<?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-8395988771104069224</id><updated>2011-08-02T16:15:33.742-07:00</updated><category term='Théo on'/><category term='sport'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='html is annoying'/><category term='br'/><category term='`'/><category term='Complaint'/><category term='sexism'/><category term='politics'/><category term='conspiracy'/><title type='text'>Théo's other diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Warning! over indulgence will cause head to explode</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-719789664083576947</id><published>2010-03-05T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:46:49.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving ma' blog</title><content type='html'>I've moved my blog to &lt;a href="http://theosotherdiary.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://theosotherdiary.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; for a translation function they offer which could be useful for my French family to see my post. Now I must stare at the empty &lt;strike&gt;house&lt;/strike&gt; blog and shed a silent tear. Excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-719789664083576947?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/719789664083576947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-ma-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/719789664083576947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/719789664083576947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-ma-blog.html' title='Moving ma&apos; blog'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-601709418456220165</id><published>2010-03-04T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:15:49.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quest for internet</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While some people do quests &lt;i&gt;on &lt;/i&gt;the internet, I do quests &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; the internet. Anybody with a portable device that can use wifi knows what I am talking about when I talk about the endless toil that we go through every day to find wifi. That happened for me in a completely different way. Couple of things before I start, I don't do religion because I'm atheist and I use a laptop for school because &lt;a href="http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-assessment-thingy.html"&gt;of this&lt;/a&gt;. This 'quest taught me alot of things I didn't know about the school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had a half day today, which meant that I only had two classes in between lunch and break (I normally have three) so I only had CSPE&amp;nbsp; and religion. I decided in CSPE to find the ICT teacher to get hooked up to the wireless. I figured this would only take five minutes so I would still be able to get my homework done. But little did I know that my laptop had other plans. It turned out that the ICT teacher didn't do Linux. He gave me the password, which it turned out I had wrong, but it still wouldn't work. He then told me to go to the IT technician, who was at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW 1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We have an IT technician,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Following, my ICT teachers suggestion, I went to the office to look for The IT technician. The secretary told me he wasn't there but he was probably in room 15, a science lab, helping a miss XYZ ( I'm not using names because I realised that people I've never seen before read my blog and I don't want to disrupt anyones privacy). Now I thought that by miss XYZ she meant a science teacher who I used to have. I looked into room 15 and there was a class going on and teacher wasn't miss XYZ. The principal then caught me and told me I should try the server room, room 62. I went there and there was nobody there. I came back to the office and found miss XYZ there (the one who used to teach me). Now she hadn't been with Diarmaid but I learned a new thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW 2. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We have three miss XYZand two in science alone, though one is a science technician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW 3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The person who continually walks through our class with trays full of stuff is miss XYZ, the science technician&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  So, after walking through 2 6th year classes (awkward!) We found out that the IT technician had gone back to the office. He took my laptop and I will have it back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-601709418456220165?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/601709418456220165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-quest-for-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/601709418456220165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/601709418456220165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-quest-for-internet.html' title='My Quest for internet'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-7164774397251929233</id><published>2010-02-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:18:36.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaint'/><title type='text'>Sexism</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I am going to be mugged for this post but still, must keep freedom of expression up! I have&amp;nbsp; been thinking of the whole feminist idea lately and have found some flaws with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; For one, my year has about 3 or 4 very large home ec. classes. But there is not a single boy. And, since I'm pretty sure home ec. is about learning to be a homemaker, it surpasses me why these girls who do home ec. still find it sexist when a boy says that there are more female homemakers than male. It's like learning to play piano and then being angry when someone says that you play piano a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I had exactly this conversation with a 9 year old girl in my karate class:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;karate girl: why do you have long hair?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;me: why do you have long hair&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;karate girl: I'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;me: I'm a boy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;karate girl: but boys aren't meant to have long hair&lt;br /&gt;me: so your telling me that just because I'm a boy I'm not allowed have long hair?&lt;br /&gt;karate&amp;nbsp; girl: pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;me: OK just because you're a girl you have to cook and clean for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yeah how do you like them muffins!&amp;nbsp; This just shows how you can only be sexist to girls and only rascist to black people. It's crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-7164774397251929233?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7164774397251929233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7164774397251929233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7164774397251929233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexism.html' title='Sexism'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-8652806870497807442</id><published>2010-02-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:50:59.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Praise the lord! Only messing, I actually want to talk about the song, by Leonard Cohen. I have been learning to play the song on the piano and I love it. When it reaches the arpeggio bit (an arpeggio is a scale which goes through the 1st, the 3rd the 5th and the 8th note of the scale) it flows so well. It is incredibly fun to play that bit. The only problem with playing a song that I already know so well is that it's constantly stuck in my head. I find myself speaking it instead of singing it aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have probably been bragging about it to my friends but it's hard not to when the song is so badly stuck in my head. I have started trying to play it on the recorder but that's hard because the lowest note in the song is actually a pretty high note on the recorder, which makes playing the song devilishly difficult ( wow, I used the word devilishly!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The version I like the most to listen to is, surprisingly, Alexandra burkes version. She is a great singer, though a horrible songwriter, and it is played simply but beautifully. I find that Leonard Cohen speaks his version rather than sings it and the other covers just shout alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsuXbkrA_AQ"&gt;click to see her version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-8652806870497807442?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8652806870497807442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8652806870497807442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8652806870497807442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-4486144849327661507</id><published>2010-02-20T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:36:37.