<?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-6710402</id><updated>2012-01-23T21:04:42.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Flowers never bend with the rainfall</title><subtitle type='html'>where Sarah prattles on when she has nothing else to be getting on with:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-116604229113944334</id><published>2006-12-13T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:38:11.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely to be a new trend</title><content type='html'>I've enjoyed reading Toph and Rosies's blogs lately so I thought I might break my slience and post for once. Also may be related to my exam tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;I can't see that I'll start blogging again tho - don't think quite enough people are likely to read this for that to be an effective use of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other news front, we've just been tootling along in our new house, and have generally been quite well planned for Christmas (good job, as have coursework and exam this week). Have our christmas tree up which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...settled in ok to new house - after initial worries it would fall down, have come to the conclusion that this isn't actually that likely after all. Still at the back off my mind, and have restricted the amount of stuff being stored in the loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Still doing on call at the hospital, which is rubbish - and I've no doubt that the antisocial hours and lack of any sensible shift system are knocking years off my life and deteriating my health. However. At least patients have access to E45 cream at 11pm. hhmm. Some of the stuff I get called about is /actually/ relevent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I can actually sum up a couple of years into one post, (and do any revision for exam), so I'll leave it there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-116604229113944334?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/116604229113944334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=116604229113944334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/116604229113944334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/116604229113944334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2006/12/unlikely-to-be-new-trend.html' title='Unlikely to be a new trend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-111679531645486209</id><published>2005-05-22T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:55:51.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In summary</title><content type='html'>It's come to my attention that I've not posted for over a month now which is rather poor...so I thought I would. Seem really busy lately but I think thats partly to do with spliting time between Notts and Halifax, and generally being busy. Means I don't seem to see people as much as I used to but thats no ones fault but my own. And I'm going to have to buckle down on the work front before my pre-reg exam :( which means even less time for seeing people!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't remember all the things I've been up to lately..but a quick a summary, not necessarily (sp?) in the correct order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Went to see Kate's new house (nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Sorted out wedding flowers, and dresses for Bridesmaids, and food for evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Found a house to live in for next year (quite nice, room for people to come and visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Been on Brownie Pack Holiday (fun...although overtired, overexcited 7-10 year olds weren't that much fun on Sat night...think they enjoyed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Done a community placement at loyds sowerby bridge (pharmacy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Had Grandad's 80th Birthday party at our house (He is 80 today...and I was invloved in getting people drinks. Which led to one of the daftest conversations I've had in recent times. My Aunt was helping with drinks too - and at one point she said "so-and-so is wanting a bit of lemon". So of I went and got one and put it in a glass - and asked the lady which drink she had been wanting - to which she replied - "a bit of lemon". so I replied - "...shall I fill it up with lemonade then?" - she (and by now the rest of the people she was talking to) said "no - just a bit of lemon". I said - "you don't want a drink then?" and they said "no, a bit of lemon is a drink in its own right"...so I asked how to make it. Eventully it was explained she was  wanting (and everyone else had been saying - I just wasn't hearing them correctly)a bitter lemon. Which we didn't have any of anyway. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Painted youth centre in Nottingham with Housegroup there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Went to a friends 70th B'day party (been baking lots of choc cakes!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Went on a Marriage course in Nottingham (useful, fun... but it did make me laugh - I was woking at the community pharmacy at loyds at this point, and when I said I was getting married in a church they said 'oh, are they making you do a marriage course thing?', which I replied no - we've had to find one of our own...&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111679531645486209?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111679531645486209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111679531645486209' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111679531645486209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111679531645486209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-summary.html' title='In summary'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-111403701387213185</id><published>2005-04-20T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:45:24.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Justification</title><content type='html'>I have been asked probably every day since finding I had a job in Nottingham '...so do you have anywhere to live...', which I am starting to think I should try and do something about. However, when talking about weddings/new houses/honeymoons, some people suddenly feel they are entitled to pass judgement on how we are spending our money...and that because we are doing the above things we must be loaded (or at least have an unfair amount of £ wrt the rest of the populace). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now I'm getting abit sensitive about the whole 'have you got a somewhere to live yet' question and am perhaps over-reacting. But I do end up feeling that people think I'm somehow bad for not being on the breadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other point I suppose that John might argue would be what does it matter if others know how much money you have.Which I guess is true - but I often feel guilty when working with people 30 years older than me who I am fairly confident are being paid that same/less...or who perhaps couldn't afford to go to sri lanka as they have to support their children/grandchildren etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day it reminds me of a song... again...by a bang called "why?"... and I am fairly confident you'll not find the lyrics on the internet - goodness knows I've tried!  (theres a challenge for you:)). They are not completely obsure in Christian circles, but they did split up a few years back. The song was called 'think yourself lucky' (I think:)).  Basically it says think yourself lucky that God made you who you are. Maybe if no one rises to the bait and finds the lyrics for me I might type them up at some point. Then again I might not. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111403701387213185?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111403701387213185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111403701387213185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111403701387213185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111403701387213185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/04/justification.html' title='Justification'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-111394986534333793</id><published>2005-04-19T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:31:05.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder about writing a blog. It's quite nice on one hand to let everyone know what you're up to...but on the other hand hour becomes a much bigger thing. Which generally means I figure its not worth writing anything much of value because I can't be bothered with the backlash I'd get.&lt;br /&gt;However, at the moment I'm kind of tired and abit crotchety...I guess partly cos I miss John and am fed up of just talking on the phone....it's not the same...especially as I suspect he gets the same way - and so its harder not to be irritable with each other - which is illogical anyway since you've waited all day to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best go to bed to combat the tiredness:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111394986534333793?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111394986534333793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111394986534333793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111394986534333793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111394986534333793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-111289586651219589</id><published>2005-04-07T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:44:26.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Job job job!!!</title><content type='html'>just briefly - I've got a job! (yey)...a big relief - I was starting to wonder if I was going to end up being a locum. I had 2 interviews this week - at Derby and Nottingham City. I got the City one, which was probably the one i wanted most - although really I would have been pleased with either:). V glad to not have to do any more interviews for the time being:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111289586651219589?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111289586651219589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111289586651219589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111289586651219589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111289586651219589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/04/job-job-job.html' title='Job job job!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-111135615748382846</id><published>2005-03-20T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:02:37.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday evening blues</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;the people in Nottingham didn't give me a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;we've finished out wedding invitation making phase one - and due to a slight misunderstanding they are irreversibly not how they were intended to be - which is especially gutting as we've put about 40 hours into making them so far. we so should have taken everyone elses advice and done a day overtime each and had them made for us. It would have taken less time and we would have had decent invitations and extra money left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;John has gone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;it's work again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm abit of a perfectionist really, which on reflection is a good think when I think about the job I'm planning (whistfully hoping) to end up doing...but I think is quite hard for other people to deal with as I don't like compromising on what I think is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a song by Clearlake...which also reminds me I've not listened to that CD for ages...so maybe I will:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Evening - Clearlake&lt;br /&gt;It's just Sunday evening, So whats with this sinking feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I must have done one of these at least a thousand times before...maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;It never stops raining. There isn't much point complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will turn up soon, and then its back to work for you - or whatever it is that you do.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of washed out days. Lets face it there isn't much on except songs of praise.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Sunday evening. It's just Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;It's still Sunday evening. I've had more than enough I'm leaving. I'm tired of it never ending so its off to bed for me and tomorrow well maybe we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;It's one of washed out days. Lets face it there isn't much on except songs of praise.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Sunday evening. It's just Sunday evening. It's over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111135615748382846?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111135615748382846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111135615748382846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111135615748382846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111135615748382846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-evening-blues.html' title='Sunday evening blues'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-111108158955523141</id><published>2005-03-17T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:46:29.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Good life radio</title><content type='html'>One of my friends from church has started doing an internet radio &lt;a href="http://www.northernbroadcasting.co.uk/Presenters/the_good_life.htm"&gt;Christian show&lt;/a&gt; - which I listened to this week - and thought it was good! The northern broadcasting site is pretty naff, but it does the job:). Its kind of cool that you can listen to it all week - rather than just at a set time. I guess lots of radio show can do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and on the job front, still no news...hope is dwindling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111108158955523141?