<?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-6783018375504706384</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:15:48.237+10:00</updated><category term='congratulations to me'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='urban dictionary'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='flower'/><category term='united nations'/><category term='Matt Smith'/><category term='ellen von unwerth'/><category term='RENT'/><category term='harem pants'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='free dress'/><category term='Forever 21'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='ANZAC day'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='emo'/><category term='imprint'/><category term='self-improvement'/><category term='smart mouths'/><category term='review'/><category term='friend'/><category term='bedham'/><category term='bonus post'/><category term='formal'/><category term='sex hotlines'/><category term='future'/><category term='story'/><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='Hannah Montana'/><category term='chips'/><category term='the perks of being a wallflower'/><category term='exams'/><category term='senior'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Things I Want'/><category term='hate'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='late'/><category term='style'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='hamish and andy'/><category term='circus'/><category term='Planet of the Dead'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='Cute and Crafty'/><category term='the new megan'/><category term='F. Scott Fitzgerald'/><category term='book review'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='mugglecast'/><category term='filming'/><category term='collage'/><category term='infomercials'/><category term='poem'/><category term='horrors'/><category term='The Happiness Project'/><category term='The Crucible'/><category term='teenage'/><category term='finishing school'/><category term='no time'/><category term='life is'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='nylon magazine'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='topshop'/><category term='Things That Make Me Happy'/><category term='prom'/><category term='swimwear'/><category term='Getting to know you'/><category term='Arthur Miller'/><category term='Classic Rock'/><category term='script'/><category term='floral shirts'/><category term='high school'/><category term='beda'/><category term='podcasts'/><category term='Update on my life'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Sekrit'/><category term='Ministry of Magic'/><category term='meme'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='english'/><category term='tamora pierce'/><category term='under pressure'/><category term='Music'/><category term='rapping'/><category term='random'/><category term='Bloglight'/><category term='glass candy'/><category term='The Things I Know'/><category term='prom dress'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='formal dress'/><category term='ysl'/><category term='David Tennant'/><category term='economics'/><category term='energy'/><category term='The Great Gatsby'/><category term='epic fail'/><category term='play'/><category term='Gretchen Rubin'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='lemon diet'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='the mighty boosh'/><category term='satire'/><category term='schoolwork'/><category term='university'/><category term='The Clash'/><title type='text'>SHIMMER AND SHAKE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1689995521470001417</id><published>2010-04-23T18:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:29:17.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Way Up High</title><content type='html'>I'm in a kind of weird mood today. Also, I'm sorry for not posting as much as I should have been. I would use the old lame excuse of "I've been busy" but it's truuuue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit lost right now, I think haha, I feel like my legs are jostling for most-painful-place-on-Earth with my head and my back. It's kind of tiring haha. Also I've just had a rather large fight with le boyfriend so I'm not sure he is still speaking to me. I don't know if I should call him or not. I've already texted (but I think he might not have credit) and talked to him on facebook (but he was idle). I don't know if calling is a bit too clingy?? [For the record, we were both just snappy with each other, neither of us really did anything too wrong except for not being very respectful in how we were speaking to each other].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also strange for me because I'm at home at the moment which I'm not usually. My sister is being delightfully horrid and reminding me why I stay at my boyfriend's house so much in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've made a step forward in my development as a person. I consider myself to be primarily a good person. There are people who would disagree with that, one girl who would call me "the worst friend ever". But I look at my life and there are people who love me, who think I'm an amazing person, and really, those are the people who know me the best. I think anyone who doesn't like you, just doesn't know you well enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1689995521470001417?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1689995521470001417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/somewhere-way-up-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1689995521470001417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1689995521470001417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/somewhere-way-up-high.html' title='Somewhere Way Up High'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6441698578379184799</id><published>2010-04-07T22:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:08:22.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles and Boringness</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll confess I've left today's post astonishingly late. Not really, I have an hour. However, knowing me, I will now proceed to get a drink, sit down, type a sentence, make a snack, sit down, eat the snack, type a sentence, go to the bathroom, sit down, type a sentence, complain about the blog and type a sentence. I would then be left, five minutes before midnight to write pretty much an entire blog. It's a kind of way I fail, ostensibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is rolling around, moaning and complaining of being "mindshagged". Then again, I suppose studying engineering for six hours on a holiday would do that to a person. In some ways I'm grateful that I am not doing a university degree that requires such an intense level of commitment (as I'm sure it is a commitment that I would not make) but at the same time, it often results in people assuming that I am less intelligent that I feel I am. If I were in a degree like Law, Science, Medicine or Engineering (all of which I got the grades to do) I think I would get more respect. Eh, that's the trade off for doing what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a lovely hour-long bubble bath before being summoned to the line of duty at work. The bath was deliciously slimy with bath salts and copious amounts of body wash. I did come out smelling like a rose, though. I discovered a whole heap of my old poetry and report cards today. I also found my old maths book, which contained about a 1:10 ratio of maths to drawings/poems/stories/random lists etc. It's no wonder that my feedback on one of my exams was merely "you don't like maths, do you?" and a nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm afraid I must leave you to spare a few cookies from my boyfriend's lusty mouth (and transfer them swiftly into my own, of course). I hope you have a really pleasant day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6441698578379184799?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6441698578379184799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbles-and-boringness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6441698578379184799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6441698578379184799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubbles-and-boringness.html' title='Bubbles and Boringness'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3071645751304827382</id><published>2010-04-06T23:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:33:30.517+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Allo, 'Allo</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, lovely blogthings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently nursing a six-post-a-night backache* presently. Oh BEDA, how you'll kill me. My lovely boyfriend has offered me a massage as soon as I'm done with this, though. And we have new frangipani massage oil which smells *delicious*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fifty-two minutes to post this, plenty of time, for once. I wish I was as dedicated to my assignments as I am to posting, and catching up on, BEDA blogs. It would be so easy to do them if they were as interesting, fun and motivating as this. Oh well, as long as this gets/keeps me writing, I am not complaining at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eighteenth birthday is soonish, so today I scoured the *entire* website of Forever 21 to look for things I wanted. I ended up not with a massive list, like I was expecting. Spring and summer fashion has never been my fave, so that's likely why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most coveted items are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=btms&amp;product%5Fid=2067842529&amp;variant%5Fid=023&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Banded/bandage skirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=top&amp;product%5Fid=2034477711&amp;variant%5Fid=022&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Sailor tunic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=dress&amp;product%5Fid=2068380846&amp;variant%5Fid=013&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Plaid dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=dress&amp;product%5Fid=2068803063&amp;variant%5Fid=013&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Mesh-skirt dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fjewelry&amp;product%5Fid=1065717512&amp;variant%5Fid=011&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Bird pendant necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp&amp;product%5Fid=2055985350&amp;variant%5Fid=013&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Pleather leggings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fjewelry&amp;product%5Fid=1073838320&amp;variant%5Fid=021&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Glasses pendant necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fhat%5Fhairgoods&amp;product%5Fid=2075372775&amp;variant%5Fid=011&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Madeline hat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=top&amp;product%5Fid=2089957379&amp;variant%5Fid=022&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Punk top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=top&amp;product%5Fid=2070246573&amp;variant%5Fid=023&amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Pink hoodie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, in one of my classes at uni, we have to write three blogs for assessment. Apparently, on the first one, I had the style and voice of a  blog down pat but my subject choice wasn't very good. I guess that's what happens when you're a chronic procrastinator and you can't think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of uni work at the moment, nothing terribly exciting to report on that front, I'm afraid. I'm on Easter break though, at the moment, which is proving to be little more than a study vacation. My Easter was wonderful, I spent the day with the boyfriend and my family. We had an Easter egg hunt, which one of my older sisters won, despite both me and my other sister having boyfriends on our team. Not that winning really matters in my family, at the end of the hunt, we gather all of the eggs together and divvy them equally. It was only last year when I realised that other families did not do this. I think it's a bit nicer that way though, everyone is finding eggs not for personal gain or glory but for the satisfaction of chocolate cravings of the entire group. I enjoy our socialist Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it and with twenty-seven minutes to spare, to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To prove how much of a classical music nerd I am, I spelled back as bach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3071645751304827382?