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Théo on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>My Latest Conspiracy theory</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Sorry I haven't blogged all week but I've been away and haven't been able to access the internet. I've decided to stop trying to reglurlay complain or praise etc. so I'll just analyse my blogs and tag them accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We all get our little conspiracy theories. Lately I've been having a good couple. Willie O'Dea resigning has given me an idea of a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So basically my theory is that the government are trying to (legally) change their old staff for some new, possibly better. Isn't it strange that any slight fraudulent slip made by a member of the government is instantly publicized and the person resigns very&amp;nbsp; quickly.&amp;nbsp; Their spot is then filled out by a different person, one who might have some idea of what to do with our country.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Isn't it strange that, even though the Daíl proceedings aren't broadcasted live every day, one little slip which, for all we know, happens every day, got a deputy and a minister fired. Not meant to happen people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4486144849327661507?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4486144849327661507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-latest-conspiracy-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4486144849327661507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4486144849327661507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-latest-conspiracy-theory.html' title='My Latest Conspiracy theory'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-1109722070516728855</id><published>2010-02-14T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T05:40:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint posts: The things society stole ooo and sanwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S3f9TGhmwsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gknmYguw-Fk/s1600-h/sandwich.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S3f9TGhmwsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gknmYguw-Fk/s200/sandwich.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are some things that just aren't done anymore. Making too much noise, reading in a street and ham without sandwiches. The one I most miss is ham without a sandwich. Ham is a very delicious form of meat and the bread really does take away from it's beauty. Sandwiches are boring, tough and quite bland. Eating ham on it's own is actually very nice. It may not be as healthy but it is still very nice. My favorite type of ham is a French version of serrano ham. It is ten times as nice without bread than it is with bread. But eating ham without bread just isn't done anymore. Don't get me wrong, I like sandwiches, but I prefer ham on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; There are also words that society stole. A freind once pointed out that he wanted wordds like 'queer' ,'spastic' etc. back. I totally agree. these words are proper English words and I want them back!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well that's pretty much all I have to say. Short post today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-1109722070516728855?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1109722070516728855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/complaint-posts-things-society-stole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1109722070516728855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1109722070516728855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/complaint-posts-things-society-stole.html' title='Complaint posts: The things society stole ooo and sanwiches'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S3f9TGhmwsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gknmYguw-Fk/s72-c/sandwich.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-9001577811492238474</id><published>2010-02-11T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:00:17.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Théo on:  Music</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;After finding that I sometimes couldn't find what to praise, or complain about I decide I would start a new criteria of posts. This one can be called my 'Théo on' post. I was thinking that you guys comment with things you want me to blog about in my latest 'Théo on' post, and I'll blog about them. So for my first one, I will blog about music.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Music is a big part of my life. I remember the first day I really learnt about music was when I was eight, starting Piano. I was in my P.E. tracksuit on the day. It was in a big hall used for concerts. My first pieces were played on a grand piano! My teacher, ms. moore, is an elderly lady. This year she stopped teaching at the school of music so We now go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At first it was long, it was boring, and the tunes weren't any good. But&amp;nbsp; now the tunes are great. I sometimes find myself humming them. They are incredibly fun to play and I find myself reall wanting to play for fun. I have three pieces, a &lt;strike&gt;funeral&lt;/strike&gt; march by Mozart, a prelude by Bach, and a Norwegian tune by Grieg. My pieces are all classical and I am itching to play a modern(ish) song.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm not as much a fan of listening to music as I am to playing it but I still love to listen to it. My taste in music is strange. I really hate hip-hop and most computerized music but I like old music. I've suddenly started loving The Who. I do like some new music, like Greenday, but I mostly live in an era I've never lived in.&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-9001577811492238474?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9001577811492238474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/theo-on-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/9001577811492238474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/9001577811492238474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/theo-on-music.html' title='Théo on:  Music'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-2708141093138826990</id><published>2010-02-07T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:30:46.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Praise posts : The things we love to blame</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;By the things we need to blame, I mean the government, the media and our leader. These people, though hated, know exactly what they are doing and get the job done to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Take Barack Obama, for instance. He has done *beep*all since his presidency but he still one a nobel peace prize. Why? Because he knows how to manipulate the people. This is a skill so important that no politician would get anywhere without it. He could be like Hitler and people would love him because he would make them feel like what he wants to do is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; In Terry Pratchetts 'Discworld' series there is a character called Lord Ventinari. He is the leader of a country that is basically a small scale model of the world. He is an amazing leader because he has a golden tounge. He plans not just what he'll do, but what everyone else will do in reaction. One of his more outrageous plans which works was to create a thiefs guild making thiefs be allowed to steal a certain quota from the town every year and, in return, stop any illegal thieving.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The media are also exactly the same. They make you want what they sell. They entertain you with a jingle which you think of whenever you see the product and buy it for the laugh. Even the smaller branches of advertising are effective.For instance, one day I was in a car with some friends. A bulmers van drove by. I asked the driver if he'd ever had a bulmers. He told me that it had been a while but now he wants one, when he thinks about it. These little clicks are what make a product sell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2708141093138826990?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2708141093138826990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/praise-posts-things-we-love-to-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2708141093138826990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2708141093138826990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/praise-posts-things-we-love-to-blame.html' title='Praise posts : The things we love to blame'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-6893741706921892297</id><published>2010-02-05T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:31:45.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaint'/><title type='text'>Complaint posts : Political Correctness</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Ahh political correctness, the reason we can't have conversations without hesitation. It's that sort of thing where you can't call someone black, they're "african-american" even if they live in Ireland. You can't say 'ginger', you have to say 'redhead'. Sometimes it's even worse. You're actually not meant to say 'fireman' you have to say 'fire-person'.