next city (that sounds like Pokémon). I should really sleep as I have to get up early to walk from the shitty outskirts of the village (where I reside) to the center (where Summer resides) and then we must walk to get the choo choo train. ^_^ So I will write about the concert in my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;fangirl when YouTubers I love comment me, ha ha. It's like *holds back temptation to propose marriage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't get married, my heart belongs to Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of... look what she just said to me:&lt;br /&gt;viv parrish says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have rosy&lt;br /&gt;viv parrish says:&lt;br /&gt;nobody matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, we can break the marriage bond for two people. She wants Jimmy0000000000 (whatever his username is, I don't watch him *hides from Viv's abuse*) and of course my infactuation with Dave Days... and Edward Cullen, but let's be reasonable, he doesn't exist *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3589005740000234641?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3589005740000234641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3589005740000234641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3589005740000234641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3589005740000234641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-it-is-currently-0138-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLiZHjHYZpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U4gI-zplM60/s72-c/falir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2560489149917235658</id><published>2008-08-28T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:42:59.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLbHI2_KNNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bb5N4JCn67w/s1600-h/fish+and+chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLbHI2_KNNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bb5N4JCn67w/s200/fish+and+chips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594171505456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How English is that picture, seriously? Fish and chips. However, what I love about it is the fact that the three American girls are sharing one portion and the three English girls have one each. Role reversal? Yay for American exchange students, and I get to go to NYC to see them in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosyyy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally got Jake's autoplay, mwuhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starrycharlie[c=#3A7EC9]skies.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starrycharlie[c=#3A7EC9]skies.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im gonna get mike and nicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starrycharlie[c=#3A7EC9]skies.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what the buck and steandkel are in my next collab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starrycharlie[c=#3A7EC9]skies.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EAT IT BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't he just a little ray of sunshine? ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just drinking Coca-Cola (what, again?) and listening to songs from the Buffy musical.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;I really need to add people to my MSN, I have, *looks*, 11 contacts... including me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello Miss Popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2560489149917235658?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2560489149917235658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2560489149917235658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2560489149917235658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2560489149917235658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/rosyyy-says-i-finally-got-jakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLbHI2_KNNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bb5N4JCn67w/s72-c/fish+and+chips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5152227578979880067</id><published>2008-08-27T16:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:43:08.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLV0SONshDI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZPM99gE2Rnc/s1600-h/27082008211-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLV0SONshDI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZPM99gE2Rnc/s200/27082008211-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239221597917447218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just text Charlie saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lyk oh em gee Charlie Skies! We will be the power couple of the internet. Let's get married and rule YouTube and Myspace. Dinosaurs are rad!!1!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rosarlie FTW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we have our kids name. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5152227578979880067?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5152227578979880067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5152227578979880067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5152227578979880067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5152227578979880067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havent-done-lot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLV0SONshDI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZPM99gE2Rnc/s72-c/27082008211-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7754838135908891736</id><published>2008-08-26T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:58:56.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how for the past four years whenever I pass the skatepark in my village I always do the same things. This involves automatically turning my head to the left and scouting the park for skaters. Since I was 12, I've had a thing for skaters. Unless they are dirty. My best friend was a dirty skater boy, his eyebrow bar heeled up at school and I stuck it through again. He screamed and green stuff came out. Good times, good times. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7754838135908891736?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7754838135908891736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7754838135908891736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7754838135908891736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7754838135908891736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-how-for-past-four-years-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8103162678358300092</id><published>2008-08-25T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:24:06.