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3071645751304827382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/allo-allo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3071645751304827382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3071645751304827382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/allo-allo.html' title='&apos;Allo, &apos;Allo'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6396647265305061019</id><published>2010-04-06T22:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:00:51.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Megan Edie May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 178 cm; with exceptional posture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hair:&lt;/span&gt; Medium brown with reddish undertones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eyes:&lt;/span&gt; Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Build:&lt;/span&gt; Slender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Likes: &lt;/span&gt;Books, glitter, city lights, dressing up, writing, pizza, carnivals, rainy weather and English accents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite TV Shows: &lt;/span&gt;The Mighty Boosh, The IT Crowd, Doctor Who, Black Books, Skins, Futurama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Movies:&lt;/span&gt; Wild Child, Some Like it Hot, Alice in Wonderland, (500) Days of Summer, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Juno, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, RENT, Elizabethtown, Dead Poet's Society, The Chronicles of Narnia, Forgetting Sarah Marshall Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Books: &lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Artemis Fowl, Witch Week, Looking for Alaska, 13 Little Blue Envelopes, The Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DESCRIPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan May is gifted with an unusually sunny disposition. She is always cheery and optimistic. She offers a uniquely charming and whimsical approach on life to her many friends and acquaintances. She attracts people to her and is always bright and extremely kind. She is generous with her time and assets and is very committed to the goal of making the world a better place. She is confident and vivacious. She is intensely fun and spontaneous, with a unique ability for making people laugh. Megan May is incredibly empathetic and strives to ensure the comfort and joy of everyone around her. Her effervescence is matched in considerable kind with her fierce wit and intelligence. She is immensely observant and is a perceptive and astute study of human action and motivation. She is, overall, a wonderful and amazing woman, a creative and popular writer and artist and a human being of infinite possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH, I WISH, I WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6396647265305061019?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6396647265305061019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-ideal-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6396647265305061019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6396647265305061019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-ideal-self.html' title='My Ideal Self'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2991733727264838629</id><published>2010-04-06T22:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:47:35.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Wishes and Mantras, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a talented, successful writer and artist who is destined for fame&lt;br /&gt;Be a bright, happy and fun person to be around with many close friends&lt;br /&gt;Live an exciting, fulfilling and enviable existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...embodying my ideal characteristics&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...constantly experiencing new things&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...having fun with close friends&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...always learning and improving&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...success in my chosen career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determination means...never allowing myself to wallow&lt;br /&gt;Determination means...forcing myself to relax&lt;br /&gt;Determination means...always striving for a positive outlook&lt;br /&gt;Determination means...working for my goals&lt;br /&gt;Determination means...maintaining myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANTRAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comments about me mean that I am special and worth paying attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an effervescent and happy burst of sunshine and breath of fresh air in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fun, free and joyous spirit who is so strong, she does not mind allowing others to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blow like the wind - I am free but purposeful, carrying on my course unhindered by obstacles but allowing for and appreciating the unexpected turns my life may take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2991733727264838629?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2991733727264838629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreams-and-wishes-and-mantras-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2991733727264838629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2991733727264838629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreams-and-wishes-and-mantras-oh-my.html' title='Dreams and Wishes and Mantras, Oh My!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2204397948903173491</id><published>2010-04-06T22:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:36:38.476+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Make Me Happy'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Cheese pizza&lt;br /&gt;Rain and storms&lt;br /&gt;City lights&lt;br /&gt;Glitter&lt;br /&gt;British TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Trying new things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2204397948903173491?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2204397948903173491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-make-me-happy-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2204397948903173491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2204397948903173491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-make-me-happy-part-1.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy (Part 1)'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7351103030479937455</id><published>2010-04-06T22:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:31:44.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not to Do When...</title><content type='html'>1. On a first date: propose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Intoxicated: anything involving fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the shower: giggle when your elbows pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At your ex’s wedding: your ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In jail: drop your soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being stalked: be a nudist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stuck to an igloo: pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In sewing class: pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Asleep in a helium balloon: talk in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. At a birthday party for twins: snog them both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. On a nude beach: beach volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. At the opera: shoot the fat lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You’re falling in love: propose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Low on gasoline in a bad part of town: stop for crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Having a baby: pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. On fire: fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Lost at the mall: jump into the fountain yelling "I am a kraken from the sea!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. At a single’s dance: bring your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Riding a bike: be a nudist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Driving your significant other's car: drive through a bad part of town when you're low on gasoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Being robbed at gunpoint: mime / compliment their firearm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissing: suffocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Paying the hotel cashier: pay with a cheque, making bouncing motions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Buying lingerie: ask what the equivalent size is for men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Giving someone your number: say "But on Thursdays, I'm Ophelia from Ireland"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Approaching someone in a bar: get their gender incorrect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7351103030479937455?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7351103030479937455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-not-to-do-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7351103030479937455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7351103030479937455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-not-to-do-when.html' title='What Not to Do When...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5926586347480809972</id><published>2010-04-06T21:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:49:44.959+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BEDA</title><content type='html'>The BEDA ship has pulled into the harbour of the internet, waited for all of the willing and cheerful passengers to board and departed merrily on its way. As it was last year, I have been left panting on the dock, holding my suitcase and ticket in hand, forced to watch that great and wonderful vessel sail off without me. It is now time for me to board a rowboat and paddle my little heart out to catch it, hoping that I can board, if I reach it at all, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the only other person who I have heard of who is doing BEDA this year is &lt;a href="http://hayleyghoover.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hayley&lt;/a&gt;. However, she has inspired me. To be honest, I need all of the motivation and inspiration to write that I can get. Lately I have been going through such a creative drought, it is ridiculous. I am contemplating opening a dictionary, pointing at random words and building a story out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would go something like this*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disease&lt;br /&gt;Furnace&lt;br /&gt;Seclusion&lt;br /&gt;Killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOT OUTLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrible disease is sweeping Nano Porter's city. Nano and his family have fled Los Giergos but the deadly virus follows them wherever they travel. Through a horrible furnace accident, Nana's family is claimed by the illness. Left alone in a secluded mountain cabin, Nano must find a way to stop the killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, those words weren't quite as random as I thought they'd be. I was expecting something like chair, salubrious, dancing and banana (the Moscow Dancing Bear Circus is ground to a halt when a usually salubrious young trainer slips on a banana peel and impales himself on a chair) or light, vehicle, shirt  and plea (A rogue spaceship blocks all light into Juleotown, crippling the city's shirt-production industry while the pilot refuses to hear the plea of the townsfolk and move his vehicle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to say I have to leave now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, I did pull these out of a dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5926586347480809972?