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think that it may be because of the way history has been written. History is always biased but mostly it varies. On some things it can't. You can't say "the whites enslaved the blacks" without sounding biased for the blacks. The thing is, history is meant to be studied so that 'our mistakes cannot be repeated'. But this has led to people saying that racism is the worst thing possible. There has been enormous speculation on an Australian KFC ad where a white man amidst a black population talked about feeling awkward. here is a link to it&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FftZt-Dw_hQ"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FftZt-Dw_hQ&lt;/a&gt;. I don't get why there is that much speculation. They were just trying to advertise their product.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The same can be said about disabilities.&amp;nbsp; In my CSPE book there is a poster on what you can and can't call a disabled person.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp; is crazy. Politicians would not be called 'full of hot air' if they could use unparlimentary language.So, in conclusion F**k you deputy political correctness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-6893741706921892297?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6893741706921892297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/complaint-posts-political-correctness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/6893741706921892297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/6893741706921892297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/complaint-posts-political-correctness.html' title='Complaint posts : Political Correctness'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-4899708695608130194</id><published>2010-01-31T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:36:24.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><title type='text'>Praise posts: Stephanie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After making my first 'complaint post', I was asked in school by a friend to balance out my teenage negativity with some 'praise posts'. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S2XLrsV-4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xbci_qlrzYg/s1600-h/twilight.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S2XLrsV-4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xbci_qlrzYg/s320/twilight.jpeg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; The same friend who told me to write these 'praise posts' also complained about Stephanie Meyer, author of 'Twilight'. He had started a facebook group on hating her. I feel different. She is an amazingly talented author who has gotten an entire generation into reading. I have read the books and they are brilliant. So what if the 'teenage vampire romance' genre is attacking us. Teenagers everywhere are reading. I think that that's a good thing frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think that the reason people who read alot are angry with Stephanie Meyer is in the same way that die-hard Micheal Jackson fans were annoyed when he died and everyone started buying his CDs. They had this unique, personal thing and suddenly it's been stolen by the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am a little angry about the new 'teenage vampire romance' genre because it is kinda idiotic. You grow fangs and become a monster and suddenly everyone loves you. But these are just the hangers-on that any successee gets. She's been sued as well for stealing another persons idea&amp;nbsp; but so has J.K. Rowling.&amp;nbsp; Everyone want's their money.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4899708695608130194?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4899708695608130194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/praise-posts-stephanie-meyer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4899708695608130194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4899708695608130194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/praise-posts-stephanie-meyer.html' title='Praise posts: Stephanie Meyer'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S2XLrsV-4WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xbci_qlrzYg/s72-c/twilight.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-4906884790823953683</id><published>2010-01-27T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:57:10.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining post: P.E.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I have P.E. once a week every Monday. I know that it should be my favorite subject but I find that it can be very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could seperate people during P.E.&amp;nbsp; into three groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls. Girls almost never participate. there are always one or two exceptions but the majority try not to play, complain if they get tackled hardly or even touched in any way, and talk. I've actually seen girls leave the pitch/court and talk to their friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The testosterone high messers. When boys are left alone in a big open space, nowing that they're going to sweat,they go crazy. Piggyback races, pile-ons, and screaming is inevitable. These people lead to horrible fouls. It is very annoying to play a sport which needs the rules when nobody listens to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "god's gift to mankind"s. these people think themselves as the best at any sport that we happen to be playing. Their extent of teamwork goes as far as "you give me ball me score". A good example of this is how, in my last class, we were playing soccer and my team was, at first, what we would call the worst team but we won both our games because one of the rules (which was incredibly sexist) was that a girl had to touch the ball before a boy could score and if a girl scored it would count for two. We won our games because we had a sporty girl and we played as a team. The other team had a good player but he was one of these people and wouldn't pass to anyone, thus meaning that his goals didn't count as a goal as nno girl touched it. I really hate these guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The unsporty guys. I'm one of these guys. The sort of person who nobody want's on the same team as them. I count myself as okay in goals but I'm still not exactly wanted on the team. A good few of these guys join the first category to have some fun and I think I might aswell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So that's how I think it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4906884790823953683?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4906884790823953683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/complaining-post-pe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4906884790823953683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4906884790823953683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/complaining-post-pe.html' title='Complaining post: P.E.'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-5120707448470409915</id><published>2010-01-23T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:40:58.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've decided that, if I'm going to be blogging regularly, I might as well have a routine. So, from now on, my 'during the week' post is going to be a post where I complain. It seems a bit egotistical doesn't it? But when you think about it, we all complain alot. Most of my other posts have been complaints and we all know why we think democracy doesn't work. When we have everything we need, we complain about trivial thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; So for my first 'complaint post' is a post about homework. Now I'm not saying that we have too much, I'm just saying that it varies too much. Take this week for example. I have no homework today. Yesterday, I had a religion class where I do my homework as I'm exempt from it. But, when I got home, I still had an entire essay to type. the day before that I was doing my homework till nine. I did have Karate in-between but that's beside the point. the change is killing my back. I would much prefer it if the amount of homework was somehow set and not just thrown upon us. It would also be cool if we were given a weeks worth of homework on one day and no homework for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-5120707448470409915?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5120707448470409915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-complaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5120707448470409915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5120707448470409915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-complaining.html' title='Me, Complaining'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-8841794089389626929</id><published>2010-01-14T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:45:26.