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111108158955523141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111108158955523141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111108158955523141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111108158955523141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-life-radio_17.html' title='Good life radio'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-111092590474983540</id><published>2005-03-15T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:31:44.750Z</updated><title type='text'>jobs jobs jobs :(</title><content type='html'>I've still not heard back from the the job interview at QMC in Nottingham which I went to last Thursday. And whilst I'm not actually wanting to be pessimistic, I get the feeling it can't be good not to have heard anything by now! I suppose it could be worse tho - I could have heard that I've not got the job! Even if I'm their second or third etc choice, that would be fine - but I hate the waiting to fine out. Have had to start application for the other job I wanted, as I can only post it via snailmail and the closing date is Friday. Nevermind. Maybe things will be more cheerful tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-111092590474983540?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/111092590474983540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=111092590474983540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111092590474983540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/111092590474983540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/03/jobs-jobs-jobs.html' title='jobs jobs jobs :('/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110954003333637890</id><published>2005-02-27T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:33:53.336Z</updated><title type='text'>that my life...will never end</title><content type='html'>weird sort of day - thought I was going to have quite a quiet day, but in the end went on a short walk with Grandma and Grandad - the point of which was in fact to have afternoon tea in a fancy hotel  - &lt;a href="http://www.thedevonshirearms.co.uk/"&gt;the devonshire arms&lt;/a&gt;. My G&amp;G have cunningly cottoned on to the fact that for a little more than you'd usually pay for a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits (£2.95 to be precise), you can sit in a right fancy hotel lounge, have a huge pot of tea/coffee/etc, read the newspapers in front of a log fire - which was very pleasant. There were also lots of fancy looking people having afternoon tea - complete with little sandwiches and scones and cream (and some with huge plates with lots of different bits of cake for each person). Anyway, it was good fun, and I dare say that if I had lots of money I might like to pretend I was rich and poncy more often...however, for now that will have to wait. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110954003333637890?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110954003333637890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110954003333637890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110954003333637890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110954003333637890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-my-lifewill-never-end.html' title='that my life...will never end'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110941129634844185</id><published>2005-02-26T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-26T09:48:16.350Z</updated><title type='text'>to pretend...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post last night that I have a further interview (seeing as I didn't want and more crucially wasn't offered the last job I went to interview for), but this time actually at a big teaching hospital where I would actually like to work:) The hours look somewhat mad for the first year, but I'm sure I'd get over it. However, when I got in last night, my Dad said something about 'the writen clinical test'...which I'd missed reading on the letter (aren't parents great!? I would have been gutted if I'd got there not knowing!). So I'd best start to revise which will be good in the long run as it should mean I know more. And also good because I have nearly 2 weeks to revise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110941129634844185?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110941129634844185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110941129634844185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110941129634844185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110941129634844185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-pretend.html' title='to pretend...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110937302695217820</id><published>2005-02-25T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:10:39.840Z</updated><title type='text'>so, I'll continue to continue</title><content type='html'>have been on holiday...just a little one to Nottingham, but it was on the whole very nice and I had fun. It's also been cracking to come back to work on Thursday and only have 2 days before the weekend:) However, also a sad week because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosiejs.blogspot.com"&gt;Rosie&lt;/a&gt; is leaving shortly for sunny Cambridge :(, &lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; was sad when I was in Notts:(  &lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; and John shout alot at each other (and i was kind of responsible for them living together).&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110937302695217820?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110937302695217820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110937302695217820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110937302695217820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110937302695217820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-ill-continue-to-continue.html' title='so, I&apos;ll continue to continue'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110881080018534198</id><published>2005-02-19T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:00:00.186Z</updated><title type='text'>more of Ed's quizes</title><content type='html'>further time wasted doing another of &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed's&lt;/a&gt; quizes...to determine I'm a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=8666" alt="I am 52% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off now to galleries of justice with John and friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110881080018534198?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110881080018534198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110881080018534198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110881080018534198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110881080018534198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-of-eds-quizes.html' title='more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bloged.co.uk&quot;&gt;Ed&apos;s &lt;/a&gt;quizes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110842134793965231</id><published>2005-02-14T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:49:07.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Squash</title><content type='html'>Yey! Today I won my first ever squash league game - even though it was v close- 2 games to 2, and then in the fifth an final game at the end we were 8-8, but then I won....I was quite excited really. My serve lets me down though - my opponent had a far better serve, which was where he got most of his points. Maybe I should practice more. I was talking to the chap afterwards about playing more - and I said I didn't really have time for any more squash because I played my &lt;a href="http://rosiejs.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; about once a week...when i realised that won't be so in a while when she moves :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110842134793965231?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110842134793965231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110842134793965231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110842134793965231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110842134793965231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/squash.html' title='Squash'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110831515894618246</id><published>2005-02-13T17:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:21:52.956Z</updated><title type='text'>nerds and dweebs</title><content type='html'>Ed was doing a nerd test - and although appartently I am more geeky than him, I only come in at a wannabe nerd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8576" alt="I am nerdier than 25% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think thats quite enough posting for one day. Two posts in one day indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110831515894618246?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110831515894618246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110831515894618246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110831515894618246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110831515894618246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/nerds-and-dweebs_13.html' title='nerds and dweebs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110830247038017423</id><published>2005-02-13T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:47:50.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and Films</title><content type='html'>Still haven't heard back from the job interview I went for last week, which is on this occaision quite a good thing, as I don't think I want the job! I'm busy writing the application  for the next job now - which is at QMC in Nottingham. Currently looking  like I'll have to handwrite my application to fit into their form - what is the work coming to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0311113/"&gt;'Master and Commander - the far side of the world'&lt;/a&gt; on Friday night, which was ok - the best bit was the nature photography of swimming lizards in the Galapagos, which seeing as it was a film about boats and sailing I think really sums up what I thought of it. It maybe didn't help that it was a big epic, but I was watching it on my 15" comupter from across the room, so I think some of the impressive nature of the filming were lost in darkness. I also tended to get abit confused at the battle scenes with what on earth was going on, who was shooting who and who was winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the cinema to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0290002/"&gt;'Meet the Fockers'&lt;/a&gt; which I found held my attention more, and was quite fun. It was very silly humour, and maybe not quite as funny as some films I have enjoyed, but I was laughing most of the way though. The cinema was full - more full than I've seen in ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110830247038017423?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110830247038017423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110830247038017423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110830247038017423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110830247038017423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/jobs-and-films.html' title='Jobs and Films'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110772637050161616</id><published>2005-02-06T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:50:32.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Battleground God</title><content type='html'>My mother found &lt;a href="http://www.philosophersnet.com/games/god.htm"&gt;this quiz web site&lt;/a&gt;...yet another waste of time - perfect when meant to be revising for job interviews:) It's meant to test out if you've thought out your religious beliefs properly...I think! Some of the explainations were abit too much for my poor brain at this time of night on a Sunday. However, it suggested that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Battleground Analysis&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;You have been awarded the TPM medal of distinction! This is our second highest award for outstanding service on the intellectual battleground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you progressed through this activity without being hit and biting only one bullet suggests that your beliefs about God are internally consistent and well thought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A direct hit would have occurred had you answered in a way that implied a logical contradiction. The bitten bullet occurred because you responded in a way that required that you held a view that most people would have found strange, incredible or unpalatable. However, because you bit only one bullet and avoided direct hits completely you still qualify for our second highest award. A good achievement!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which actually meant wrt other people I was in the top 45.88%...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How did you do compared to other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250675 people have completed this activity to date. &lt;br /&gt;You suffered zero direct hits and bit 1 bullet. &lt;br /&gt;This compares with the average player of this activity to date who takes 1.39 hits and bites 1.11 bullets.&lt;br /&gt;45.88% of the people who have completed this activity, like you, took very little damage and were awarded the TPM Medal of Distinction. &lt;br /&gt;7.50% of the people who have completed this activity emerged unscathed with the TPM Medal of Honour. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect, rather like &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed's&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk/archives/001247.php"&gt;Which denomination of Christian are you&lt;/a&gt;" quiz its not got &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that much basis it fact. but hey! fun for ten min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110772637050161616?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110772637050161616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110772637050161616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110772637050161616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110772637050161616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/02/battleground-god.html' title='Battleground God'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110693502935569094</id><published>2005-01-28T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:57:09.356Z</updated><title type='text'>it's just another day</title><content type='html'>Making a concerted effort to update more:)&lt;br /&gt;Had tea at my Grandma and Grandad's with my Uncle from Canada yesterday which was nice, although made me sad about leaving hx next year again. When we got home I watched the next installment of 'anatomy for beginners' which was interesting - the way the body works is amazing! Then I fell into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off ok (well...after I dragged myself out of bed...) but this afternoon I had a confusion with a prescription for cocaine...although I did nothing really bad or illegal, I think I still confused many people/wasted their time. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110693502935569094?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110693502935569094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110693502935569094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110693502935569094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110693502935569094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-just-another-day.html' title='it&apos;s just another day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110677322431303931</id><published>2005-01-26T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:00:24.313Z</updated><title type='text'>losing at squah</title><content type='html'>lost another game in my (stil the bottom) squash mini league! But it was good fun - the chap I was playing didn't flatten me - and at least hit the ball back to me sometimes so that I got a chance to run around abit! It's a good job that when &lt;a href="http://rosiejs.blogspot.com"&gt;Rosie&lt;/a&gt; and I play we are more easily matched or I think I'd have given up by now! I feel like I've done quite good exercise though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110677322431303931?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110677322431303931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110677322431303931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110677322431303931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110677322431303931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/01/losing-at-squah.html' title='losing at squah'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110676449448507296</id><published>2005-01-26T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:34:54.486Z</updated><title type='text'>shamed into posting</title><content type='html'>Have been glancing at other peoples blogs today and have thus been reminded how pathetic my posting is! So thought I'd post. Been feeling quite stressed recently (although not reaching the levels of before Christmas yet!)- mostly about jobs for next year. It's not that I don't think there will be jobs for Pharmacists, just not where I want to live. Anyway, I think I've discussed this topic to death with about everyone I know (and probably repeated my self on numerous occaisions ....lol !) so I'll stop there. On a good front, I told my line-manager person that I'm planning to leave in the summer, which I have been fretting about for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting things that have happened to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt; went to Nottingham to John's work's Christmas-new year party which was very good. It was 60s/black and white themed, and had some good music. The only down part was when john told me I shouldn't show my teeth when I smile because they are a funny colour, which my dad has also been harping on about for a while. I do not think my teeth are vastly discoloured, and I never have to see them so it doesn't really bother me at all. There was a good band there who were a beatles tribute band - although I came to the conclusion that you couldn't really be that bad if you were singing beatles tunes :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;went on walk in Notts...where John fell over and cut a chunk out of his knee. which added excitement even if it was of a nasty type. Appears to be getting better now though. &lt;/UL&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have seen &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt;, Laura, Matt, and Rachel which was fun, played squash, been to brownies, and an written application form!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110676449448507296?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110676449448507296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110676449448507296' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110676449448507296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110676449448507296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/01/shamed-into-posting.html' title='shamed into posting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-110572825547550565</id><published>2005-01-14T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:44:15.476Z</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>goodness me I'm bored. in a very strange sort of way - there are things that i could do if i wanted but I don't really... random! I think I'm not quite sure what I'm meant to be doing tonight, and my Mum isn't home as she usually is on a friday so i have no one to talk to!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110572825547550565?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110572825547550565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110572825547550565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110572825547550565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110572825547550565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/01/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110457973147212227</id><published>2005-01-01T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:42:11.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2005 is good to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we like nice numbers isn't it. Cos really what does it matter if its the first day of a new year - its just a number. Don't get me wrong tho, I'm all in favour of a good excuse to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've generally stopped making resolutions, because they just get broken. But heres what I'm looking forward to about 2005:&lt;br /&gt;Getting married&lt;br /&gt;Qualifying as a pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;and not so looking forard to:&lt;br /&gt;Moving house &lt;br /&gt;Moving job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'll just have to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110457973147212227?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110457973147212227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110457973147212227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110457973147212227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110457973147212227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-110296997339201659</id><published>2004-12-13T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:32:53.393Z</updated><title type='text'>busy bees</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd write a token post so as to promote that my blog isn't dead quite yet. Seriously ill maybe, but still kind of going! I've been both busy and worried of late, neither of which encourage me to blog - busy with work, wedding plans and Christmas, and worried about exam, wedding plans, work next year(applications, interviews etc), moving house.  I suppose thats abit of a lie, I'm fairly relaxed about wedding plans in general - but am seeming to struggle to find a nice dress to wear. it has been suggested I give up and go for a casual look, but I quite fancy a white dress of some sort. I'd post links of the styles I've been looking at but have been banned from talking about details to much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a residential 3 days at Leeds uni, which hopefully should be interesting. I'm becoming one of the people that students had to clear all of their belongings out of their rooms to accomodate. i really used to dislike clearing all my things out of halls for 3 or 4 weeks. The hall we are staying in is a catered hall, which is nice, and has food included. Lots of the people who stay their are very ungrateful and are going to eat out for all meals. This seems such a waste to me. If food is being cooked for you it is wasteful not to eat it. The quality of food at the place we are staying is of hall standard - e.g. mostly mass produced, but it is perfectly edible. Anyway, so far all the people I know who are going are planning to eat out, which makes me feel alittle antisocial, but hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best go and organise trains times to get to leeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110296997339201659?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110296997339201659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110296997339201659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110296997339201659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110296997339201659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/12/busy-bees.html' title='busy bees'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-110038157188500934</id><published>2004-11-13T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:32:51.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>I'm having abit of a random weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I slept in EUREKA!&lt;a href="http://www.eureka.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the brownies which was fun but tiring. The brownies were actualy really well behaved, but still looking after them full time and not really sleeping that well because of that was exhasting!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now most of my friends from halifax are in Nottingham - whilst I'm in halifax cooking for my mum and dad'd dinner party (who are blatentlt worried we're getting married so young!). weird. maybe 2moro things will be more normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get back to the cooking :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-110038157188500934?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/110038157188500934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=110038157188500934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110038157188500934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/110038157188500934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/11/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109829336770779913</id><published>2004-10-20T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:27:06.206Z</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>found this draft this pm (12/11/04)...I'm getting very bad at this posting lark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to a &lt;a href="http://www.delirious.co.uk/"&gt;delirious?&lt;/a&gt; concert last night, which I thought deserved a post - especially since I'd not posted for so long before today. It was really good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109829336770779913?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109829336770779913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109829336770779913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109829336770779913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109829336770779913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/10/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109829287496428867</id><published>2004-10-20T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:26:21.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>I was doing a quiz that Rosie'd done. I wasn't terribly impressed, although it did have the advantage of being short :). I struggle between chooseing different opitions, but in the end decided on some that led me to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="flowers" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073835631_gAnime1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came from the flowers. Innocent, cute, you see&lt;br /&gt;the world in a rainbow colored perpective.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, but sometimes a bit foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/Where%20did%20you%20come%20from?/"&gt;Where did you come from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....partly because I quite fancied the idea of 'a rainbow coloured perspective!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109829287496428867?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109829287496428867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109829287496428867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109829287496428867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109829287496428867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/10/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109649751795135392</id><published>2004-09-29T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:38:37.