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLomdEfZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/uYcA8J2tvxc/s1600-h/24082008151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLomdEfZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/uYcA8J2tvxc/s200/24082008151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238505063921444818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my friend Summer. This picture makes me 'lol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, hai. I r sexeh, innit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLoCfG7vjI/AAAAAAAAADM/pj7X4pu0_pE/s1600-h/24082008153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLoCfG7vjI/AAAAAAAAADM/pj7X4pu0_pE/s200/24082008153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238504445993270834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She likes doing this in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I r too sexeh for teh world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLoCjAgzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/tJgcV_Xl-Tg/s1600-h/24082008157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLoCjAgzZI/AAAAAAAAADU/tJgcV_Xl-Tg/s200/24082008157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238504447040081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favourite places in my village. It sells My Little Pony toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house for the first time in forever last night. Originally, Summer and I where just going to go for a walk, and then we saw our friends Mike, Mike and Adam.  We followed them to Tesco, because it is awesome. Then we saw Calum and Dave (the joys of living in a village, you can't escape) and I got evil glares most of the night. It was fun. Obviously it was because I'm a horrible person, eh? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I want Vivien to come and stay with me because my mum said she could.&lt;br /&gt;PPS- Is it wrong I am considering changing my mobile tariff to O2 so I can update Twitter from my phone? Yeah, it probably is. I have OCT, 'Obsessive Compulsive Tweeting' at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8103162678358300092?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8103162678358300092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8103162678358300092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8103162678358300092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8103162678358300092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-my-friend-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLLomdEfZ9I/AAAAAAAAADc/uYcA8J2tvxc/s72-c/24082008151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2407601294499147833</id><published>2008-08-23T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:20:40.288+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLB8vx_6JOI/AAAAAAAAACs/2mGn6kTEwiA/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLB8vx_6JOI/AAAAAAAAACs/2mGn6kTEwiA/s200/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237823526948971746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click me to read the text!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get my kicks out of parodying my YouTube friends.&lt;br /&gt;First came the CharlieSkies 'Designer Skyline' parody...&lt;br /&gt;And now we have my version of the JacobDyerMedia comic book.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jake. I'm serious about the Autoplay.&lt;br /&gt;I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2407601294499147833?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2407601294499147833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2407601294499147833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2407601294499147833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2407601294499147833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-get-my-kicks-out-of-parodying-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLB8vx_6JOI/AAAAAAAAACs/2mGn6kTEwiA/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1627636255593103392</id><published>2008-08-23T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:31:12.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLBHwmlLptI/AAAAAAAAACU/hJxNjLrwtTY/s1600-h/Waxy+and+Stenchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLBHwmlLptI/AAAAAAAAACU/hJxNjLrwtTY/s200/Waxy+and+Stenchy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237765266947679954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I start Sixth Form in September. *Dies*&lt;br /&gt;But that means a whole new stage for the adventures of Wonder Wax and Super Stench.  We have now defeated the evil Retardatron and her loyal sidekick Da Crunk Monk (don't ask). I wonder what adventures await us in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the above paragraph, I find it better to deal reality if I use my alter egos. Super heroes ftw! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I got my GCSE results the other day. I could have done better.  I got 3 A's (Literature, and two for ICT) and three B's (English Language, Religous Studies and art), a couple of C's (science, history, that kind of stuff) and then finally, my personal; favourites: The D's (German and maths). But, y'know... they were kind of predicted. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1627636255593103392?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1627636255593103392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1627636255593103392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1627636255593103392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1627636255593103392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-start-sixth-form-in-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SLBHwmlLptI/AAAAAAAAACU/hJxNjLrwtTY/s72-c/Waxy+and+Stenchy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6533508914350221934</id><published>2008-08-20T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:19:15.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They always said the truth would hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curiousity killed the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But fate is strong, it won't divert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I'll leave you all with your chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now the time has come to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au reviour, good bye and so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on the next flight to Juneau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's there that I'll never go wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that in about six/seven minutes to prove a point before somebody went offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6533508914350221934?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6533508914350221934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6533508914350221934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6533508914350221934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6533508914350221934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-always-said-truth-would-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6577972825141612064</id><published>2008-08-20T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:56:26.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've just being informed that half of my friends actually hate me and have being pretending to like me for... well, for I don't know how long. Great.&lt;br /&gt;I have some spaces open now, who wants to be my new bff? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Cough*Wankers.*Cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6577972825141612064?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6577972825141612064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6577972825141612064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6577972825141612064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6577972825141612064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-ive-just-being-informed-that-half-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4004028338120393815</id><published>2008-08-19T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:45:16.