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; On Thursday I started using a laptop for school. It actually turned out better than I expected. I was afraid that people would be incredibly jealous but they really weren't that bad. They were mostly curious as to why I was using a laptop in school. I even got people asking me if they could go on Bebo during a free class! Miss Ryan was meant to tell all my teachers about it but she didn't so I had to explain it to all of my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The first day was a bit annoying as my laptop froze four times and wouldn't save. When i got home I realised that it froze because my laptop couldn't connect to the wifi brand, linksys, until it had been on for a while. It didn't save because I was stupid enough to call my files something like 'English notes 12/01/10' which didn't work because of the slashes. *slaps face* I could keep up easily as long as it was typing words but in my business class, where I had to use excel for bookkeeping, I was much slower. I sm planning to steal some templates off a friend to make it much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The second day was much easier as I knew how to save stuff and not to koin the wifi until much later. I had to make a mind map for English which I did in 'tux paint' paint with annoying penguins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-8841794089389626929?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8841794089389626929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8841794089389626929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8841794089389626929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/laptop.html' title='Laptop'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-1524194740922766863</id><published>2010-01-09T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:55:38.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My Holiday Has Been Extended</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; My school started again yesterday. I wasn't sure what to expect with my&amp;nbsp; first day using a laptop. That night was a bit the same as my first day, I couldn't sleep but I wasn't excited. This time I'm in two minds over why it happened, was it because I was excited over an interesting new day ahead or was it because&amp;nbsp; when I woke up next morning &lt;strike&gt;I puked my guts out&lt;/strike&gt; was a teeny-tiny bit sick?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I woke up at 7:30 next morning and I felt a bit queasy. I wanted to get out of bed to vomit but (as I was really groggy) didn't want to get up in case I woke up everyone and couldn't get back to sleep. Then I realised I should get up and got to the bathroom, just in time to puke. I spent that day till school time ended in bed, unable to hold down a glass of water. I then realised that the water and stuff would go down if I sat up so I moved downstairs and sat on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I didn't go to school for the next two days which meant I didn't go to school all week as school had restarted on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Friday evening, around sevenish my dad called up and told me that school was closed till next Thursday. SNOW DAY! My &lt;strike&gt;luck &lt;/strike&gt;horrible misfortune&amp;nbsp; was increased. As you probably know, Batt O'Keefe closed all state schools for three days for 'health and safety reasons'. I am frankly... outraged. I walk to school every day and I know that half of the students live in the radius of about a kilometre. They could easily walk to school! Couldn't minister O'Keefe have just banned not walking to school and said that it would be accepted to close a school if it was too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DESERVE ANSWERS TO MY MANY DILLEMAS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-1524194740922766863?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1524194740922766863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-my-holiday-has-been-extended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1524194740922766863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1524194740922766863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-my-holiday-has-been-extended.html' title='Why My Holiday Has Been Extended'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-3597912891536054921</id><published>2010-01-04T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:13:46.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic stips raise interesting questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S0J_0aCAr4I/AAAAAAAAABk/89pJZ7HXRU4/s1600-h/calvin%2Bhobbes.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S0J_0aCAr4I/AAAAAAAAABk/89pJZ7HXRU4/s400/calvin%2Bhobbes.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this comic strip the other day. It started to make me think about the answer myself. If your eyesight really sucks and you cant read that it is basically calvin asking hobbes whether people are good with bad tendencies, bad with good tendencies, or just crazy. I have wondered for a long time about this question.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A persons personality (I think) basically derives from their upbringing. Would this mean that people are kind, generous,hardworking etc. and with every mean comment or action towards them they lose these qualities or are they mean, stingy,lazy etc. and with every nice thing or care you give them they lose these faults and become better people. I'd prefer to think they're basically good but I think they are actually basically bad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's a scary thought to think that we are crazy as this could mean that every horrible genocide was just because someone felt like it. I could become a dictator and suddenly say "I don't like people who read blogs" and you would be dead.(Don't worry I won't kill you!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So which do you think, comment below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-3597912891536054921?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3597912891536054921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/comic-stips-raise-interesting-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3597912891536054921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3597912891536054921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/comic-stips-raise-interesting-questions.html' title='Comic stips raise interesting questions...'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/S0J_0aCAr4I/AAAAAAAAABk/89pJZ7HXRU4/s72-c/calvin%2Bhobbes.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-4724052618668516974</id><published>2010-01-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:41:56.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;As in all New Years, I have to think of another resolution.  Normally these  resolutions stay until about the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of January but this one,I think, I'll be able to keep up. My New Years Resolution is to blog more often.  As you might have guessed, I normally blog once a week, every Saturday. I'm going to start by blogging twice a week, maybe every Wednesday and Saturday, then I'll move on to three times a week and then, finally, every day. I plan to buy a domain and might do it with my Christmas money. I know that I do enjoy blogging and have even gotten my friends onto it so it should be okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;2009 was actually a pretty cool year.I'm going to divide it into pros and cons so  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I started Blogging,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I improved my French by spending an extra month there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I (I think)  became Patrol Leader in Scouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I got a Green belt in  karate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I got my grade 5 in  Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I starred as 'Weird  Wink Winklesen' in &lt;i&gt;Little Shop Of Horrors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I  got a laptop for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I didn't get into the Young Scientist Competition twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I probably didn't blog enough&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I entered 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  year getting way too much homework!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I started my orthodontic treatment which sucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4724052618668516974?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4724052618668516974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-as-in-all-new-years-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4724052618668516974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4724052618668516974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-as-in-all-new-years-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-7507234760969633023</id><published>2009-12-26T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:22:34.