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5926586347480809972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/beda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5926586347480809972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5926586347480809972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/04/beda.html' title='BEDA'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1426007194916962857</id><published>2010-03-26T09:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:19:15.611+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I started this post a couple of weeks ago and never got around to finishing it. It proves my hardcore failing though that I mention below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have failed hardcore at posting blogs. I'm sorry, it's just...well, I suppose other than the fairly significant life changes I've had recently, I have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that have happened to me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started uni on the first of March (whoopee!) It was pretty epic, still is, in fact. I'm not quite sure I've really gotten into the rhythm of things yet. I knew absolutely no one in any of my courses but that's slowly changing, I think. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I have gotten pretty serious. I don't really know if that's worth posting here hehe, but it is still an important change in my life.  As often happens when one is friends with someone for a long time before dating them, we just slotted very quickly and easily into a serious relationship. We've only been officially dating since the 8th of February but it feels like so much longer. It's odd but wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an addition to the point above, my boyfriend and I have pretty much started living together. I divide my time between his house (Monday through Friday) and then go to mine on the weekends. The real reason for this is that he lives ten minutes away from uni (and has a car to drive us both in) and I live an hour and a half away and have to catch public transport to get there. (I WILL get my license at some point, I will, I just need to make some time to do driving. My poor car must be getting so lonely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my old job as a kennel hand is still chugging along, I'm only doing like eight hours a week of it at the moment though. It's about all I can afford to do with uni and stuff but I think in a few weeks I'll be up to doing ten. This is in addition to the tutoring I am doing for my old high school. I find that quite rewarding and the pay is pretty spiffy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SOME CLOTHES FROM FOREVER 21 INCLUDING TWO, count them TWO, TUTUS!!!!! Whenever I am feeling sad, I just chuck on one of my tutus and I instantly feel much, much better. The clothes are adorable, although most of them are just plain staples that I can mix with the rest of my wardrobe to have clothes for uni. P.S. I did order those boots that I blogged about in the last post. However, like two days after I'd logged my order, Forever 21 emailed me and told me that they were no longer in stock :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1426007194916962857?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1426007194916962857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1426007194916962857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1426007194916962857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4787382835454194786</id><published>2010-02-01T01:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:33:32.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 THINGS YOU WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp&amp;product%5Fid=2071506258&amp;variant%5Fid=039&amp;showBack=OK"&gt;These &lt;/a&gt;shoes from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;2. Sparkly confetti&lt;br /&gt;3. To be accepted as a tutor at my old high school&lt;br /&gt;4. Peace&lt;br /&gt;5. A wild party&lt;br /&gt;6. Green nail polish&lt;br /&gt;7. More friends&lt;br /&gt;8. A uni ID&lt;br /&gt;9. Confidence&lt;br /&gt;10. Significant monies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9 MUSICIANS/BANDS YOU LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Temper Trap&lt;br /&gt;2. Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;3. Florence &amp; the Machine&lt;br /&gt;4. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;5. ABBA&lt;br /&gt;6. Billie Holliday&lt;br /&gt;7. The Clash&lt;br /&gt;8. Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;9. The Horrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 THINGS YOU DO EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take iron tablets&lt;br /&gt;2. Shower&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on the internet&lt;br /&gt;5. Write in my journal&lt;br /&gt;6. Read&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7 THINGS THAT YOU ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dressing up&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading and writing&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing therapist&lt;br /&gt;4. Going out&lt;br /&gt;5. Dancing&lt;br /&gt;6. Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;7. Thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6 THINGS THAT WILL ALWAYS WIN YOUR HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dorkiness/nerdiness&lt;br /&gt;2. Physical attractiveness&lt;br /&gt;3. Playfulness&lt;br /&gt;4.  A witty sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;5. English accents&lt;br /&gt;6. Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 FAVOURITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie: Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap / Anthem Pt. 2 - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;3. Book: The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky&lt;br /&gt;4. Food: Cheese pizza&lt;br /&gt;5. Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 SMELLS YOU ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rain&lt;br /&gt;2. Books&lt;br /&gt;3. Champagne&lt;br /&gt;4. Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 PLACES YOU WANT TO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Italy&lt;br /&gt;2. France&lt;br /&gt;3. Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 FAVOURITE HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 PERSON YOU'D MARRY ON THE SPOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. David Tennant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz taken from &lt;a href="http://marvelousmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4787382835454194786?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4787382835454194786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/02/things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4787382835454194786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4787382835454194786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/02/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7031973103018052043</id><published>2010-01-07T14:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:44:03.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week On...</title><content type='html'>Hello cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bit over one week since the beginning of the new year, I hope you all had a *fabulous* one! Personally, I know I did! Since then I have been mostly relaxing, although a bet I made with a friend did leave me awake for forty-eight hours and having to go shopping to boot! If those two days of sleepless depravity have taught me anything, it's that brown and orange polka-dot shorts are never a good idea (a thrift store purchase that I later regretted immensely) and that I respond well to challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that latter self-revelation, is what I will be concentrating on in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those of you who read my last post will know, I have been faithfully completing the wonderful Megan's M.Y.L.A. series homework, which she posts on her blog, &lt;a href="http://www.charadestyle.com/"&gt;Charade&lt;/a&gt;. The first of these was to complete a sketch of our 'ideal' life. However, unfortunately, I have no means of capturing and presenting this work of...ahem...artistic genius. Use your wonderful little imaginations hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through her other exercises, I realised that I separate myself into the 'Ideal Megan' and the 'Regular/Bad Megan'. I think, rather faultily, that Ideal Megan is how I imagine myself to be in my mind, even though this isn't always the case. The good thing about this though is that Ideal Megan is still me, still a version of me, just the me that I aspire to be. So let us all send our very best wishes to the stars that we may become more like our ideal selves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7031973103018052043?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7031973103018052043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7031973103018052043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7031973103018052043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week-on.html' title='One Week On...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5313499013125936607</id><published>2010-01-01T13:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:14:27.481+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloglight'/><title type='text'>Bloglight: Charade</title><content type='html'>Hello kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year (A NEW DECADE!) and with that comes a new segment, Bloglight, wherein I will share the blogs I love so that you may love them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be one of my faaaaaave blogs ever, I read it super religiously: &lt;a href="http://www.charadestyle.com/"&gt;Charade &lt;/a&gt;by Megan (clearly a good name, non?). I lovelovelove the style and life advice in this blog and Megan's witty and friendly writing-style makes it a dream to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on the 1st, she is going to be posting one article for every day in January in her 'Make Your Life Amazing' series! I am so insanely in love with this idea like you can't believe and I'm super excited to see all of her content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charadestyle.com/2009/12/announcing-31-days-to-make-your-life.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76VkVLuoxPE/SzyTiGhyBfI/AAAAAAAAB2k/dNB4sdCajrw/s320/mylabutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So definitely check that out (you can thank me later :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5313499013125936607?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5313499013125936607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloglight-charade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5313499013125936607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5313499013125936607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloglight-charade.html' title='Bloglight: Charade'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76VkVLuoxPE/SzyTiGhyBfI/AAAAAAAAB2k/dNB4sdCajrw/s72-c/mylabutton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6040395933647276897</id><published>2009-10-25T13:06:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:43:10.981+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvement'/><title type='text'>A Soon-To-Be-High-School-Graduate's Top Five Tips for Surviving School</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello. Now, I realise that at first, this post might seem curiously out of season. No one in either hemisphere is about to begin school. But think about it this way: students in the north have begun school about two months ago now, and students in the south are about to begin a new year at the beginning of February. So, I thought now would be a good time for all my lovely little students across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't want to seem too tired and worn out, and I'm sure this will be the umpteenth time you've heard this, but &lt;strong&gt;be yourself&lt;/strong&gt;. High school is guaranteed to be full of all kinds of people. This is true whether you're going to a single-sex school or co-ed, secular or religious. You don't want to miss out on true friends who share your love of anime because you were busy pretending you like Gossip Girl. Believe me, by the time you get to senior year, those people who seemed like the bomb diggety, no longer feel cool anymore, and you'll be so glad that you have your awesome group to keep you sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This may seem obvious, but one of the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; important thing when starting a new school, or even just a new year, is to &lt;strong&gt;get involved&lt;/strong&gt;. Contributing to a group in your own time not only feels really rewarding but it's a great way to expand your social network too. Joining the Panda Appreciation Society means that you'll meet heaps of new potential friends who like the same things you do and you'll also have an oasis from the stresses of high school where you can relax and enjoy yourself. This goes for anything: sport, the school paper, a religious group, an academic team, anything that brings you joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something else that &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; stressed me out when I was going to high school was the sheer amount of people who either told me that high school was going to be the best years of my life or the worst thing I've ever experienced. Thus, my third piece of advice is to &lt;strong&gt;enter school with an open mind&lt;/strong&gt;. In my experience, high school was neither the best nor the worst thing I've ever experienced. High school is what you make it. Don't feel pressured that your life will never get any better than what you experience at school or that it's going to be this big and scary place full of horrible deeds. Wait until you graduate to judge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whilst my first piece of advice was to be yourself, &lt;strong&gt;remember that a new school is a clean slate&lt;/strong&gt;. Any parts of yourself that you genuinely want to get rid of (your insecurity, your damaging relationships, your messy handwriting), the summer before high school is the time to do it. You can enter school and show your new high school who you really are. If your friends make you feel bad about yourself or are untrustworthy, high school is a great chance to make new ones. Or, for instance, if you've always loved drama but have never been game enough to try out for the school play because you're just not 'one of that crowd', now is your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My final tip is also extremely important for helping you feel at ease and comfortable in your new school. &lt;strong&gt;Have no fear&lt;/strong&gt;. This relates to all of the above tips, don't be afraid to be yourself or get involved in the things that interest you, don't worry about what high school is going to be like and don't be afraid to leave behind things which you really shouldn't be carrying with you. Also, remember not to be afraid of the people at high school. Most people will be happy to help you if you need it, and if they're not, just ignore them and ask someone else, their bad day is no problem of yours. Finally, don't discount anyone because you're afraid you're not their type of person or because they don't really fit into what you would consider your regular social circle. Someone in a different clique, a different social sphere or even a different grade can sometimes be an even better friend than the people you would normally approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my five top tips to surviving high school! Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6040395933647276897?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6040395933647276897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-high-school-graduates-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6040395933647276897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6040395933647276897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-high-school-graduates-top.html' title='A Soon-To-Be-High-School-Graduate&apos;s Top Five Tips for Surviving School'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-274022964559327851</id><published>2009-10-18T21:12:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:26:09.476+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute and Crafty'/><title type='text'>'Ello 'Ello</title><content type='html'>I have had uncontrollable urges to create things lately. This is a problem for me as I nearly failed my year eight home ec. course. My teacher made me cry on a regular basis, nevertheless, I will soldier on. I would love to be able to make my own clothes. Lately, this desire to create has resulted in desires to bake and a compulsive saving of pictures from home decorating blogs. I wish I had some artistic ability in like drawing and painting and craft. Maybe with some lessons? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Show us something cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY OWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsISMIIYNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FHclCLuxtm4/s1600-h/Baby_Scops_Owl_III_by_makibird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsISMIIYNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FHclCLuxtm4/s320/Baby_Scops_Owl_III_by_makibird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393914087292297426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://ridiculouscute.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-owl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's the last homecooking you had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str6z5x6_qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/my3I3mLfh6U/s1600-h/3479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str6z5x6_qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/my3I3mLfh6U/s320/3479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393899273320070818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From taste.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama made me vegetarian shepherd's/cottage pie. Super yum! I appreciated her effort in making that for me and making another one with mince for the rest of the fam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoots with my friends, by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str86FfqNgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lnizmXFnZeg/s1600-h/Me+Kate+Steph5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str86FfqNgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lnizmXFnZeg/s320/Me+Kate+Steph5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393901578567169538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str85snbWFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9x1calWKwdg/s1600-h/IMG_7143_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str85snbWFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9x1calWKwdg/s320/IMG_7143_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393901571888863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str85EmTc2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/42GZsAljeTQ/s1600-h/IMG_8788_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str85EmTc2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/42GZsAljeTQ/s320/IMG_8788_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393901561146733410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str84pnnmHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oDYVbtOAStU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str84pnnmHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oDYVbtOAStU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393901553904490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str84Ys-ruI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UZVqv2dHP80/s1600-h/IMG_6406_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Str84Ys-ruI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UZVqv2dHP80/s320/IMG_6406_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393901549363572450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those photographed by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missshades/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What makes you laugh often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBUCJki-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z8NWIlHEkj0/s1600-h/megan+and+vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBUCJki-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z8NWIlHEkj0/s320/megan+and+vicky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393906422392327138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBStfrjrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5s5M3SKCQ3c/s1600-h/MEGOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBStfrjrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5s5M3SKCQ3c/s320/MEGOT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393906399668047538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBRBJSQTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2JjaimX6czw/s1600-h/MEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBRBJSQTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2JjaimX6czw/s320/MEG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393906370583085362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBPXhbccI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qlVaShdqgSU/s1600-h/cutie+workout+chix.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsBPXhbccI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qlVaShdqgSU/s320/cutie+workout+chix.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393906342230192578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's your favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-way tie between glitter, effervescent and serendipitous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you trying to quit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango ice-cream, it feels so wrong but it tastes so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Whose style do you dig?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liebemarlene.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsFHw3BGWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oX1M85R-GQk/s1600-h/frame1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsFHw3BGWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oX1M85R-GQk/s320/frame1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393910609639184738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Link to a great blog you've discovered lately...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;A Beautiful Mess by Elsie Cake.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What are you looking forward to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upcoming graduation from high school, subsequent celebrations thereof and shortly after my family's holiday to Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Post a recent snapshot of yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsGFubA1mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/akJ20WByEGQ/s1600-h/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsGFubA1mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/akJ20WByEGQ/s320/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393911674136745570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Recent Favorite Movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsGn5LhwZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-wd9FFLbh6c/s1600-h/500daysposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsGn5LhwZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-wd9FFLbh6c/s320/500daysposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393912261140136338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If a movie were made about you, who would play you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above, Zooey Deschanel...even though she's older than me, I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What gives you goosebumps?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap (clearly the 500 Days of Summer obsession continues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Share a new obsession.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home decorating. I'm seventeen, live with my mother but I am completely and absolutely in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the meaning of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not know the meaning of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz from &lt;a href="http://createloves.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-09-26T13%3A41%3A00-05%3A00&amp;max-results=10"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-274022964559327851?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/274022964559327851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/ello-ello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/274022964559327851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/274022964559327851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/ello-ello.html' title='&apos;Ello &apos;Ello'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/StsISMIIYNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FHclCLuxtm4/s72-c/Baby_Scops_Owl_III_by_makibird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-279403834411272112</id><published>2009-10-15T18:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:04:04.992+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Want'/><title type='text'>I'll Tell Ya What I Want, What I Really Really Want</title><content type='html'>A POLAROID CAMERA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so pretty and they take such pretty pictures. I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-279403834411272112?