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     rolf  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miley cyrus is subbed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah well... YouTube is subbed to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xtube is subbed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got redtube, so bring it bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would love to have like a subscriber war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;residentmikelee would go totally asian on your ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I have shellshellann subbed to me, she would go American girl on your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOOOOOOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, but if we're still having a sub war...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of our YouTube friends were subbed to me first, they'd choose me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leah, Wit, Viv, Jake ect. Mwuhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they would choose you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charlie     miley cyrus for president  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i admit defeat and shoot myself in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosy is a Voldemort fangirl! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha, yes ^_^ I win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKE THAT, CHARLIE SKIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Love you, Charlie! ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4004028338120393815?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4004028338120393815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4004028338120393815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4004028338120393815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4004028338120393815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/charlie-rolf-says-miley-cyrus-is-subbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6071714584437547884</id><published>2008-08-16T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:52:05.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sleeping pattern is messed up and school starts soon...&lt;br /&gt;AAAAGH COLLEGE! *Diez*&lt;br /&gt;It's results day next week and I hope I did well enough to get in... *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;0_O&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;Like... I've started adapting to an American sleeping pattern.&lt;br /&gt;THIS DOESN'T HELP AN ENGLISH KID!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6071714584437547884?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6071714584437547884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6071714584437547884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6071714584437547884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6071714584437547884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sleeping-pattern-is-messed-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5640352786304131102</id><published>2008-08-13T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:48:17.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIVIEN IS FREAKING AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won me Fratelli's concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the best person ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't have a friend from 1/2 way across the world who would do that for you?&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/7329292023979157158-5640352786304131102?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5640352786304131102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5640352786304131102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5640352786304131102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5640352786304131102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/vivien-is-freaking-amazing-she-won-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4041877806539531678</id><published>2008-08-07T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:21:12.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tummy is all messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4041877806539531678?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4041877806539531678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4041877806539531678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4041877806539531678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4041877806539531678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tummy-is-all-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5739867069559134933</id><published>2008-08-07T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:45:55.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight has been weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much how to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Drowzee is using 'confusion' on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5739867069559134933?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5739867069559134933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5739867069559134933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5739867069559134933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5739867069559134933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-tonight-has-been-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7485234117469025264</id><published>2008-08-03T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:50:09.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Vivien (or Chen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think it is fate that we came accross each other over the internet. If you think of the thousands (or even millions, I'm not too sure) of people that access YouTube everyday, it really is destiny that we found each other. Two teenage girls that have twin personalities and get along like a house on fire (theres a kooky English saying for you) are hard enough to find, but when these two girls live at different sides of the Atlantic ocean , it really is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;What makes this even better is the fact one day we are destined to meet. On the 14th June 2010 infact. We will have a glorious two years living together, I'm sure of it. Hopefully, our friendship will continue out of university and we will either own a bondage shop (like your own) or be the best journalists the world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;My one wish would be that you get to live in England (because I know you'd love it here) and I could visit LA. We are both culturely missplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your partner of Team Cock-It.&lt;br /&gt;Rosanna (or Pat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7485234117469025264?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7485234117469025264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7485234117469025264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7485234117469025264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7485234117469025264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-vivien-or-chen-i-do-think-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-981004990727325716</id><published>2008-08-03T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:16:21.