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='br'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to periodically blog about my Christmas as it goes on. I figure that way I'll have more to write and can write about the entire day. So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.29 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love christmas so much! santa saw my need for a laptop due to my DCD and... I got a &lt;strike&gt;pony&lt;/strike&gt; laptop! I'm so happy I'm going to have to say it again. I GOT A LAPTOP!!! It's a&amp;nbsp; nice little dell notebook powered by Linux. It's small, lightweight, fast and has good battery life. It's perfect! I also got mudguards for my bike which was &lt;strike&gt;strange&lt;/strike&gt; delightfully random! I gave out a couple of prezzies yesterday which was actually funner than receiving presents! Back in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.31 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The guests will be arriving any minute now, my family from Cork and some friends with nothing to do. I have spent the last hour practicing my piano (which is important as I will probably have to play sometime today) gazing at&amp;nbsp; a fire, always fun, taking photos and&amp;nbsp; playing with my seven year old brother, somewhat immature but still fun every time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;3.47 P.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of our guests have arrived. We just watched some of &lt;i&gt;the incredibles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;We all agree that a second should definitely be joined. All of our pressies have been shown around in the&amp;nbsp; boasting fashion that accompanies most Christmases. We have had an&lt;i&gt; aperitif &lt;/i&gt;and are now just chillaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.31 P.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a second &lt;i&gt;aperitif &lt;/i&gt;and are assisting to some present openings!!! I love bombay sticks! These presents are assisted by cries of "oh this is brilliant" and "it's gorgeous" as presents are being opened! I have played my Piano pieces, so has Oscar and Sam is in the middle of playing his (he has more as he plays the guitar) We are having loads of fun next to a fire looking at pictures in a calendar!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.23 P.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I got a mobile from my aunts and grandmother! I was so surprised! I know I&amp;nbsp; must seem like a spoiled brat but... Ah I've got nothing to say I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; spoiled! I had a lovely christmas dinner with melon in the first course, ham turkey duck and, my favorite, stuffing! so nice! My friend came over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.56 P.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last half hour dancing to Micheal Jackson with my&amp;nbsp; brother! So much fun as he is obsessed with Micheal Jackson and we eventually had to stop him as he was going onto a computer and watching Micheal Jackson music videos on youtube 24/7. But it means he has some moves! I just had to follow and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.15 P.M. Next day (26th of December&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun in the next four hours until I went to bed. We started looking up lyrics to cool songs on my laptop and putting the music on youtube in my dads' laptop which was plugged into some speakers. Then along came our neighbor and, instead of screaming at us for stealing her child which I thought she would, came in for some roses and wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-7507234760969633023?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7507234760969633023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7507234760969633023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7507234760969633023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-1421755479008827414</id><published>2009-12-13T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:54:58.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea</title><content type='html'>For those of you who didn't know, I went to Ikea and am back for about an hour or two as I am writing this blog. I just realised how much I love that shop. I drove to Dublin with my mom to find that Ikea is not marked off. Luckily it's huge so we noticed it. The ride was O.K. as I had my homework and study to do and twilight to read. Shopping trip and twilight, must do something profoundly masculine!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SyVTKvYnFRI/AAAAAAAAABY/sEZlThMVkjY/s1600-h/ikea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SyVTKvYnFRI/AAAAAAAAABY/sEZlThMVkjY/s320/ikea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there around noonish, quickly ran to the bathroom (while uncomfortably listening to the blaring out of promotions and the like over an intercom) which left us an hour to explore their showroom floor which (as the name kinda suggests) shows you all the products in their best style. We grabbed some yellow Ikea bags and began buying anything that seemed remotely useful which led to buying stuff that was vaguely  useful like a flour sieve which separated the flour nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; After of course, LUNCH!!!! the &lt;strike&gt;best&lt;/strike&gt; most omnomnom part of the day! this is always a plus as in a Swedish shop, they sell Swedish food! I had 15  meatballs about the size of a bouncy ball and chips. This came with a strange tasting gravy and lingonberry sauce which was just like jam.  I also had a raspberry trifle which was also delicious.  My mom had a prawn and egg sandwich (ewwww) and an apple tart. If you took a glass it was taken as you wanted all you can drink soft drinks which included lingonberry juice which I wasn't brave enough to try. It was some kind of Swedish holiday so they had a (very bad)  orchestra and an Ikea mascot handing out Swedish flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch we went on a tour of the second floor which was where all the products were held. we put our heavy yellow bags in a trolley and I saw the logic in getting another one as this one was almost full. I  got 10 cushions for underneath my new loftbed, a standing lamp, a rug and quilt cover of matching red and a new top for my desk. By the end of our trip we had three  trolleys ! (one was only holding my desk top though)&lt;br /&gt;I do love Ikea!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-1421755479008827414?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1421755479008827414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ikea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1421755479008827414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1421755479008827414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SyVTKvYnFRI/AAAAAAAAABY/sEZlThMVkjY/s72-c/ikea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-4043807588329174250</id><published>2009-12-06T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:55:26.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH EXAMS!</title><content type='html'>Run for your lives, exams are coming!!! yesterday I was at a sleepover with a friend and we were studying. That lasted about half an hour and then we gave up. I barely studied whatsoever last year but this year there is more complicated stuff like English where I have three poems and a novel to study. I think that I am going to have to hit the books but I'll have to find time and will to do it because some of the stuff is amazingly boring.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  As goes school, same old same old. My teachers our O.K. even though some suck *cough &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt;cough*  and homework is being regularly piled on. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Sadly  the stupid Government said that I couldn't get a free laptop for school because my 'disability wasn't big enough' which sucks but I can't exactly do much can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4043807588329174250?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4043807588329174250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhh-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4043807588329174250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4043807588329174250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhh-w.html' title='AHHHHH EXAMS!'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-5745592259729954167</id><published>2009-11-30T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:03:40.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>I went on a scout camp last weekend. It was actually a "leadership course" yet there were people who definitely weren't ready to be leaders. I even saw feetsy pyjamas! There were "venturers" who are older scouts (15+) aswell. &lt;br /&gt;  We ate like kings as there were other venturers who were purely there to cook our meals. It was one of those things where the food isin a tray behind a curved glass-you give them your plate, they fill it with food.They also had two big serving containers full of my wadi which led me to go to the bathroom many a time!&lt;br /&gt;  We were split up into patrols of people we basically didn't know. There was one guy in my patrol but I didn't know the rest at all. But we had some ice breaker games which  helped figure out each-others names and got to know each-other. By the end we knew who we were friends with and who we avoided just like at school. &lt;br /&gt;  As for the activities, rather than just tell us the stuff and be really boring, they just made us do the stuff. We went on a hike and did loads of brainteasers and games.&lt;br /&gt;  By the by, I'm looking to buy a domain but I need to get a knew name as mine has an apostrophe in it and I can't put that in a website name. Please comment with suggestions. *cute face* pretty please?