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/279403834411272112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-tell-ya-what-i-want-what-i-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/279403834411272112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/279403834411272112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-tell-ya-what-i-want-what-i-really.html' title='I&apos;ll Tell Ya What I Want, What I Really Really Want'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5970241526531503800</id><published>2009-10-10T21:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:40:00.596+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Nowadays</title><content type='html'>If I ever feel sad, I just think of the fact that I've now finished extension english FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have to do it againnnn :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes small things can make you happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5970241526531503800?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5970241526531503800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5970241526531503800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5970241526531503800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/nowadays.html' title='Nowadays'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5257461504564555665</id><published>2009-10-02T13:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:15:32.386+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sekrit'/><title type='text'>I Has a Sekrit!</title><content type='html'>And nobody knows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Except for Ila and Neas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a harmful one, just a silly, little, pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S ALL MIIIIIINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5257461504564555665?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5257461504564555665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-has-sekrit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5257461504564555665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5257461504564555665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-has-sekrit.html' title='I Has a Sekrit!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5452872878129853804</id><published>2009-09-25T13:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:13:15.781+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Uneh</title><content type='html'>Guess who is happy?&lt;br /&gt;Megan!&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose life is awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Megan!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who even if she fails this extension assignment should end up on an HA overall?&lt;br /&gt;Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing, dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't, I'm wearing nothing but a bathrobe and I feel that any dancing may severely disturb my stepfather-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of changing the university I'm planning on going to! I went to the uni I am now thinking of going to yesterday, not for the first time, and it was just beautiful! And it felt right, you know. I'd been ignoring the feelings of wrong-ness that I'd gotten whenever I'd visited my original university. Like, even just the campuses. Original University A is all grey and concrete and it's always cold and no one really looks at each other. New University B is green and pretty and sandstone and the buildings are old and historic! Oh, and everyone there looks like they are having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, vibe aside, I have done some research on potential courses at University B and I found out that it will actually be better for me to go there. I will be more employable (especially since I plan on going overseas and Uni B is much more globally recognised than Uni A). And the writing component is pretty much the same as at Uni A, except I get to have another major which allows me to do more on effective use of the english language. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Bonus: It is the university that my two best friends attend/will attend. That had absolutely no bearing on my decision, so don't scowl at me, omnipresent reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unhappy with the thought of going to Uni A, but right now, I'm practically glowing thinking about Uni B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5452872878129853804?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5452872878129853804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-60th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5452872878129853804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5452872878129853804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-60th-post.html' title='Uneh'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-177222415701134217</id><published>2009-09-24T18:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:47:23.967+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. I thought I should put that out there, just to show I'm not all smudged mascara and angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doggedly avoiding even thinking about my horrific extension english assignment, and so far that is working out well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, lollypops, rainbows, everything is wonderful when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your face :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-177222415701134217?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/177222415701134217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/177222415701134217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/177222415701134217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-8773254025628267824</id><published>2009-09-23T21:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:20:37.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.A.</title><content type='html'>Negam sucks. Neas is awesome. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-8773254025628267824?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/8773254025628267824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/psa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8773254025628267824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8773254025628267824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/psa.html' title='P.S.A.'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4456653332399977138</id><published>2009-09-22T22:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:08:01.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologise if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind...</title><content type='html'>Sorry! Sorry! A thousand times sorry! I shouldn't be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faaact, I'm going to tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, there was a girl named...let's call her Negam. When Negam was fifteen, she had a boyfriend. She didn't like him too much so one day she broke up with him. Negam's now ex-boyfriend called her an emo slut who should die in a hole. Negam was a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to when Negam is sixteen. She has a best friend who she trusts very much. Negam happens across the blog of this best friend (semi by accident, Negam takes some blame) and discovers that the latest post is a long rant about how much the best friend (?) hates Negam because she is insecure and whiny and emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, seventeen-year-old Negam is talking to her (new) best friends Neas and Ila. Negam gets into a fight with Neas (which is fairly common). Negam gets heated and insults Neas, he, understandably, retaliates. He calls Negam emo and irritating. Negam is sad so she talks to Ila. Ila agrees with Neas which upsets Negam even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negam is now hyper-self-conscious of appearing emo, and so she posts what likely ARE emo blog posts on her blog because she feels like she can't tell the two people she trusts most in the world about her problems anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why Negam is sad and acting like an idiot for no reason. Negam's life isn't that bad. She is going to graduate high school soon and then she can run away and be an entirely new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan, alias, Negam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4456653332399977138?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4456653332399977138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-apologise-if-i-seem-forward-but-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4456653332399977138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4456653332399977138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-apologise-if-i-seem-forward-but-i.html' title='I apologise if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4569022461174053863</id><published>2009-09-20T20:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:53:19.362+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>From now on, this is my diary.</title><content type='html'>I hate everything. I hate everyone. I hate my life, I hate who I am. I hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my friends never go out.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that everyone agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm going to have a crap OP.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that that is for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I hate love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I've never been in love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I will never let myself be in love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Australian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I trust no one.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I thought I'd moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't tell anyone this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4569022461174053863?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4569022461174053863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-now-on-this-is-my-diary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4569022461174053863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4569022461174053863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-now-on-this-is-my-diary.html' title='From now on, this is my diary.'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-397867778352768977</id><published>2009-09-20T20:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:04:18.628+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>...that if you believe in soulmates, I shouldn't exist. My parents weren't soulmates, they were probably never meant to be together. If they weren't meant to be together, I shouldn't exist. If I shouldn't exist, I don't have a soulmate. I guess the wrongness ends with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-397867778352768977?