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep up, darling, you're lagging behind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're searching for something that you'll never find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You fell down the rabbit hole, you'll never get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can cry, you can scream, you can argue and shout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're trapped forever, you're feeling remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's your prince charming on his white horse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me, your dreams, did they ever come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, you're telling me not even a few?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, what a life, you must feel alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever feel closure? Did you have a home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't sweat it, Sweetie. I'll always be here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just down one more vodka and shed me a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that last year. I must have just turned fifteen? I didn't even use structure then, what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I need to start writing again. My teacher keeps telling me too but I can never find anything remotely inspiring. A few months back Twilight inspired me to write a vampire-esque poem. It was loosely based on the character of James. Maybe I'll try to finish it someday? Or I will wait till I read Breaking Dawn... which comes out tomorrow in England! I must go buy it. If I'm lucky, it will give me some inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-981004990727325716?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/981004990727325716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=981004990727325716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/981004990727325716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/981004990727325716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/keep-up-darling-youre-lagging-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1378876094814715243</id><published>2008-08-03T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:04:28.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The internet is a glorious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one night I have found the following things over MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Vivien is a 57 year old, Japanese date rapist with an Australian accent. She also owns a bondage shop called 'Leather and Chains'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Gabbie fails. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jacob was so distraught that "I don't want him" he has told utubedrama "OMGOCTOPUS wants to marry JACOBDYERMEDIA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I love my friends. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1378876094814715243?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1378876094814715243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1378876094814715243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1378876094814715243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1378876094814715243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/internet-is-glorious-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3467626794517142099</id><published>2008-07-31T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:38:51.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone came today, not Friday. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calum is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[c=9][b]Calum[i]mm[/b][/i][/c=36] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My parents won't letme go to Taunton to see my cousins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[c=9][b]Calum[i]mm[/b][/i][/c=36] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ffs, whats gunna happen with my cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[c=9][b]Calum[i]mm[/b][/i][/c=36] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are they gunna rape me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose is sixteen! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose is sixteen! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theres a girl in my year at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose is sixteen! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and her parents are cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose is sixteen! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the girl is like freakishly smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[c=9][b]Calum[i]mm[/b][/i][/c=36] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[c=9][b]Calum[i]mm[/b][/i][/c=36] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the relevance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3467626794517142099?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3467626794517142099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3467626794517142099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3467626794517142099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3467626794517142099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-phone-came-today-not-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7648642664149459183</id><published>2008-07-31T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:54:39.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me. (And Harry Potter.)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. (And Harry Potter.)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, dear Rosy. (And Harry Potter.)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. (And Harry Potter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was my birthday yesterday. Shut up. I was at a themepark holding on to a poorly constructed piece of metal that goes from 0-60 mph in 2 seconds.  Fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 'The Bag' for my birthday.  It is the nicest bag I have ever owned. Ever.  And my new phone comes on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy 1000 subscribers to me.  My new video is posted, that has nothing to do with subscribers.  However, I do use a lot of copyrighted music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most likely going to the same university as Vivien.  We can watch the Mighty Boosh all day, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to the Harry Potter themepark opening with Leah, she has no say in the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7648642664149459183?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648642664149459183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7648642664149459183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7648642664149459183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7648642664149459183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-3293143794481687937</id><published>2008-07-27T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:09:18.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All of this</title><content type='html'>I have decided I don't like putting titles on these any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I was supposed to be at Kayley's gathering. Boo, mother, boo!