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-5745592259729954167?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5745592259729954167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/scout-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5745592259729954167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5745592259729954167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/scout-camp.html' title='Scout Camp'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-7137498893831459233</id><published>2009-11-22T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:15:10.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Okay I've tried too keep it away for as long as possible but I'm gonna have to say that christmas is approaching. When you see one of these ads you know it's coming. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9_Vz_xVjAU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9_Vz_xVjAU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to figure out what I want and what I'll give but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'ahem'&lt;/span&gt; I'm probably gonna ask for a bunch of easons vouchers to completely restock my library. I doubt this will be the only christmas post this year but for now I'll keep the Carols on the down low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-7137498893831459233?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7137498893831459233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7137498893831459233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7137498893831459233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-2478469264402209577</id><published>2009-11-21T13:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:37:07.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok That obviously wasn't me</title><content type='html'>O.K password change all around. I don't hate myself and I didn't pop the question to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2478469264402209577?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2478469264402209577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-that-obviously-wasnt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2478469264402209577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2478469264402209577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-that-obviously-wasnt-me.html' title='Ok That obviously wasn&apos;t me'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-2400253081851501695</id><published>2009-11-16T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:22:17.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Théo: yeah I'm quitting technology for a week&lt;br /&gt;            Tommy: I could so do that&lt;br /&gt;            Théo: No you couldn't&lt;br /&gt;            Tommy: yeah your right I couldn't&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That took ages. Quitting technology was one of the most hard yet eye-opening things I'll probably do all year (unless I go to Lourdes or the third world!) I saw how  People are all completely technophiles. If I ever wanted to ask my mom or brother something, I would have to run into the T.V. room with a hand over my eyes and my back to the T.V. which is suprisingly hard.Suprisingly, I wasn't really bored. I was really tempted when I heard the Simpsons theme tune yeah, but I always had something to do, read, draw, slice paper with a penknife (suprisingly fun!) and, a new obsession, screwing around with tech decks. The actual plan of this was to cut my obsession with technology or "technophilia"   It didn't work though, I'm still as addicted as ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2400253081851501695?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2400253081851501695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2400253081851501695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2400253081851501695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!!!'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-2355467857058383936</id><published>2009-11-06T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:09:27.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Quitting Technology!</title><content type='html'>Now that I've got you interested, hers a boring essay on the swedish leather enterprise. Only messing! I am seriously quitting technology for a week though!&lt;br /&gt;  Obviously, I'm not going to quit the technology I need, like an alarm clock and reasearch, but I'll quit stuff like T.V., Facebook and, sadly, Blogging. I'll start this on saturday which means I have today, Friday as my last day of technology till Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;  I actually think this is a good thing because it'll much improve my time management and a debate I'm helping with (I'm in the school debating team) Is called "technology is the ruination of our social lives" and it might be useful to try and stay off technology for this debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2355467857058383936?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2355467857058383936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/quitting-technology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2355467857058383936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2355467857058383936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/quitting-technology.html' title='Quitting Technology!'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-7239323218744196161</id><published>2009-11-01T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:29:10.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money,Moola,Richness</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering for a while about money. I think that no matter how much money and stuff you have, you always want something more, whether it be food that doesn't come out of Lidl to everything Apple sell. &lt;br /&gt;   I for one desperately want a macbook laptop but have loads of stuff like a wii, PS2, desktop, ipod etc. While some of my freinds have iphones and macbooks galore, some only have slow desktops and a couple of games consoles. And, when  you think about it, free or cheap things, like reading, going out with friends, or sport can be just as fun as more expensive things. I still really want a macbook though! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-7239323218744196161?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7239323218744196161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/moneymoolarichness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7239323218744196161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7239323218744196161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/moneymoolarichness.html' title='Money,Moola,Richness'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-3441947911024338453</id><published>2009-10-16T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:05:58.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writing Assessment thingy</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's finally over! I am getting a laptop to write with! &lt;em&gt;*does a little jig*&lt;/em&gt; . It turns out I have DCD which basically means that I have a reason for sucking at things such as organization, writing and that malarkey. &lt;br /&gt;   I went for a test a couple of weeks back which was basically just random tests on things such as strength, hand-eye coordination and writing. It was kind of weird the way the therapist was watching me and writing constantly. Normally I fell like a three year old when I do that because a lot of the things ask me to point at things on paper which feels really clumsy but this was actually ok because I just had to say the letter underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;  I would blog for longer about this but I'm in a cramped, stuffy room of about 2 meteres squared and there is a picture of the Mona lisa saying "we are watching you. maximum time 20 minutes"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-3441947911024338453?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3441947911024338453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-assessment-thingy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3441947911024338453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3441947911024338453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-assessment-thingy.html' title='The Writing Assessment thingy'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-271092249183241190</id><published>2009-10-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:46:54.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SthPBdClpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ejsctyZ2iC8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SthPBdClpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ejsctyZ2iC8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393147440170116450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's right, I have a metal mouth! It's funny because my mouth is now more expensive than most laptops. &lt;br /&gt;  It hurts to eat and brushing my teeth takes so long it's annoying. Fruit is the worst. I've developed a technique of ripping of small chunks of the food and sticking it into my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;  It works by sticking a metal thing to your teeth and then attaching them all to a wire with an elastic band which pulls them into place. Five days in I managed to get one of the elastic bands out while brushing my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm still really lucky because I don't have elastic bands attaching my mouth together which seems really annoying and it isn't too showy. &lt;br /&gt;  So, in conclusion, Jaws eat your heart out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-271092249183241190?