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy to psot</title><content type='html'>Seem to have been rather busy lately - not that I'm doing lots of things I don't want to do, but just that there doesn't really seem to be time to do tham all. This has included more wedding planning :), and excessive (well, for me anyway) amounts of squash playing. I suppose this is good, and may end up in me being &lt;em&gt;fit and healthy&lt;/em&gt;, although this is perhaps doubtful. One of my dad's friends saw me at the squash club and couldn't believe I was doing excerise! I didn't think I appeared /that/ lazt, but hey! I also seem to have been stiff for some days now, mostly as a result of playing squash too strenously (sp?) or not warming up/down properly. Anyway, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, night night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109649751795135392?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109649751795135392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109649751795135392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109649751795135392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109649751795135392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/too-busy-to-psot.html' title='too busy to psot'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109560175253822581</id><published>2004-09-19T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:05:50.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed's quizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;ed &lt;/a&gt;had yet another quiz for me to waste time on, so I obliged and it produced a pretty picture (with a code for putting it on your blog!) so here we go!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="50" alt="The Hub" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ProlixFootle/1090949980_ialsocial1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;Category I - The Hub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a 'people person'. Networking runs in your&lt;br /&gt;blood. Consequently, you can move through most&lt;br /&gt;social circles with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ProlixFootle/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Social%20Entity%20are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Type of Social Entity are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really sure about it all really, but there's no time to think about it now - I'm off to bake biscuits:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109560175253822581?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109560175253822581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109560175253822581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109560175253822581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109560175253822581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/eds-quizes.html' title='Ed&apos;s quizes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109527709813341923</id><published>2004-09-15T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T20:38:18.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dance, dance, dance!</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to book a ceilidh band for our wedding next year...which isn't appearing that easy - the people we've talked to so far either are rather expensive, or are on holiday in August...its in progress...although if anyone knows any good ceilidh bands in the yorkshire region let me know!:) It doesn't help that I'm not so confident about phoning people I don't know - so I get abit on edge before I actually call. Its silly really because most people are very friendly, and in this case they will mostly be making money if they do play at our wedding! Apart from the ringing up though, I'm in all evening tonight (nice change....although watch my social life plummet now I've said that!), so I'm now going to do abit of card making, and then I might go to bed early. How sad is it when I look forward to going to sleep early!...I'm getting middle aged before my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109527709813341923?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109527709813341923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109527709813341923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109527709813341923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109527709813341923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/dance-dance-dance.html' title='dance, dance, dance!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109491512479000613</id><published>2004-09-11T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T16:05:24.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You've won a cruise!</title><content type='html'>I was rudely awoken this morning by a telephone recording of a person telling me I'd won a cruise.  (in fairness I should have been awake some time earlier as I was very busy)...at 9.30am. I jumped 0ut of bed and ran to find a phone. By that time the answering machine that I'd forgotten to switch off started up so I had to run about further to stop it. At which point I realised the reason the person on the other end wasn't answering was because they weren't really a real person, and felt cheated that I'd run around for a recording. However, it made me wonder why on earth do the companies get from 'spam' phoning (for want of a better/the correct term), at 9.30 in the morning on a saturday? surely they just end up making people (like me) miffed that they've been denied their lie in for nothing...I suppose I am being particularly ungrateful as I did need to be woken up /really/. I'm not actually sure if I've won a cruise or not, I presume not, and I'm certainly not going to call  up the number they left which costs £1.50/min. tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've done quite a lot of things, including lots of posting and have been to a Church BBQ, which was good fun, it was nice to see people, and to convince myself I do still know people at church - there are quite a lot of new people who I have no idea who they are, although I think they've been there for ages! On the other hand of that, people don't know who I am either - 2 people asked me if I was new - one reckonised me from the year before's bbq, but thought I was a uni friend of one of the young people from church who was visiting again! The silly thing about this all is that I do go to this Church every weekend I'm in Halifax, and am in a Housegroup appart from other things! I think I might need to be a bit more proactive about talking and meeting people, because it's not a huge church (especially cf. to my Church in nottingham!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109491512479000613?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109491512479000613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109491512479000613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109491512479000613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109491512479000613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/youve-won-cruise.html' title='You&apos;ve won a cruise!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-109486031413292640</id><published>2004-09-11T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:51:54.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>walls in the wrong places</title><content type='html'>Having had a very pleasant evening with Rosie, Toph and Bill...including playing cranium board game which was fun, I decided to go to bed. So I switched all the lights off...and walked straight into a wall - doh! I can usually walk around places I know in the dark without incident, so it was particularly odd. Especially as I also managed to bend my glasses - never good! The worst thing about the whole thing was I hadn't even drank that much so there really is no excuse...daft...and evendently I need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109486031413292640?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109486031413292640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109486031413292640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109486031413292640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109486031413292640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/walls-in-wrong-places.html' title='walls in the wrong places'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109476735228515370</id><published>2004-09-09T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:02:32.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>posting for the sake of posting</title><content type='html'>I've not posted again for a few days...partly because I've been busy, but partly because I don't actually have a right lot to say...oh, and my computer is being very silly, and because I'm not intrinsically computer minded and don't want to reformat it I can't fix it :(. It appears to be something to do with my computer now being connected to the interent via a wireless network, whilst it used at one point to be connected to  the university network. The computer hasn't managed this transfer and now keeps coming up with random kernal32 and various blue screens. It seems to then continue fairly happily but I don't think it can really be a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out to a pharmacy meeting tonight, which has been ok. I do seem to have abit of a tendancy to end up talking to old men.  I don't quite know why, but I tend to feel most comfortable talking to them...weird.  It was about infertility....I hope if I want children it's straightforward, or it appears it might end up rather expensive. Out of interest the NHS in this area will only fund IVF if&lt;br /&gt;a) you are both under 35&lt;br /&gt;b)neither of you have children from this or previous relationships (bit harsh if you have a child from a previous relationship neither of you ever see)&lt;br /&gt;and some other criteria I can't recall. So best to try for children before 33 just incase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is going back to uni tomorrow, which is abit sad although no doubt I'll see her again! It seems alittle odd not going back myself, although saying that I'm glad as I've previously said to be out of my mad house. I like being paid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109476735228515370?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109476735228515370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109476735228515370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109476735228515370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109476735228515370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/posting-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='posting for the sake of posting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-109442018737784746</id><published>2004-09-05T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:36:30.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality tests</title><content type='html'>I've been influenced by &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; to do 2 different personality tests recently...which was kind of fun but I don't think they can both be right! The BBC one said I was a peacemaker, whilst the other one said (in summary) that I was a brute (volatile, stormy and incredibly sexy...hmm!). However, I guess they are fun to do. And the BBC did Identify that I was the most likely to dislike reading history books, which was clever of it:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem too tired to type these days :(...on this occaision the tiredness is linked to having been on a residential course for 3 days at Leeds uni (I'm a student again!...well I have a new NUS card anyway), and then spending the weekend visiting in York (which was fun...although drove home that I'm friends with more "grown up" people who live in their own houses than not - which was weird!), and finally going to CYFA (church youth group...apparently Christian Youth Fellowship Association) - where I'm going to be a 'leader type'. Anyway. Thats quite enough typing as I can't go to sleep because of the piles of rubbish on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109442018737784746?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109442018737784746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109442018737784746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109442018737784746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109442018737784746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/09/personality-tests.html' title='Personality tests'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109397673009978139</id><published>2004-08-31T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:25:30.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zazoo</title><content type='html'>My dad showed me &lt;a href="http://www.visit4info.com/details.cfm?adid=9115"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; clip...which I thought was very funny...as it happened he'd already showed it me before when he first got it...hmm...is he trying to tell me something?he doesn't really need to bother!...how ever! Anyway, I thought I'd post it here so you can enjoy it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109397673009978139?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109397673009978139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109397673009978139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109397673009978139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109397673009978139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/zazoo.html' title='Zazoo'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109330183766544190</id><published>2004-08-23T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:57:17.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da-da!</title><content type='html'>Heres the first post from my bedroom on the new and cunning network system. It does make me feel abit incompetant though, as I don't really know how it all works. Maybe I should talk to a computery person about it!:) However, I'm tired now so this is it really. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109330183766544190?