&lt;br /&gt;But there is a gathering this week called the 'David' gathering which Charlie (issocoollike) has organised.  Hopefully, I will be able to attend as Charlie and other YouTubers have left me countless comments begging my mum to let me go. You gotta love the YouTube community, right? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, itscalum010 and I may be organising a small gathering later in August.  Simply because all of us Northen YouTubers find it difficult to get to Leicster Square (where every freaking gathering takes place!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start saving money to go to the opening of the Harry Potter theme park in 2009.  Even though none of my friends want to go with me! :[ Hmmm... I'll just start e-begging with all you American Tubers.  You know you can't resist my oh-so-English accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Did anyone see my on the front page of UTubeDrama.com last week? I got lots of messages telling me.  According to the website I'm a genderly confused emo kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-3293143794481687937?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/3293143794481687937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=3293143794481687937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3293143794481687937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/3293143794481687937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-decided-i-dont-like-putting.html' title='All of this'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-2111097800009534485</id><published>2008-07-21T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:25:53.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME MACHINE! IT'S A PARADOX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'M A PUNCH ROOOOOOOOOOCKER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I miss Unfabulous, but at least I have the soundtrack. ;])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked through my old Photobucket account... and I found a picture from 2006.  Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/irock062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/irock062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was such a dork. Period.  I look like a fruit fly.  But I loved those glasses, I broke them. (Well they were only £2. ;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about last year, you ask?  I was still pretty weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/summer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urgh... Imagine if I had started vlogging with that poor excuse of a webcam.  It is hard to believe that some of my earlier videos were filmed using that camera... YOU WILL NEVER SEE THOSE VIDEOS... EVER!1!one!! (Unless you are Carmen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what do I look like now, you may ask?  Well, in my opinion; I am rather sexy. But, judge me for yourself! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/sexiestthingever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e46/titchbaby/sexiestthingever.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-2111097800009534485?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/2111097800009534485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=2111097800009534485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2111097800009534485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/2111097800009534485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-punch-roooooooooocker-i-miss.html' title='TIME MACHINE! IT&apos;S A PARADOX!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5219930393674524066</id><published>2008-07-18T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:06:59.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>92% remaining.</title><content type='html'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IN 12 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;(I hope charlieskies finishes my birthday collab in time... otherwise I will cry.)&lt;br /&gt;So recently I have nearly finished Eclipse, read too much Death Note, concemplated over getting WoW and gone camping in a little kid's play tent.&lt;br /&gt;I am five chapters into my story, I like it so far.  But I need to build upthe blonde character's history, I left her too open and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a really nice vintage bag in my mummy's wardrobe so I decided to keep it.  She doesn't know that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5219930393674524066?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5219930393674524066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5219930393674524066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5219930393674524066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5219930393674524066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/92-remaining.html' title='92% remaining.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6119934873121928750</id><published>2008-07-12T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:07:17.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Floss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like I'm your lover, or more like your ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Broadway. The Westend feels so neglected! Bring some new musicals to Ye Olde England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most likely will be going to the YouTube gathering in London on the 27th July. Then I can finally meet charlieskies! I will also get to discuss Doctor Who with owlssayhooot.  I'll probably be such a Nerimon fangirl though ;-) I'm such a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will get to get my picture taken at Platfrom 9 3/4... THAT IS YOU'RE JOB, CHARLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, zacharyxbinks just pronounced my username as "Oh my gawktopus." What's a gawktopus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6119934873121928750?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6119934873121928750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6119934873121928750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6119934873121928750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6119934873121928750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-like-im-your-lover-or-more-like.html' title='Candy Floss'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1561595105229825645</id><published>2008-07-12T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:53:08.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the places you will go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last summer, I met the face of Boe. Jealous, much?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry, I just really like this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR WHO FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a824.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/124/l_5a319a143e7fa3b563929f2cf13844b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://a824.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/124/l_5a319a143e7fa3b563929f2cf13844b7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1561595105229825645?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1561595105229825645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1561595105229825645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1561595105229825645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1561595105229825645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-places-you-will-go.html' title='Oh, the places you will go.