<?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-4155227006960913693</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:42:56.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155227006960913693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emelia jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327964005462446513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-1631424884958983700</id><published>2008-09-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:50:22.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaa</title><content type='html'>i joyously went to college on the 9.57 with dear elliot, arrived at college to sit in the ugly pink seating area.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed two lectures in spanish and german getting yet more information bombarded at me very fast and i'm expected to know it in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;i spent my weird break eating constantly, in many different refectorys.&lt;br /&gt;i got the bus back at 3.20 to my bleak house encountering a small boy from my area asking what was sticking out of my face..(my piercing) which was flattering. and a weird man discussed the bus passes we have and how the bus driver refused my temporary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a shrivelled piece of shit for dinner, was disappointed and went to subway with ian to fulfill my hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;i locked ian out his car, sat in the driver seat and laughed as he shook his car.&lt;br /&gt;then he got in a trolley and it rolled around tesco car park and i nearly wet myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, i got back, and gone gone gone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155227006960913693-1631424884958983700?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-8777637251565286065</id><published>2008-09-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:49:46.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning after the night before</title><content type='html'>lucky me today, had a nice 10.50 start so me and elliot decided to accompany each other on the grim bus journey to college at precisely 9.57.&lt;br /&gt;i of course paniced at the amount of number 88 buses arriving and going until my one appeared.&lt;br /&gt;we arrived, and went for a browse in the shop to burn time being so early and i spent my wonderful voucher on yet more note books.&lt;br /&gt;college, was just college, i had to run between buildings with my two ton bag.&lt;br /&gt;i dined with haylie and elliot at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;it was not delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving college i saw claire and christian, two of the worlds most annoying people which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;got the bus with elliot and haylie after a near death experience.&lt;br /&gt;elliots crutch made friends with a girls mouth on the bus, slightly frightening.&lt;br /&gt;me and haylie did some pole dancing and then we had a seat, ate subway, got bored of carrying heavy bags and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;im such a boring blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing actually happened last night, i just felt like using it as a title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155227006960913693-8777637251565286065?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8777637251565286065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-8095028398063459826</id><published>2008-09-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:20:12.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifes over</title><content type='html'>i have came to the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;college is pergutary.&lt;br /&gt;why do i put myself through this awfulness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh people are so vile i may aswell wear ap aper bag i don't even get noticed i love life.&lt;br /&gt;full of complete cunts and thats just my form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155227006960913693-8095028398063459826?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/feeds/8095028398063459826/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-9029171999269023645</id><published>2008-09-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:28:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, last night was a rough one.&lt;br /&gt;went to a party in falmouth which turned out to be in a block of flats that were still under construction yet liveable. it was random, many people i did know briefly yet many i didn't know or ever want to know.&lt;br /&gt;we chilled in the penthouse for a bit, which was lovely and then me and sadie demanded food off of a poor boy and he had to unfortunately slave over the hob for us until we decided it was sleep time, and not food time anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like i've ever slept.&lt;br /&gt;this is rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttt then today was jolly mothers birthday, at the approved age of 41 i feel she looked not a day over 21. i staggered in the door, fell onto the floor, gave her her present which she adored, fell upstairs in a greasy mess and then we went to pizza hut for a delightful buffet lunch with a cheeky ice cream factory to finish it off..&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't..&lt;br /&gt;then me,mother and brother went into beautiful truro and i got a new bag, bra, college necesitieis. yes i can't spell, i didn't sleep, allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;btw luke otley said my mother has a penis.&lt;br /&gt;think of the labour difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155227006960913693-9029171999269023645?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-4816433198531291337</id><published>2008-08-25T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:48:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring times</title><content type='html'>so at the moment i have enough time to myself to do loads, aka log onto my laptop late at night before passing out in a heap due to 8 hour work days, then seeing loved ones, then being so exhausted i collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be great if the pay was higher, the rewards more rewarding and the loved ones being more enthusiastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the "best summer" of my life has been the worst few months ever except having a few spare pennies. wtf was i thinking getting a job, so not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;im not looking forward to college, my fireworks have been officially pissed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got in, with a,b,d,c,c,c,c,c,c,c which isn't as bad as i expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i still loveeee you.&lt;br /&gt;til the next time i stay awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155227006960913693-4816433198531291337?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/feeds/4816433198531291337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155227006960913693&amp;postID=4816433198531291337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155227006960913693/posts/default/4816433198531291337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155227006960913693/posts/default/4816433198531291337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiring-times.html' title='tiring times'/><author><name>emelia jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327964005462446513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155227006960913693.post-715333929235585263</id><published>2008-07-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:16:02.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>this is my first blog, and i'm not sure if it's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;as writing down my inner most thought allowing strangers to read is the most spontaneous thing i have done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, today i feel like complete shit for no reason except the fact i have lost an amazing friend without losing her. we simply are forbidden to be friends as her habits have forced us to part. also my brothers back surgery appointment is soon and i just am so frightened of my baby getting it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was fine as i worked 12-4 and then i met my wonderful musketeers and saw a few others briefly, gave my number out to some weird person who said "i have a footlong, and want your number" weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just want to say that i do have a crush on you, but you will never realise because you doubt me too much.&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/4155227006960913693-715333929235585263?l=emeliajayne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeliajayne.blogspot.com/feeds/715333929235585263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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