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/271092249183241190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/braces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/271092249183241190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/271092249183241190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEdB6gtXYQY/SthPBdClpWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ejsctyZ2iC8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-4978319196795017086</id><published>2009-09-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:30:40.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>(by the way, for those of you expecting me to write about my writing assesment thingy, I want to blog about that when the whole story is finished. Next week maybe. But for now, boring old books. Right now I'm re-reading the Harry Potter series, easy reads.You can see that she had the entire story planned out by the second book.Then I'll read the northern lights trilogy.That'll be alot harder, but worth a try. I just read Peter Pan. I swear the author hates children because she constantly says "Children are selfish little brats". Wierdo, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please comment withgood reccomendations, it'd be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4978319196795017086?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4978319196795017086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/books.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4978319196795017086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4978319196795017086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-9130249087001941944</id><published>2009-08-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:40:03.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My room</title><content type='html'>Most of you must have already seen my room. Just in case, I'm going to describe it! It's basically a small cubic box. I have a bunk-bed on one wall, a garishly painted desk on the other wall (blue red and yellow ewwwwww!), a window on another wall, and a bookcase for the other.&lt;br /&gt; I plan to repaint my desk. I would love some colour suggestions!  I'm also planning to change my bunk-bed into a loft bed. I can't make a single bed because my bedside table is at the top bunk. I'll probably but a beanbag or sofa In the extra space. It should be comfier for hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt; you know, that's all I have to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-9130249087001941944?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9130249087001941944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-room.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/9130249087001941944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/9130249087001941944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-room.html' title='My room'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-3347583355645075977</id><published>2009-06-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:50:32.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a long blog. lets start with&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subjects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; Like english for us not french for us you silly person! It is verily hard. 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths&lt;/em&gt; It's not maths when you have to write full sentences for your answers. I get "show your workings" but not this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;History&lt;/em&gt;we're doing christianism and I fell like screaming out "stop giving religion as fact!!"The teacher also wouldn't believe me when I said that normally crusifiction was done with rope and not nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geography&lt;/em&gt; all villages and whatnot no landforms like we dunce irish people do. Same teacher as History and CSPE speaking of the devil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CSPE &lt;/em&gt; Not much diffirent from our CSPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; Like our Spanish. I've become an English assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Science&lt;/em&gt; only biology but pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;options&lt;/em&gt; Not options here but I'm to lazy to do them all.Music and technology.&lt;br /&gt;That be all. Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French peoples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French personalities are baasically born out of American TV with secret handshakes and "peeps" eveywhere. But everyone is really friendly so it's fine. Tough a lot of people have been asking me to speak English which is really annoying because they no speaky zis so-called "Engy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; That will be all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-3347583355645075977?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3347583355645075977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3347583355645075977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3347583355645075977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/france.html' title='France'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-3900491926437376669</id><published>2009-05-28T03:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:37:14.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-3900491926437376669?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3900491926437376669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-on-plane_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3900491926437376669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3900491926437376669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-on-plane_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-327838432502918709</id><published>2009-05-28T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:24:22.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on a plane</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer; don't worry Ryanair, I'll publish this later.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just after leaving and have now realised how much I hate airports. Parents screaming left right and centre, wifi either not available at all or only available in some places. And Ryanair just charged us €80 because "we didn't check in online."And then the shops have nothing whatsoever that I'm looking for. This book shop had the 2nd book in a trilogy I'm Reading and not the 3rd one! Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-327838432502918709?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/327838432502918709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-on-plane.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/327838432502918709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/327838432502918709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-on-plane.html' title='Blogging on a plane'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-2841075652410648645</id><published>2009-05-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:53:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Everything Hurts</title><content type='html'>O.K so yesterday I was involved in the school "skipathon" which involved watching half my school attempt to skip, failing miserably. So at one point, We were all skipping  a big rope. I jumpedat the right time, but not the right height. So the rope ct my feet from under me and made me fall flat on my back. Not high enough to clear the rope, but high enough to hurt. So then I got back into the skiping-group and started to jump when suddenly my back started hurting like hell. Even though I screamed out, nobody seemed to notice. I  skipped karate that day because I knew it would hurt to much.&lt;br /&gt; So today my back still hurts and now my calf muscles hurt. P.E. was murder. I couldn't run without my back sparking up. So I just ran slowly, hand on my back. Ouch. So in conclusion, my everything hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2841075652410648645?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2841075652410648645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-everything-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2841075652410648645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2841075652410648645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-everything-hurts.html' title='My Everything Hurts'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-3562396200585445008</id><published>2009-04-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:22:31.