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109330183766544190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109330183766544190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109330183766544190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109330183766544190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/da-da.html' title='Da-da!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109307844486436548</id><published>2004-08-21T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T09:54:04.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>networking</title><content type='html'>Yea! my computer in my bedroom is now networked up by a wireless network! Very exciting. &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; sorted it all out as I am sadly lacking in the computer know-how department, especially when it comes to networking! My dad is also well pleased with it all as he can send emails from the lounge (if he so wished). However, I've not had a good chance to enjoy it as I'm in Nottingham for the weekend, now using the network &lt;a href="http://www.bloged.co.uk"&gt; Ed&lt;/a&gt; set up there in his house which John is now living in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109307844486436548?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109307844486436548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109307844486436548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109307844486436548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109307844486436548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/networking.html' title='networking'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109295067388628282</id><published>2004-08-19T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T22:24:33.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy...</title><content type='html'>2 posts in one day?...bit bizzare for me really, however we've just been out to the new restaurant near my house, which has been very nice. Probably made nicer because we had 3 bottles of wine, but still! The food wasn't present in excessive quantities, but it was very nice. I had Warm salad with black pudding and bacon (although technically I asked for no black pudding), then Roasted aubergine with rocket and parmesan which was surprisingly tasty. We all then had strawberry and vanilla cream brulee (sp???)  which was very very nice. Even better in my mind- the restaurant place is contemplating making the current overflow bit into a lounge type place with big sofas.  I really fancy this to go and sit in, as the wine&amp;music was good, and you couldn't get much closer to my house if you tried.  (this apparently would be ok with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also of interest, the people who have started the restaurant are 19 and 20 years old respectively. What a huge undertaking! I hope they do well so that I can go back :).  Anyway, my the phoneline is busy, so I can't ring the people I wanted to :(. I might just go to sleep instead:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109295067388628282?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109295067388628282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109295067388628282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109295067388628282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109295067388628282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/crazy.html' title='crazy...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109293676533225647</id><published>2004-08-19T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T18:34:25.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Food</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd better type something here as Ed keeps linking to me and I'm never updated! I've been quite busy, hence no blogging action. August is a particularly busy month for my family - As it is my, my Dad's, and my Mum's birthdays within 8 days. So I've been especially busy making cakes and having parties (yea!). Its all been good fun and included a carrot cake, chocolate cake, a rhubard cake, a party tea, a bbq, a thai restaurant, and another restaurant tonight! John came to stay the weekend after my birthday which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the BBQ, which was in aid of my dad's birthday I'd cooked a cake called 'Angel food' - which was a recipe given to me by a friend who originates from Malawi. Its a cross between a meirange, turkish delight and a madeira cake - a squashy cakey thing. Its abit different, but I like it (hence asking for the recipe). However, one of the guests did't like it and told me (among other things) to burn the recipe!! (she'd had abit to drink and we /were/ sitting around a patio warmer chimney fire thing). I know her quite well and wasn't particularly offended...but I was abit taken aback! It made me wonder whether I should be&lt;br /&gt;a)pleased that she knows me well enough to feel able to say that,&lt;br /&gt;b)offended because she was abit rude&lt;br /&gt;c)indifferent - we'd all had abit to eat and it's only cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think really I'm going with a cross of a) and c), but it's funny - most of the time if I ate something at someone elses house I'd usually eat it anyway if I didn't like it, and maybe say 'It was different' - unless it was really awful...actually no I would eat it anyway - I've eaten melon which tasted more of mould than anything else before now cos i didn't want to offend the host! I don't know which approach is the best - I suppose maybe the person who didn't like my cake thought I'd be ok with her telling me it was nasty. Which I'm evidently not quite as I've written all of this:). I'm sure I'll cope thought with it only being cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thing happened at that bqq - some of Dad's friends were laughing at me being bought 'How to be a domestic goddess' - Nigella Lawsons cookbook (mostly cakes, puddings and biscuits yumyum). Which I thought abit strange- cos I'd asked for it and they all know I like cooking and baking. However, it turned out that my Mum had been telling them that John had bought it for me randomly (which he hadn't, and the person who had bought it knew i wanted it!)...so I guess they were thinking that John was hoping to make me to into a Domestic Goddess...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm due out shortly so I'd best be off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109293676533225647?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109293676533225647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109293676533225647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109293676533225647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109293676533225647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/angel-food.html' title='Angel Food'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109208729312640068</id><published>2004-08-09T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:34:53.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>small rant</title><content type='html'>I was going to have a small rant here but have decided against it because its not really the time and place, and its making me sad and worthless feeling. So instead I'm going to go and have a bath and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109208729312640068?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109208729312640068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109208729312640068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109208729312640068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109208729312640068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/small-rant.html' title='small rant'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109157068585083828</id><published>2004-08-03T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:04:45.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>I seem to be quite tired at the moment...which is probably cos I'm not used to working - and  that I've been busy. I'm home alone at the moment which I guess means I seem to have more to do. Its odd as well. I seem to have trouble relaxing - when I sit down when I get in from work to watch neighbours I feel really lazy. I'm not sure if I am really slipping into being a lazy couch potato or if its just me being paranoid. Perhaps when I'm more settled into work and summer is over it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the theatre this evening with my Grandad.  It was a play about a commitee (sp?) meeting which was actually quite funny (although the local paper rather randomly gave it a slating!?).  There was quite a rude bit in the middle which was odd, as the rest was about a church fete and suddenly there were about 10min about a lesbian romp. bizzare indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what I thought about that. Its odd because as far as I can make out for lots of people of my Grandparents generation (and my parents for that matter)  being gay was very taboo. Where as by many of my friends its considered fairly run of the mill. But were people in previous era's just very restrained  or didn't"come out"? or is it more of a social thing anyway-ie the climate has changed and people have changed to suit? I don't think I've really got time to debate that here and now but it made me think abit. We had a talk about it at church  (well 2 talks really) which were about homosexuality. basically the bible says its a no-no. At least putting it into practice is.  Which I think puts us in a hard position - saying that something that society regards as fine being wrong. although it isn't the only thing i guess. but i often think that people think of us as not being tolerent or of being homophobic which at least for me isn't at all the case. I think lying and gossip and adultery are also wrong too. and I like gay people as much as other any other person - in fact it wouldn't really change my view of someone  . Its the hate the sin but love the person lark i guess - much the same as any other sin. Some people would argue that its infact not a sin but i think the bible makes it pretty clear that it is. and you can't really pick and choose which bits of the bible to believe. well i  don't think you can anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was abit of a ramble. if you have any idea what i was on about well done, I'm not entirely sure myself. As i originally said I'm abit tired and am going to go to sleep shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109157068585083828?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109157068585083828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109157068585083828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109157068585083828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109157068585083828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-109137460505915221</id><published>2004-08-01T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T16:36:45.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Working and BBQs</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm almost a real grown up now - having started work! So far its been good - not much to do yet but everyone is very friendly and I think when we get to know more what we are doing it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;Also had a bbq last night which was good fun - nice to see people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109137460505915221?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109137460505915221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109137460505915221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109137460505915221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109137460505915221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-and-bbqs.html' title='Working and BBQs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-109079010683617920</id><published>2004-07-25T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:15:06.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Weddings and Dancing</title><content type='html'>I had fun in Ireland - visiting Dublin, Co. Cork and Co. Wicklow. They were all very nice, with lots of interesting things to do and see. I suspect we were rather touristy, but hey thats what we were there as! It was fun going on Holiday as a four - and I guess cos we all know each other well anyway it helped everything go smoothly. We drank appropriate amounts of guiness and baileys - and the guiness really did taste better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being in Ireland really drove home how rude&amp;nbsp;England has been over the ages.&amp;nbsp; There are many cases of this. Like taking over countless countries and taking the peoples land. I'm not really a historian but whilst&amp;nbsp;reading more about Irelands history - for example the potato famine where the food that was produced had to be sold to the&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;(maybe to pay their rent/taxes?) when thousands and millions of people died-&amp;nbsp; I think we have been downright mean.&amp;nbsp; I think we did similar things all over the world (.../empire).&amp;nbsp; It doesn't make me pround to be English, which is sad. I guess maybe the way to look is forward rather than backward, and believe that we can affect the choices made on our behalf. /anyway/ I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from holiday John and I came back to Hx to do some intensive wedding planning( which wasn't really that intensive, but hey!) - at least we have a photographer booked now (and budgets and lists and wine menus and suit hire catalogues!) We then went to a wedding of two friends we've known since first year uni, which was lovely.&amp;nbsp; It was a Christian wedding - by which I don't really just mean it happened in a Church (although it did!), but that the people getting married both had strong Christian faiths, which made it even nicer.&amp;nbsp; I guess cos God was really involved. That sounds rather random and I'm not trying to suggest that God isn't there unless belive in him, but more that his part in the marriage was reckonised.