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-7700757514642736561</id><published>2008-07-07T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:08:01.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am not australian or irish sorry to burst your bubble'/><title type='text'>ST00PID IRISH/AUSSIE BRAT!!1!one!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that many of my video's comments at the moment seem to reflect around this:&lt;br /&gt;"r u english??"&lt;br /&gt;"no she is irish, duh!!"&lt;br /&gt;"i thought she was from australia?"&lt;br /&gt;"she is british, i think"&lt;br /&gt;"isn't she from iraq????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the last one was a lie... ^__^ But do I really sound Irish/Australian? I didn't think so.  I am English through and through... so now I most run up the apples and pairs to get the dog and bone.  Yeah, I maybe English but I can't talk like a Cockney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy, geaser." ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-7700757514642736561?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/7700757514642736561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=7700757514642736561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7700757514642736561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/7700757514642736561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/st00pid-irishaussie-brat1one.html' title='ST00PID IRISH/AUSSIE BRAT!!1!one!'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1363993930701186118</id><published>2008-07-07T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:00:49.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Sea-Monkeys</title><content type='html'>As the title of this post suggests, I have just found a computer game called "Virtual Sea-Monkeys" in my cabinet.  Why do I have this? I also found "Make Your Own Pokémon Stationary" and "Batman Activity Center".  I was a strange, strange child.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum had just bought all of my new bedroom furniture for my bedroom at our new house, which we will not live in untill next year.  I believe that was very cruel as now I have to live in this stupid, pink, messy, pink, cluttered, pink bedroom.  If you have seen my YouTube videos... you'll understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get rid of half my possesions for the new house... so does anybody want my Togepi collection? I like Togepi.&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, so far, is slightly boring. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;My "WWW Girl" cover has gone smoothly so far, I have not recieved, as I predicted, "z0mgzzz yoo sooooo copied italktosnakes!!1!one! go dieeeeeeeeeeee! stoopid head!"&lt;br /&gt;I want, no... I need some Coke. (Beverage not drug) Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1363993930701186118?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1363993930701186118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1363993930701186118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1363993930701186118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1363993930701186118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/07/virtual-sea-monkeys.html' title='Virtual Sea-Monkeys'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-6127782784678284079</id><published>2008-06-29T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:18:15.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day, mate.</title><content type='html'>Right, so recently I haven't done much.  I mean, school is over, yet I appear to be taking on the role of a social recluse.  Recently, I have been drinking a lot of tropical orange Bacardi Breezers, simply because been alone in a house fills me with a lot of boredom.  Actually, I'm drinking one as we speak, and it's only 17:08!  Disgraceful!  But, mmm, it tastes like an orange freeze pop... y'know, with 4% alcohol ;-)&lt;div&gt;Other than slightly intoxicating myself I have been singing along to The Rocket Summer and The Fratellis and indulging myself in Heroes and Gossip Girl. It's the Heroes finale next week, booooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm boiling now because I'm wearing a black t shirt, my vintage Blondie one.  I was wearing my white cat one which was featured in British Vogue a few times... but I spilt pasta on it! :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just finished reading Twilight, it is pure amazing... I finished in less than nine hours, and I need to go the city again and buy the next two books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks living in a small town that nobody has ever heard of, we have two book shops. One is a Christian bookshop which sells every bible you could imagine and the other is a tiny little thing and the only book I have purchased from it was The Lord of The Flies, which I still haven't finish... darn it.  Ahh, well, Stephen King out ruled him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorta, kinda in love with Edward Cullen... just a tad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-6127782784678284079?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/6127782784678284079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=6127782784678284079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6127782784678284079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/6127782784678284079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/gday-mate.html' title='G&apos;day, mate.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-4812693540118491867</id><published>2008-06-17T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:31:25.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omgoctopus watches too much mememolly and has a cool webcam making her a robot'/><title type='text'>I want to be a robot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFgCnJ0u1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/m450_SCHrC4/s1600-h/Picture+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFgCnJ0u1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/m450_SCHrC4/s200/Picture+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212919440356595090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you heard right.  Too much mememolly? I think so.  But robots are cool, and so is my amazing webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Although, I would argue that I resemble a cyborg more than a robot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-4812693540118491867?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/4812693540118491867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=4812693540118491867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4812693540118491867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/4812693540118491867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-be-robot.html' title='I want to be a robot.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFgCnJ0u1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/m450_SCHrC4/s72-c/Picture+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-1732528286765245060</id><published>2008-06-15T16:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:45:29.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Rosannia, please leave all hopes and dreams at the entrance.