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/397867778352768977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/397867778352768977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/397867778352768977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3275131787259788032</id><published>2009-09-19T23:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:46:00.409+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update on my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><title type='text'>Late-Night Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I thought I should do this more like a typical blog post...about myself but not necessarily a list of random facts that no one needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the internet for it's anonymity. I can write whatever I want to and it will never be found by anyone I know. Or maybe it will, it doesn't bother me. My philosophy is that whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents divorced when I was eleven (I'm seventeen now). At the time it didn't seem as earth-shatteringly important as it does now. This is probably a reversal of the usual trend. They both have significant others now, my mum is getting married next May. A stepdad...it's kind of weird to think about. I'm not even sure I've totally processed it. He pretty much lives here now anyway, so it's not completely like anything will have changed. Still...it sort of makes my need to escape seem even more pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something else about me, I suppose. I want to run away. I want to sever ties. I daydream about just dropping everything one day and moving to another country. I could change my name, how I dress, everything. I could never be found. I'm not so emo as to assume that I wouldn't be missed, but I think everyone would adjust. It would be perfect. I don't have the guts, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I just attempted to play a board game. What a huge mistake. I don't know if it's like this in other families, but my mum and her fiance get super competitive and accuse everyone else of cheating. Then we leave the game more angry and less bonded than when we went in. A few months pass, we forget the negative side-effects of board games and they regain their allure. Hence, the vicious cycle continues. I think it was an evil plot by board-game-makers. They create these games which are promoted to increase family cohesiveness but instead they push you apart. The family then buy more board games in an attempt to regain their closeness, which pushes them further apart etc. It wouldn't suprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered if skin-care products really work. Like, if they cure your skin, wouldn't their usefullness be over? So, wouldn't it make sense to create a product that heals your skin somewhat, but never completely? I dunno, maybe I'm being too cynical about big companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching documentaries on 9/11 in two of my subjects in school. I sort of...well, I hate it. The documentaries achieve their purpose, I feel shocked and saddened and angry and sick. I don't like those feelings. I sort of already felt that way about it...so these documentaries aren't changing my position any...so are they really worth it? Too judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad tonight. Well, realistically, I feel sad most nights. I sometimes think I might have a mild form of depression or something. I haven't seen anyone, so my melodrama as being the cause is a perfectly legitimate theory. But sometimes I think that surely it's not normal to be sad all the time. I do want to be happy, I just...find it really difficult. I kind of constantly feel like my heart is breaking, for no reason. It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It's holidays but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like a funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3275131787259788032?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3275131787259788032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-night-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3275131787259788032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3275131787259788032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-night-ramblings.html' title='Late-Night Ramblings'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-885372580152154559</id><published>2009-09-07T15:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:15:13.500+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quizzy McGee!</title><content type='html'>Rules: It's harder than it looks! Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real. . . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Megan&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: Meal&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name: Mark&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: Molly&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Medicinal Herbalist&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour: Magenta&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Maxi Dress&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Meat (ewie)&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Mirror&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Mardi Gras Parade&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: MINE!&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Matilda&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Milk&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group: MGMT&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Monkey&lt;br /&gt;17. Street Name: Mulberry Drive&lt;br /&gt;18. Name of car: Mazda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-885372580152154559?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/885372580152154559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/quizzy-mcgee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/885372580152154559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/885372580152154559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/quizzy-mcgee.html' title='Quizzy McGee!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6808481041852525398</id><published>2009-09-01T18:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:05:37.455+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishing school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Living on a Prayer</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor darling bloggy woggy, have you been a bit neglected? SUCK IT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN! (Careful readers will note that that is the second time my blog has been given male attributes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that reminds me, my Extension English (a bit like AP English, I would assume?) teacher is a bit of a Quirrell. She's a bit...inept and takes that out by being aggressive. We were having a bit of a bitch about all of the work we had to do and she said, "well, that's what year twelve is like, so I think you all need to have a can of harden up!" We were like, "Um..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then responded the next day by placing a can of the soft-drink '7 Up' on her desk. After artfully replacing the '7' with 'Harden' of course :) She was not amused. We were in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of our big senior examinations. It works a bit strangely in my state.  Term three is the hardest term and it is the one that counts the most for your overall grade. Which, is this term. Aside from the actual subject exams that I have next week, today and tomorrow are basically a series of four exams. I guess they're kind of akin to the SAT but your individual mark doesn't affect you. What it does is the marks from these tests affect the subjects you do. If you're in subjects with people who do better on the tests, you do better. Vice versa for doing worse. Secondly, the combined mark for your school places your school as compared to other schools. So, your school does well then all of the marks of the people in your grade are pushed up. Again, vice versa if you do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty big deal to the school as well. If the school does well on the tests, the whole reputation of the school is pushed up. Schools get listed according to their overall results and these tests are a huge part of that. My school is usually in the top ten in the State so they take it very seriously.  The main reason that I haven't been posting much this term is because this has been the CRAZIEST term. Especially the past two weeks, they've been insane. For the past two weeks, I've had an assignment due every day. Now I have these tests, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been okay though, I've lived so far. Now I've only got the remaining two tests, an assignment and three exams! Then next term is pretty cruisy because most of the work has been sent off so it's hard to do significantly better or worse and people rarely change grades. I'm so excited. After my exam block, by the end of next week, I will be kind of free! I think I'll only have one assignment for each of my six subjects and another three exams before I'm DONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I should probably go type up some notes for my upcoming exams and like...finish the chapters I was meant to have done several weeks ago for maths. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention why this post was called Living on a Prayer. The next bit is 'we're halfway there', and I'm halfway through those tests :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6808481041852525398?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6808481041852525398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-on-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6808481041852525398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6808481041852525398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-on-prayer.html' title='Living on a Prayer'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3928319189163549467</id><published>2009-08-15T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:36:17.518+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update on my life'/><title type='text'>Teenage Wasteland</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since I’ve written a truly emo blog post. Now my life is pretty happy and shiny. I have two or three bad days but it’s so much better. Then I sort of wonder if I had depression. I mean, maybe I was just regularly sad, but I’m overdramatizing it. Who knows? All I can say is that I’m glad I don’t feel that way anymore. It’s nice that now I’ve just got that overwhelming need to write. So much of my love for writing is demolished in the process of thinking about whether people will like what I’m reading. So now I’m just writing entirely for me and I think that that can only be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how other people can post every day and still have some funny or witty anecdote to share. My life isn’t nearly that interesting, for sure. And yet, I still feel the need to post about it. I guess it’s just that desperate need for connection and validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my friend from high school who moved across the country is online on msn. I haven’t spoken to her in weeks, I’ve been so busy. I mean, technically, I should be busy now because currently on Monday I have three drafts and an assignment due and an oral to do. But I’m not working because I’m just chilling and watching the AFL on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should update my lovely friend in the blogosphere, he has been a bit neglected. The fact that I have apparently turned my blog into a sentient being who is male should not be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good though. It’s so much better than I could have imagined when I was like semi-suicidal (can you be semi-suicidal?) like two years ago. Not because of anything or anyone particularly but just because I decided it was awesome. And it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I’M CLOSE TO THE END OF HIGH SCHOOL! THEN I CAN GO TO UNI AND STUDY CREATIVE WRITING AND NEVER HAVE TO DO DIFFERENTIATION OR ALGEBRA OR INTEGRATION OR SIN AND COS OR ANYTHING MATHSY EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m a bit excited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you now,&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3928319189163549467?