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers and environment</title><content type='html'>I was walking to school today and I passed by my CSPE/English teachers' house. I always look at it to see if i'm late because if her car is gone, I'm late and if its parked, I'm ok. So today I looked and for some reason, I thought about how teachers are almost hypocrytical to their enviroment. I looked at how my CSPE teacher, who constantly talks about the environment, drives the 500 metres to school. I think that only one teacher in the entire school walks! And the only teacher that I know that carpools only does it becausethe person she carpools with, Ana our spanish assistant, probably doesn't own a car. And I've never seen a teacher do even a tiny gesture for the environment. My CSPE teacher was mysteriously "missing" the day we had a neighbourhood clean up. Your thought for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-3562396200585445008?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3562396200585445008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers-and-environment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3562396200585445008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/3562396200585445008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers-and-environment.html' title='Teachers and environment'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-7534897204792077228</id><published>2009-04-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:18:49.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><title type='text'>school and sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Paul O'Connell is oficially the lions captain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was said on the intercom in our last period. It made me think about how schools think about sport more than they think about the education of these students. Can you imagine a class learning something that may decide what they do in their later life to not be able to learn it because the intercom interrupted him for that minute (hows that for a worst case scenario!) &lt;br /&gt; But even if you look at the school itself, you find that there is on the whole much more advertisement for all things sport than anything else. I missed Scifest (a science competition smaller than the young scientist) because I had no idea when it was on. And yet all students are alerted when Paul O'Connell becomes Lions captain.&lt;br /&gt; And then if you look at school extra-curriculars. I mean to get in to some colleges you need extra curricular and most people, which the colleges know, jump at the chance of kicking a ball around to get into Harvard. (I know, I'm watching to much T.V.) and my school, and I'm pretty sure most schools are like this, has much more sports teams then academic teams.&lt;br /&gt; So, in conclusion, Stop with the big emphasis on sport!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-7534897204792077228?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7534897204792077228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-and-sport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7534897204792077228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/7534897204792077228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-and-sport.html' title='school and sport'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-8517232822168622368</id><published>2009-04-14T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:59:56.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Is Silly</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting around, bored for the entire day and I have now realized that no matter how many anti-boredom thingymagigys you own, boredom still makes you not want to play this game,read this book or write this blog post. But then, when opportunity to do something arrives, you only want to play this game, read this book or write this blog post! Why is this true????? I DESERVE AWNSERS TO MY MANY DILLEMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-8517232822168622368?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8517232822168622368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-is-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8517232822168622368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/8517232822168622368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-is-silly.html' title='Boredom Is Silly'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-1038878402439848190</id><published>2009-04-07T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:21:47.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first iPod post</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting on the couch while my mom is watching a TV program on our French TV transmitter on people learning a new language immersed in this language (a french family in china) and it's making me think about my bilinguality (give me the proper word) and I found I often think about how in Ireland I speak this perfect no mistakes french for everybody but the moment I go to France I speak horrible French in an English accent or "un accent anglais" also, in Ireland,I'm  almost chauvinistic to France but in France I'm almost chauvinistic to Ireland! I guess it's because in Ireland everyone calls me "Frenchy" while in France I'm "le petit irlandais" (the irish guy). So I think it's up to the people around me to chose who I am and how I feel. And it's probably the same with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-1038878402439848190?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1038878402439848190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-ipod-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1038878402439848190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/1038878402439848190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-ipod-post.html' title='My first iPod post'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395988771104069224.post-5507889575546648211</id><published>2009-03-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:05:27.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>I've started playing a random game of basketball with my brother as he has become an obsessed person (give me a better word!) and my mom kinda wants me to join because "basketball makes you taller." yeah right. So anyway, i was playing with my brother and he takes me up on these random rules which, when he plays, he has a loophole to which is basically cheating but... not cheating and hes so tall that he can just dribble close to the net, put his hand over me and, for lack of a better word, plop it in. like, I'll go up to block and hit his hand away from the net and he calls foul. but He'll just block me away with some random loophole. In short the problem with basketball is: to much rules not enough free play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-5507889575546648211?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5507889575546648211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/basketball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5507889575546648211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/5507889575546648211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-4736320836997717158</id><published>2009-03-24T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:56:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google and Blogging</title><content type='html'>In bed last night (the night I started to blog) I realised that blogger belonged to Google and then I thought, if blogger is so big, why is it impossible to get to blogger from google without typing it in? I mean if you really want blogger to work, you've got to have a lot of people on it. So why is it only this thing people might talk about sometimes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DESERVE ANWSERS TO MY MANY DILLEMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-4736320836997717158?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4736320836997717158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/google-and-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4736320836997717158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/4736320836997717158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/google-and-blogging.html' title='Google and Blogging'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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-8395988771104069224.post-2056196013951671723</id><published>2009-03-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:46:58.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='html is annoying'/><title type='text'>the reason why its "theos other diary"</title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of making another REAL website called "Théos Diary" but its not up and running yet because html makes me angry in about an hour. I mean I type  &lt;img=example&gt; and for some strange reason the website has decided it doesn't want to put in an image grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395988771104069224-2056196013951671723?l=theosotherdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2056196013951671723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-why-its-theos-other-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2056196013951671723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395988771104069224/posts/default/2056196013951671723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theosotherdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-why-its-theos-other-diary.html' title='the reason why its &quot;theos other diary&quot;'/><author><name>Théo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17422337387062916640</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></feed>