</title><content type='html'>I recently sat my English Language GCSE, and oh boy, it was a breeze.  The question I choose to answer was "Describe a dream world" I think that I was the only person to notice that the question was not asking about your own personal dream world, but about 'a' dream world.  I interpreted this as it being universal.  A universal dream world that one day we may achieve.  My dream world was revolving around politics.  And how I think they could help the world if they just tried.  My dream world will take place a few centuries from now, if things go according to plan.  And by that time the world would be so.. well, amazing that all sorts of species will want to live with us.  The new species will bring there technologies with them and our world can advance with them.  Over population would never be a problem because we would be able to build underwater cities, maybe even rent out villas in Atlanta for holidays, and some species could live 30000 feet in the air, with the help of new and improved gravity rules.  No offense, Isaac Newton.&lt;div&gt;Doesn't that world sound great?  It was rather well written, If I don't say so myself... I want my A* now please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-1732528286765245060?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/1732528286765245060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=1732528286765245060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1732528286765245060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/1732528286765245060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-rosannia-please-leave-all.html' title='Welcome to Rosannia, please leave all hopes and dreams at the entrance.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5735149716134915797</id><published>2008-06-15T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:34:24.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omgoctopus fratellis pokemon red inspiration lol'/><title type='text'>Inspiration hits me at the worst times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is something that I wrote in my notebook one night, well one morning actually. It is about how when you want to think of something you can never do it, your imagination just freezes.  Yet when you are lying in your bed in the early hours of the morning, you can't shut your mind off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always get my inspiration from the moonlight.  However, this puts me in a predicament as I fail to see what I am writing.  This usually leads to me being unable to decipher my own writing in the morning.  It doesn't help that I do not write about, excuse the phrase, normal topics.  Tonight I am writing about a bald mannequin head wearing a beret bought at a French thrift store and a masquerade mask.  Oh, I feel like I have just made some sort of grammatical error or a spelling mistake... yet it is too dark to check.  I will have to wait until morning and live in wonder.  It's funny, this is how life is supposed to be described.  Yet, I am referring to the same principle but surrounded by a different setting.  A Power Ranger note book to be exact.  Oh, well, each to there own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFU2GB48IkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gw_D3PLk0Ic/s1600-h/Picture+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFU2GB48IkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gw_D3PLk0Ic/s200/Picture+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212131620965589570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Can we watch movies on your TV? You don't have to get dressed just for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm having a sort of Fratellis and Pokémon red overdose at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5735149716134915797?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5735149716134915797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5735149716134915797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5735149716134915797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5735149716134915797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspiration-hits-me-at-worst-times.html' title='Inspiration hits me at the worst times.'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNiedW4cFkE/SFU2GB48IkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gw_D3PLk0Ic/s72-c/Picture+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-5280174336115765008</id><published>2008-06-15T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:35:20.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates?</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard it folks.  There will be updates.&lt;div&gt;So, as you may have noticed I deleted the videos entitled "What's My Age Again?" and "I'm Leaving YouTube Because..." but don't have a fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rosanna, Rosanna! Why have you deleted your most famous video? I mean, Walllofweird likes it for God's sake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to delete it for personal reasons, but it may come back depending on how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, updates, updates, updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming soon will be a collaboration with the one and only, Charlieskies!  Well, maybe a few collabs... we have many ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can expect more videos like "Impressions of 2005."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-5280174336115765008?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/5280174336115765008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=5280174336115765008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5280174336115765008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/5280174336115765008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='Updates?'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329292023979157158.post-8422318038513684626</id><published>2008-06-15T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:30:25.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic?</title><content type='html'>So, I just had to go into my Dad's bedroom and turn his TV off for him because he'd fallen asleep.  Ironic, right?  I can't sleep nowadays, hence the URL of my new Blog.  I created this new one because I rambled too much on the old one... well, in my opinion I did.  I might play Pokémon Red soon, I always play it when I can't sleep, although it probably makes it worse...&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329292023979157158-8422318038513684626?l=jesuisrosy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/feeds/8422318038513684626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7329292023979157158&amp;postID=8422318038513684626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8422318038513684626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329292023979157158/posts/default/8422318038513684626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuisrosy.blogspot.com/2008/06/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic?'/><author><name>Rosy Parrish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488070797835111078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISWM4KuiKyQ/TyMaJ7Dp0YI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NITqnca3qjw/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-18%2Bat%2B15.14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