(sp?) &lt;br /&gt;It was also a very nice party afterwards with lots of country dancing (which I hated at school but have since become very fond of!). I'm not quite sure why that is - I think perhaps its because I am more secure now - I remember being much more bothered what people thought of me at school - and also maybe cos at school parties&amp;nbsp;we used to progessive dancing (i.e. where 2 people dance, then each choose another person and dance again (now 4 people), and so forth 8,16,32 etc until everyone is dancing. All good except you're then sat there going hmm...why does no one pick me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting work tomorrow (eek! real world!) so I'd best go so I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed for then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-109079010683617920?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/109079010683617920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=109079010683617920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109079010683617920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/109079010683617920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/holidays-weddings-and-dancing.html' title='Holidays, Weddings and Dancing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108964498734885991</id><published>2004-07-12T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:09:47.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerald Isle</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I spelt the title right, but I'm in Ireland on Holiday! We're staying in a hostel on the edge of the city which seems quite nice, although alittle odd - and it doesn't seem to be quite finished yet...so far we've wandered around alittle bit and been to look at lots of old books in Trinity collge - right up my street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108964498734885991?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108964498734885991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108964498734885991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108964498734885991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108964498734885991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/emerald-isle.html' title='Emerald Isle'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108947872792639770</id><published>2004-07-10T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T17:58:47.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>I've had a bit of a busy week...which has left me feeling alittle bit tired and snappish (not good for the people I'm going on Holiday with in 2 days :)). &lt;br /&gt;Firstly graduation - felt alittle bit silly in the whole hat and gown lark but wasn't too bad! Quite good fun really and was nice to see other people all dressed up too! &lt;br /&gt;Then went to London to get my d of e. We looked around hyde park which was quite good - got to see the Princess Diana fountain (apparently arguably a water feature but hey!). I also felt abit...don't really have a word for it - stuck up maybe? - I was sitting next to a girl who seemed abit miserable, but I thought I'd try and talk to her anyway - I was asking where she'd been to school/college - and she looked at me blankly - so I asked if she'd done GCSE/A-levels...where she said no...wasn't clever enough to do GCSEs. Anyway, nevermind. Lots of people were in fancy hats  etc so on that front I felt underdressed for abit, but there were some more normal people there too!&lt;br /&gt;Finally have been up to Northallerton to stay for a while with John's parents which was nice - and saw all his Grandparents which was also nice. John was squabbling with his sister when they were together which was bizzare...better stop at that or I'll be told off!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back off to nottingham for a day and then going to ireland for a week camping/hostling (fingers crossed for good weather!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108947872792639770?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108947872792639770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108947872792639770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108947872792639770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108947872792639770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108886916733512059</id><published>2004-07-03T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:39:27.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable weather</title><content type='html'>Its abit of a grim day here in Halifax- really quite grey and wet. I'm feelnig bit fed up - I guess I'm not a great fan of School reunions (which is how I spent the afternoon). I reckon the average age of the past students was 55, if not 60. I'm also currently on the phone to try and cancel my old freeserve account from nottingham - which I evidently won't be needing anymore I've been listening to the same recorded message for some time now which is rather depressing me.&lt;br /&gt;On a positive point I managed to buy a skirt to wear for graduation  -plain black, straight, long. This doesn't sound a tricky thing to buy, but apparently there is no demand for such skirts in Halifax - most of the shops said - no...sorry usually we have lots of skirts - but not this year. Anyway. All I need to find is a pait of smart shoes! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108886916733512059?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108886916733512059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108886916733512059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108886916733512059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108886916733512059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/miserable-weather.html' title='Miserable weather'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108879462125641355</id><published>2004-07-02T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:57:01.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a traveller!</title><content type='html'>I've always secretly envied the people who got to go travelling to far flung places...and hoped one day to do the same (maybe when my income has increased?). However, the last couple of weeks have made me realise in fact I would be really bad at it - I very much dislike organising holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I have enough money to do exactly what I want then it would be ok, but most of the time these days I'm just looking at what I want to do and actually doing or planning another. I think thats the main reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway how hard should it be to organise car hire for one week, and book a few campsites? Really shouldn't be a problem for 4 uni graduates but we seem to be struggling! Nevermind. Hopefully once we get there we'll a)all still be friends b)enjoy ourselves! Out of interest we're going to Ireland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108879462125641355?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108879462125641355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108879462125641355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108879462125641355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108879462125641355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-traveller.html' title='Not a traveller!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108869998141280357</id><published>2004-07-01T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:39:41.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More junk</title><content type='html'>This is getting abit repeatitive isn't it? I am continuning with the upacking/sorting, which I am still rather bored with...zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108869998141280357?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108869998141280357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108869998141280357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108869998141280357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108869998141280357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-junk.html' title='More junk'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108860049037914465</id><published>2004-06-30T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T14:01:30.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much junk!</title><content type='html'>I'm finding it quite hard to settle in back in halifax...not least because I have too many belongings. Now I know it sounds abit odd...but I've managed to collect loads of bits and pieces which now do not have a home. So they are in my room and outside it and i don't know what to do with them. It makes me feel very unsettled and abit panicy which is actually rather bizzare. However much I tidy/throw away there appears to be some left-  a neverending story! Anyway, in the last few days I have mainly attempted to unpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had a forrage into the land of wedding photography..."Our basic package with 20 photos in an albumn costs £895". The most expensive package yet has been £2,400 (including 2 photographers...but still!). Thats £2000 more than the budget!...So, if anyone knows any good wedding photographers that might be affordable let me know! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108860049037914465?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108860049037914465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108860049037914465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108860049037914465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108860049037914465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/too-much-junk.html' title='Too much junk!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108842517905058494</id><published>2004-06-28T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:19:39.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I'm left Nottingham as a student! It's all rather odd - when I was leaving my overwhelming feeling was being glad not to be living with my mad housemate anymore but I'm missing everything else already :( I think when I'm abit more settled here and unpacked and everything is less chaotic feeling it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to see Ross Noble  at the victoria theatre last night who was very funny. It's odd tho - I can't really remember much of what he said except quite alot about weasels. hmm.&lt;a href="http://www.rossnoble.co.uk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108842517905058494?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108842517905058494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108842517905058494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108842517905058494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108842517905058494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108829617018828094</id><published>2004-06-27T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T01:29:30.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a whole week</title><content type='html'>It's my last night in Nottingham at Wollaton Road. Really rather bizzare. On one hand its sad because I'm leaving Nottingham (although I feel sure I will be back at some point), but on the other its good because I don't think I could cope with much more of my mad housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week:&lt;br /&gt;Organised and had a 90th Birthday party for the brownies&lt;br /&gt;Watched England loose the football :(&lt;br /&gt;Shouted at said mad housemate and got cross with her&lt;br /&gt;Visited soon-to-be-married friends house - kind of scary really!&lt;br /&gt;Been swimming with brownies to water theme park&lt;br /&gt;Eaten lots of nice food in/out/at friends houses&lt;br /&gt;packed&lt;br /&gt;cleaned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I should really go to do some more packing as I'm leaving at 10am 2moro. NightNight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108829617018828094?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108829617018828094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108829617018828094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108829617018828094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108829617018828094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/almost-whole-week.html' title='Almost a whole week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-108785716085682054</id><published>2004-06-21T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:32:40.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>I feel all over that place today...I should have gone to sleep sooner and not stayed up drinking on my own:) It also doesn't help I've had to move all my food into my room so if doesn't get stolen/poisoned and its now all over my floor! I also should have got up earlier but nevermind - there's always 2moro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And w've booked flights to Dublin - yea! Very exciting - i've never been to Ireland before :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108785716085682054?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108785716085682054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108785716085682054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108785716085682054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108785716085682054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108777048049610550</id><published>2004-06-20T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:28:00.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Evidently that wasn't a total sucess...but I'm getting tired now and am going to go to bed. Maybe I'll try again later...maybe not:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108777048049610550?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108777048049610550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108777048049610550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108777048049610550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108777048049610550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108776874763877314</id><published>2004-06-20T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:12:38.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking solo</title><content type='html'>I've had a very pleasant evening and am concequently in a moer normal mood! I'm now finishing it off with a glass of wine...I'd rather like to be able to make a poll...I'll see how this works!&lt;!-- // Begin Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method=post action=http://poll.pollhost.com/vote.cgi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 width=150 bgcolor=#EEEEEE cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think to drinking by yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;Fine - I do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;Ok if thats your thing....but not for me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;Somewhat sad really&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=4&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;Why would you want to drink alone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;Don't know/care&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=6&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="#008800"&gt;None of the above (you can always explain in the comment bit if you have nothing better to do:))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=hidden name=config value="c2FyYWh0d2VhawkxMDg3NzY4Mjg1CUVFRUVFRQkwMDg4MDAJQXJpYWwJQXNzb3J0ZWQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type=submit value=Vote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF colspan=2 align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-2 color="#000000"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.pollhost.com/&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- // End Pollhost.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108776874763877314?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108776874763877314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108776874763877314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108776874763877314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108776874763877314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/drinking-solo.html' title='Drinking solo'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108774566280060776</id><published>2004-06-20T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T16:34:22.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've had a nice weekend with people from my Church group in the peak district...at Bamford - which is near to ladybower resovoir (sp?) where the dambuster people practiced bouncing bombs. We mostly just had a weekend away although we also did some praying for each other and had communion together this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that its odd just having communion with a bread bun and some red juice (substitute wine) somewhere random (i.e. not church). But then, that's mostly I think because I've grown up usually having communion in Church where the priest type is meant to drink up all left over wine and eat the bread up if its not used in the service (I think because its been blessed), rather than because of any actual theological problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've perhaps been in a little bit of a peculiar mood this weekend...carried on really from thursday. Don't really know why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108774566280060776?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108774566280060776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108774566280060776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108774566280060776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108774566280060776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108750822187318250</id><published>2004-06-17T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:37:01.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>I've again been quite busy (after I managed to get up)...including watching the football at church! I was found the football made me quite anxious which was odd...although less so when England won! I've still been abit tired and in a strange mood this evening which is silly. I suppose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I find football brings out a slightly stange childlike side of men(boys?) I know &lt;br /&gt;b) I don't like thinking about holidays (random I know...I like going on holiday but don't like the organising. Maybe one day when I have lots of money!)&lt;br /&gt;c)I find it abit weird only going to be in Nottingham for a week more.&lt;br /&gt;d)I feel tired and possibly might have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;e)maybe I don't need a reason really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going away for the weekend with Church group - to the peak district I think:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108750822187318250?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108750822187318250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108750822187318250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108750822187318250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108750822187318250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108742174509167286</id><published>2004-06-16T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:39:09.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>Now that I've finished work and exams I should have nothing to do at all...but I still feel quite busy. But then again busy with fun things. I suspect if I wasn't busy I'd be fed up - that tends to be the nature of things! Saying that I've enjoyed the last few days (well, since getting results really) alot. I've done lots of fun things with lots of different fun people which has been very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a pile of about 15 wedding magazines today which are somewhat scary. Although I'm not so scared about the actual getting married (well...at the moment at least), all the magazines do make me feel bizzarely nervous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108742174509167286?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108742174509167286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108742174509167286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108742174509167286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108742174509167286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108728955672542528</id><published>2004-06-15T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:52:36.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>My Grandma and Grandad are coming to visit me today, which will be cool. However, they are due in about 30min and the house is rather messy! 'm off for some last minute cleaning:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108728955672542528?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108728955672542528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108728955672542528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108728955672542528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108728955672542528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108714560940089782</id><published>2004-06-13T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:53:29.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I've had a lovely lazy day today...and done very little. Its odd, cos sometimes when I do nothing I feel bored but today its been nice! Maybe its cos I have absolutely no work to be concerned about and its nice and sunny! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108714560940089782?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108714560940089782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108714560940089782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108714560940089782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108714560940089782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108702693641334768</id><published>2004-06-12T08:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T08:55:36.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Well, now I might have an increase of 200% in readership (not hard, hehe) I'll do abit more typing...although I'm starting to wonder if this blogging lark is actually worthwhile- I might end up offending someone (on their blog if not here...) abit late to be worrying about that now I suspect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the viva front, it turned out to be a good viva -  so yea! Feel abit of an imposter now though...but then I also decided that was a good thing - I got the best mark I could with about the least possible work! It feels abit weird being finished to be honest - abit like the let down when exams are finished - 4 years for one number! I suppose its good that there is more to life than work or it'd be abit dispiriting at this point! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108702693641334768?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108702693641334768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108702693641334768' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108702693641334768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108702693641334768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710402.post-108690791637043112</id><published>2004-06-10T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:51:56.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>futility of posting to myself</title><content type='html'>...I'm thinking I'll stop writing here untill I've actually told people (if ever!) that it exisits...as only you ever read this and I talk to you everyday anyway!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure if I try I can figure more useful things to do with my time...hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108690791637043112?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108690791637043112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108690791637043112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108690791637043112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108690791637043112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/futility-of-posting-to-myself.html' title='futility of posting to myself'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108681231071281251</id><published>2004-06-09T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:18:30.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>viva update</title><content type='html'>k...I should correct what I said previously, probably having a viva would be a bad thing! Anyway, it'll be over 9.30 2moro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108681231071281251?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108681231071281251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108681231071281251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108681231071281251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108681231071281251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/viva-update.html' title='viva update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108673390785688534</id><published>2004-06-08T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:31:47.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivas and Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>What I am thinking about at the moment are vivas. I'm not sure whether I think they are a good or bad thing - on the one hand they are very good - the possibility of getting a higher degree class than you really deserve - very nifty. On the other hand poor - a nasty oral exam grilling! Ah well...I still don't know if I've got one or not so its not worth worriying about really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to see Harry Potter 3 at the cinema today - it was good - although I'm generaly alittle disappointed by the films - I guess they can't hope to fit in everything that is in the books into one film. This book is also my least favorite so far - so I suppose that didn't help! I did very much like buckbeak the hippogriff - I was impressed by him - and also the Marauders map (sp?)...it looked just about as I imagined it!...Now I've got to wait for the next book for my next installment of Harry Potter...nevermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108673390785688534?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108673390785688534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108673390785688534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108673390785688534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108673390785688534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/vivas-and-harry-potter.html' title='Vivas and Harry Potter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108660942136475451</id><published>2004-06-07T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T12:57:01.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidying</title><content type='html'>Today we've been tiding up for before our bbq. I say &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; fairly loosly - really I've not done very much cos I wasn't actually around this weekend, but the house and garden look quite smart now - and most of the food has been bought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I think I'm antisocial...but I'm kind of looking forward to 2moro and not having anything at all to do!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108660942136475451?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108660942136475451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108660942136475451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108660942136475451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108660942136475451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/tidying.html' title='Tidying'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108656306095080359</id><published>2004-06-06T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T00:04:20.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>I sometimes think I think too much. Think can get very confusing when I do...however, on the other hand there are lots of thinks that do need serious thought into them. Religion for interest. There's no point just giving that a couple of minutes - it needs to be thought about. But then, thinking about exam marks, or friends (or lack thereof), or indeed making problems up to worry about tend to be counter product in thinking terms...hmm...sounds like I should be asleep. &lt;br /&gt;However, I think [:)] what brought on this writing about thinking was infact a person I met this weekend - who is a Christian - but very much bubbling over with faith and love for everyone else. And I kind of thought it would be nice to be like that. Although I don't really think you can compare or judge other peoples spiritual like (surely its something primarily between the person and God - and also "men look at the outside appearance - God looks at the heart") it made me desire to be more like that...which I think is more biblical - i.e. to want more faith. Anyway, perhaps in a week or 2 i'll look back at this and see if anythings changed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108656306095080359?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108656306095080359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108656306095080359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108656306095080359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108656306095080359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108611610872954355</id><published>2004-06-01T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T19:55:08.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>work and things</title><content type='html'>Been bored at work today...and I kept making silly mistakes which I was cross with myself for. Hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also finding it weird being home, and people still being in Nottingham. I think next year will be very odd! Nevermind...anyway, things to do, people to see!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108611610872954355?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108611610872954355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108611610872954355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108611610872954355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108611610872954355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/06/work-and-things.html' title='work and things'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108602617759569057</id><published>2004-05-31T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:56:17.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall </title><content type='html'>Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall &lt;br /&gt;(P. Simon, 1965) &lt;br /&gt;Through the corridors of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Past the shadows dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;My mind dances and leaps in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is real,&lt;br /&gt;I can't touch what I feel&lt;br /&gt;And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue to continue to pretend&lt;br /&gt;My life will never end,&lt;br /&gt;And flowers never bend&lt;br /&gt;With the rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror on my wall&lt;br /&gt;Casts an image dark and small&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;I am blinded by the light&lt;br /&gt;Of God and truth and right&lt;br /&gt;And I wander in the night without direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue to continue to pretend&lt;br /&gt;My life will never end,&lt;br /&gt;And flowers never bend &lt;br /&gt;With the rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no matter if you're born&lt;br /&gt;To play the King or pawn&lt;br /&gt;For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;So my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Becomes reality,&lt;br /&gt;And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue to continue to pretend&lt;br /&gt;My life will never end,&lt;br /&gt;And flowers never bend &lt;br /&gt;With the rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108602617759569057?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108602617759569057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108602617759569057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108602617759569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108602617759569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/flowers-never-bend-with-rainfall.html' title='Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall '/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108602270619336060</id><published>2004-05-31T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:58:26.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpetbag</title><content type='html'>had a nice non-bbq last night with Grandparents - lots of fun! We are having the bbq we were going to have yesterday but for the weather this evening.&lt;br /&gt;And today I've been mostly sewing on my sewing machine. Its odd - when I didn't have it I didn't really miss having one - but now I can quite easily spend 3 hours sewing various bits and pieces. Bizzare...like how in exams you want to do everthing but revise and then when they're over you're bored...or Mary Poppins bag (maybe thats abit tenuous, but hey its my blog and I can write what I like...especially as I don't think anybody /actually/ reads it lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108602270619336060?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108602270619336060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108602270619336060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108602270619336060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108602270619336060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/carpetbag.html' title='Carpetbag'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108591686350308676</id><published>2004-05-30T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T12:34:23.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>at what point will I stop needing to sleep?</title><content type='html'>I was lying in bed this morning dozing...having already been woken up by Mum and Dad getting up and switching the burglar alarm off (fair enough - I shouldn't expect them to completely tiptoe around)...when a large racket started (through the wall admittedly) by my head. Deciding there was evidently nothing for it than to get up I found my Dad hoovering before breakfast- crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one good thing I suppose - with any luck in 30 years time I too will need negliable(sp?) amount of sleep - but for now I'm still tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108591686350308676?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108591686350308676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108591686350308676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108591686350308676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108591686350308676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/at-what-point-will-i-stop-needing-to.html' title='at what point will I stop needing to sleep?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108578143270112537</id><published>2004-05-28T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:57:12.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn!</title><content type='html'>I'm very tired! I'm very much looking forward to this bank holiday weekend  - I need the sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had an ok day at work today - although I was starting to get alittle bit tired of the various patients who kept bringing back medicines we'd dispensed telling us we'd done them wrong...so I kept having to search through the piles of prescriptions that had by this time been filed away to find their script and show them that in fact we were right... I was more miffed with the receptionists at the attached GPs who were sending the patients to us saying we'd done it wrong rather than sorting it out themselves. I realise everybody makes mistakes- but I guess it annoys me being a)wrongly accused b)when people can't take the flak for their own errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been to see a play with my Grandma this evening - which was good, and alittle thought provoking. It was mostly about some homeless people camping out in a Church, and all the congregation being up in arms about it, but in the end they stayed untill they got abit sorted out. Made me think about how the Church can be sometimes rather unwelcoming - which I don't think is how it should be. Jesus welcomed everybody - and didn't mind those that society disregarded...but even typing this I know I fall way short of this - its perhaps easier to walk on by. Something to think about for the weekend anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108578143270112537?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108578143270112537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108578143270112537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108578143270112537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108578143270112537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108568403265615476</id><published>2004-05-27T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:53:52.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea with the Queen!</title><content type='html'>well, strictly that isn't quite true - but I was standing a few metres away from her!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finshed exams yesterday (yea!) - which was actually rather odd- first of all I was very happy, and then more sad because I was leaving Nottingham for a year! After sitting at the ark for a couple of hours, I went to Salmas house for tea - very nice - and great company, and then was whisked away to go home to halifax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up early, then went off to the Town hall...where I sat in the majors parlour for quite a while and then 'was presented to' the Duke of Edinburgh (because I'd done my gold D of E). I spoke to him briefly - it was all very nice although rather odd as the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh are just people - its bizzare in a way making such a fuss! Then we walked down to the piece hall, where the Queen and DofE wandered about abit, and watched a singing performance by a acting group. Shortly after they left in a smart car with no numberplate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could write more here - but I'm done in from work this afternoon...so I'm off to have my tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108568403265615476?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108568403265615476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108568403265615476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108568403265615476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108568403265615476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/tea-with-queen.html' title='Tea with the Queen!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108556063530421681</id><published>2004-05-26T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:37:15.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Exam!</title><content type='html'>I'm nearly finished... 5 hours and its all over -eek! &lt;br /&gt;I really should  be doing panic revision now but I can't /quite/ get myself up to it - probably a lack of sleep/care by this stage. Its abit random- reminds me of the end of school when we all felt abit at a loose end. Its like the end of an era - and I know many of the people (and places) who 'become acustomed to their faces' I'll not see eva again! (also remembering my lack of communication skills. Goodness me. &lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'd best be off now to try and memorise NHS law etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108556063530421681?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108556063530421681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108556063530421681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108556063530421681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108556063530421681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-exam.html' title='Last Exam!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108309262730979674</id><published>2004-04-27T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:08:02.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>infact, it never really got of the ground, did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, the diet can always start tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It sure feels weird typing to just about nobody...maybe I'll get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've not done much...which has lead to me generally feeling *bored*...ah well...back to pharmacoecomics I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108309262730979674?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108309262730979674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108309262730979674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108309262730979674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108309262730979674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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-6710402.post-108084529614315158</id><published>2004-04-01T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:51:54.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...will this work!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710402-108084529614315158?l=sarahtweak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/feeds/108084529614315158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710402&amp;postID=108084529614315158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108084529614315158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710402/posts/default/108084529614315158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahtweak.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097069233575002620</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>