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3928319189163549467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/teenage-wasteland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3928319189163549467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3928319189163549467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/teenage-wasteland.html' title='Teenage Wasteland'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5711243604426865334</id><published>2009-08-09T11:40:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:09:32.942+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever 21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>21 Forever</title><content type='html'>Recently I was inspired by Maggie on &lt;a href="http://marvelousmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to scour through the entire contents of the Forever 21 website. In total copycat style, I will post my favourite items. I set myself a $150 (Australian) limit, which is around $125 U.S. This is so I actually have half a chance of buying it. Though, with shipping, it's around $200 (Aus) anyway. However, without further ado, here are my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4r0auj0jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/g0bO4PBRL34/s1600-h/62117638-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4r0auj0jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/g0bO4PBRL34/s320/62117638-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367775985400009266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the colours of this dress! It looks like it could be really cute in summer but with some tights and a leather jacket, also hot for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4sIhbWVjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U3h63Y-DONU/s1600-h/62643571-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4sIhbWVjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U3h63Y-DONU/s320/62643571-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367776330795865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pining after this Bowie shirt ever since I saw it well over a year ago! I love the colours and the cut and most of all: IT'S BOWIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4ssbbBmoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BDOWc0NRwCs/s1600-h/65763565-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4ssbbBmoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BDOWc0NRwCs/s320/65763565-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367776947659184770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I absolutely adore! I just think it would work really well for adding a bit of colour to an otherwise bland outfit (I wear a lot of black haha). It also adds a bit of girly to a t-shirt combo (though if I do happen to get this, I will have to wear it with leggings, I'm thinking. I haven't bought clothes from Forever 21 since my last trip to America, but while there I learnt that the things that fitted me in my body or around my hips were way too short for my legs. So, leggings time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4tiFjvaHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/guUzH1uLIek/s1600-h/60666775-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4tiFjvaHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/guUzH1uLIek/s320/60666775-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367777869503096946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just perfect. I already have a pair of heart-shaped glasses but they're see-through and pink. So this would make a more dramatic statement and I love the black patterning on them as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4t1fu5jfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yT9DV3akSRo/s1600-h/65032135-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4t1fu5jfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yT9DV3akSRo/s320/65032135-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778202946735602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this. It has the potential to be a bit grungy (if paired with the skirt below) or cute and fun (if paired with the skirt above). Plus...I love England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4uQ3gJO-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/G_CBl-qjLMY/s1600-h/63025540-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4uQ3gJO-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/G_CBl-qjLMY/s320/63025540-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778673183767522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this skirt would work in so many ways. I think it looks a bit frumpy in the picture but I can sort of plan heaps of outfits around it in my mind, and for me that's what makes a great piece of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4ujpzsliI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ESP89F9z2MQ/s1600-h/63736459-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4ujpzsliI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ESP89F9z2MQ/s320/63736459-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778995925194274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these boots so much! I've been looking for a slouchy ankle boot for so long and these are absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4u3LL38pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GlYiq71N95Q/s1600-h/63832048-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4u3LL38pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GlYiq71N95Q/s320/63832048-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779331302486674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shirt was just too cute to pass up. The dinosaur is adorable! *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4vPXYe__I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xpS14uRMpq0/s1600-h/64912165-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4vPXYe__I/AAAAAAAAAE0/xpS14uRMpq0/s320/64912165-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779746893463538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, I am just obsessed with these hats. I have a hard time wearing them with my fringe (bangs) but I think that if I swept it back it could look really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my fashion insights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5711243604426865334?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5711243604426865334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5711243604426865334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5711243604426865334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-forever.html' title='21 Forever'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/Sn4r0auj0jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/g0bO4PBRL34/s72-c/62117638-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3334534218573037731</id><published>2009-08-06T17:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:46:02.132+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I've had a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, on the surface of things, it may not seem bad.&lt;br /&gt;But it was.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm more stressed than I've ever been in my life at the moment, and I'm sure that that's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;But it sucked, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked terrible this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do an assignment tonight that I've barely started and it's totally stressing me out. I HAVE NO FARKIN IDEA ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I tried out for our school's talent show and completely failed at life.&lt;br /&gt;THE BREAD JUST FELL OFF THE BENCH OF ITS OWN ACCORD. THE LAST TIME I TOUCHED IT WAS LIKE AN HOUR AGO! WTF?! I've done something really wrong, I know I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote an hypothesis for a girl in my english class because she was having serious trouble with the assignment (the same one that I have to do tonight) and she showed the teacher who didn't really like it. I mean, she did, but she mentioned some things that she thought should be changed. I felt so horrible, I was no help at all! The girl said she was really grateful but I felt awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so, also, my Dad lives in a town requiring a plane trip to get to from my house. I haven't spoken to him since I saw him at the end of last year. His girlfriend texted me to call him and my sister told me last night that he wanted to hear from me. But I just...haven't. And I don't know why! I don't want to, for some reason. Add to that that my Graduation dinner is soonish and I don't know if I'm going to ask him to come. I want him there but if he says that he doesn't want to, it would make me feel so much worse than if I'd just never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an english extension assignment due soon and I don't even know what I'm going to do it on. I have no farkin idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my friend was really stressed because she has a maths c assignment due tomorrow that she doesn't know how to do. I didn't realise this and said something snappy to her and she got really angry at me. She forgave me eventually though. I also helped her get an extension on her english assignment though, so I'm glad she only has her maths to worry about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so helpless. I'm terrible at maths and it was the only thing that I needed to be good at. I wanted to help her so badly but I couldn't. I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my best friend, who I never see, today. It was only for like half an hour and we didn't really get to talk. I was there with my other friend and her sister (who is my best friend's girlfriend). They were going to give both of us a lift home but then the sisters realised that there were too many people. I offered to catch a bus but it was eventually decided that my best friend would catch a bus to his house. I feel horrible. I wanted to catch a bus, I mean, if he weren't there I would have gladly gotten in the car but I would have felt much better. But like boyfriend of sister beats friend of other sister. I mean, admittedly, I sort of live near them and he doesn't but like...ARGH. I also didn't hug him before he left. I was putting my stuff in the car and he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend. I wanted to give them their moment together but then I just got in the car because...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to be with anyone but of course I did because I hate being alone. And I did want a hug, I really did. I need a hug right now, tbh. I feel like swearing too, but I'm not going to, because this is potentially on the internet for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my mum left for Fiji today and as lame as it is I kind of miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm left sitting in the dark, listening to Placebo and feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3334534218573037731?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3334534218573037731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3334534218573037731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3334534218573037731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4062386829146662088</id><published>2009-07-29T19:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:44:20.939+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>100 Things That Will Make Me Me</title><content type='html'>1. silver, glittery nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;2. Mickey Mouse ears&lt;br /&gt;3. random dance parties&lt;br /&gt;4. shaped sunnies&lt;br /&gt;5. Plato's Republic and The Communist Manifesto&lt;br /&gt;6. charity work&lt;br /&gt;7. navy nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;8. green tea&lt;br /&gt;9. culture/politics/world news podcasts + philosophy podcasts&lt;br /&gt;10. red wine&lt;br /&gt;11. walks in the park on overcast and rainy days&lt;br /&gt;12. getting enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;13. coffee&lt;br /&gt;14. neon accessories&lt;br /&gt;15. black nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;16. regular exercise&lt;br /&gt;17. orange + purple pens&lt;br /&gt;18. leather jackets&lt;br /&gt;19. red nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;20. electronica&lt;br /&gt;21. red-bound notebooks&lt;br /&gt;22. meditation&lt;br /&gt;23. Nylon Magazine&lt;br /&gt;24. rave parties&lt;br /&gt;25. folk music&lt;br /&gt;26. writing every day&lt;br /&gt;27. rock shows&lt;br /&gt;28. alternative music&lt;br /&gt;29. patterned stockings&lt;br /&gt;30. screamo/hardcore rock&lt;br /&gt;31. constant smiles&lt;br /&gt;32. leopard-print coat&lt;br /&gt;33. rnb/hip hop&lt;br /&gt;34. red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;35. graphic t-shirts/t-shirt dresses&lt;br /&gt;36. black boots&lt;br /&gt;37. vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;38. colours&lt;br /&gt;39. Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;40. silver jewellry&lt;br /&gt;41. punk&lt;br /&gt;42. black&lt;br /&gt;43. glittery mascara&lt;br /&gt;44. studded accessories&lt;br /&gt;45. pop&lt;br /&gt;46. plaid&lt;br /&gt;47. glitter&lt;br /&gt;48. corsets&lt;br /&gt;49. love for everyone, always&lt;br /&gt;50. dreams + ideas&lt;br /&gt;51. living independently&lt;br /&gt;52. knee-high socks&lt;br /&gt;53. tea&lt;br /&gt;54. stripes&lt;br /&gt;55. headbands + hats + hair accessories&lt;br /&gt;56. originality&lt;br /&gt;57. animal print&lt;br /&gt;58. anything shiny&lt;br /&gt;59. coloured/patterned leggings&lt;br /&gt;60. polka dots&lt;br /&gt;61. love hearts&lt;br /&gt;62. tattoos&lt;br /&gt;63. poker&lt;br /&gt;64. stars&lt;br /&gt;65. shopping&lt;br /&gt;66. rock&lt;br /&gt;67. vintage clothes&lt;br /&gt;68. brightly-coloured ballet flats&lt;br /&gt;69. reading&lt;br /&gt;70. messy hair&lt;br /&gt;71. Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;72. gel pens&lt;br /&gt;73. eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;74. NaNoWriMo&lt;br /&gt;75. hide and go seek&lt;br /&gt;76. friends&lt;br /&gt;77. english television shows&lt;br /&gt;78. youtube&lt;br /&gt;79. irresponsibility&lt;br /&gt;80. lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;81. glasses&lt;br /&gt;82. hyper-emotion&lt;br /&gt;83. wordplay&lt;br /&gt;84. canonical literature&lt;br /&gt;85. knowing someone everywhere&lt;br /&gt;86. nose stud&lt;br /&gt;87. desire&lt;br /&gt;88. late nights and even later mornings&lt;br /&gt;89. london calling&lt;br /&gt;90. family&lt;br /&gt;91. energy&lt;br /&gt;92. robots&lt;br /&gt;93. blogs&lt;br /&gt;94. wit&lt;br /&gt;95. Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;96. imagination&lt;br /&gt;97. freedom&lt;br /&gt;98. The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;99. Rolling Stone Magazine&lt;br /&gt;100. FUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4062386829146662088?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4062386829146662088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-that-will-make-me-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4062386829146662088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4062386829146662088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things-that-will-make-me-me.html' title='100 Things That Will Make Me Me'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2225782336817890112</id><published>2009-07-05T15:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:22:34.894+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the perks of being a wallflower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>If Blogs Aren't for Quizzes then I'm in Serious Trouble</title><content type='html'>Haha, the title for this sounds like an old Panic at the Disco song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this quiz from the awesome blog &lt;a href="http://learntheperksofwallflowerdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/a&gt; (which is also my favourite book) and I believe that the blogger from there got this quiz from facebook somewhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. I generally wake up happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on moving in the next year?&lt;br /&gt;I wish. I could move out of home and live with people but I'm poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one guy/girl you will always have feelings for?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll always have feelings for the 'idea' of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone called you cute or hot?&lt;br /&gt;Last night *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2008/2009 has already ended for me. I don't have any plans for next summer though, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever quoted a line from a movie?&lt;br /&gt;I do it, like, incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still speak to any of your classmates from elementary school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but only the ones that go to my high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to in person today?&lt;br /&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says "we need to talk" what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bad, I've never had a bad "we need to talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay up later than 10 PM on a week night?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get your last bruise?&lt;br /&gt;I get bruises constantly and I never know what they're from. I have a prominent one on my forehead from nearly knocking myself out on a cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Writing this blog post??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy the movie Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;I did actually, but I have the worsdt taste in movies ever, so I am by no means an indicator of good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you survive the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;But some of it's really yummy! I could live the rest of my life without getting drunk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm shocking. I never know where I am or how to get where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you survive without electricity?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you get up this morining?&lt;br /&gt;This morning?? 3 p.m. baby! I go to sleep in the a.m. and wake up in the p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep? 6 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you drink energy drinks?&lt;br /&gt;I've never had one but I've always wondered if I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Always. People my age and younger than me usually suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Er...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are girls too dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;You can never be too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you learned any life lessons?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if"?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but only for future events, never past. Like I'll only go, "what if x event happened in the future?"  not "what if x event had/hadn't happened in my past?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2225782336817890112?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2225782336817890112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-blogs-arent-for-quizzes-im-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2225782336817890112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2225782336817890112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-blogs-arent-for-quizzes-im-in.html' title='If Blogs Aren&apos;t for Quizzes then I&apos;m in Serious Trouble'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6496944603831341842</id><published>2009-07-02T01:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:10:05.537+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex hotlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infomercials'/><title type='text'>Late Night Television</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's currently around 2 a.m. I never realised how long infomercials are! Oh, and you know what else I wonder? Why do they have ads in the middle of something which is basically just an extended advertisement itself? It seems a bit counter-intuitive. Also, why is it that all of these anti-aging products are endorsed/created by washed up American soapie stars? Can they find no one else who will possibly sell their product? Plus, how many middle-aged women [who I'm assuming are the target audience for these anti-aging products] are watching the television at 2 a.m.?? I think the main people who are watching television at this time are bored teenagers like me and sex fiends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And the amount of sex ads that are on at this time is simply astounding. 1) The girls aren't that attractive and 2) You're not really 'getting lucky' with a girl [WHO BY THE WAY YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE!!! SHE COULD BE A FUGLY COW AND YOU'D NEVER KNOW. In fact, I bet the odds are that most sexline operators are ugly or they could get work in stripping or porn.] if you've never met her, will never meet her and will really only get to hear her moan half-heartedly while she wonders if it's time to leave yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my late night (early morning) post with my observations of television. It's a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6496944603831341842?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6496944603831341842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-night-television.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6496944603831341842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6496944603831341842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-night-television.html' title='Late Night Television'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1592984396056270579</id><published>2009-06-26T21:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:27:15.454+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Happiness Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen Rubin'/><title type='text'>MY Happiness Project</title><content type='html'>I've been an avid reader of Gretchen Rubin's &lt;a href="http://happiness-project.com/"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt; blog for a while now. However, it never occurred to me until tonight that I would like to undertake my own happiness project. Naturally, I will be recording my progress here. Like Gretchen (I feel a bit funny calling her by her first name, I don't actually know her hehe) I will write my happiness commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EIGHT COMMANDMENTS FOR AN IDEAL MEGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Send and recieve love&lt;br /&gt;3. Shimmer and shake&lt;br /&gt;4. Be the fun&lt;br /&gt;5. Let it go&lt;br /&gt;6. Live the bigger life&lt;br /&gt;7. See beauty everywhere&lt;br /&gt;8. Be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these (and the inspiration for most of them) were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/2008/12/new-years-resol.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post of Gretchen's and the comments to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to be writing resolutions. These are kind of kin to the commandments, but they are more quantifiable. They're things that I can be graded on, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Get enough sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite important to me as I rarely sleep the advised eight hours a night. I have noticed, though, how much happier and nicer to be around I am when I have had those hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wear fun clothes and/or colourful nailpolish at all times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this because not only will doing this remind me of my commandment to shimmer and shake, it also encourages me to see the fun in what I'm doing. It's also hard to feel unhappy with electric blue nailpolish or bright and fun clothing on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Compliment five people every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tied in with my commandment 'send and recieve love'. I love being praised and I want to pass that happy feeling onto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Make time for activities that will make you happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things, like reading my favourite books, which give me the same lingering smile as overcast weather or hot chocolate. I want to make more time for these simple pleasures in my life in the pursuit of my larger goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Actively remember the good times by keeping a diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this, I will also be beginning a one-sentence journal (as per Ms. Rubin's idea). I think this is a great way to record my life and the events or thoughts in it that mean something to me without feeling the pressure of writing a thousand words every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Make a happiness scrapbook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to create a book that whenever I'm feeling blue I'll see pictures and quotes and tickets/whatever else to instantly lift me up again. I already keep all of the items which I associate with happy memories in shoe boxes but I want to make an easily accessible way to view these all at once for a concentrated exposure to bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Eat healthily and exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contributes to my overall wellbeing. As a vegetarian, I already watch what I eat a bit but I know that I definitely need to be doing more to make sure I'm getting all of the nutrients that I need. I also need to exercise more to become a healthier, and consequently happier, person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Stand up straight and smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a tall girl and as a result of being quite self-conscious about this for a while I've developed terrible posture. I want to rectify this by standing up straighter and smiling more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add more resolutions to this list as time goes on but in the mean time, that's it. (Can you tell that eight is my favourite number?) I'm quite excited about this project. I think it will be really beneficial for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm just going to write a quick love note to sparkly and glittery nailpolish. I love it so much, it never fails to make me happy. Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1592984396056270579?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1592984396056270579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-happiness-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1592984396056270579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1592984396056270579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-happiness-project.html' title='MY Happiness Project'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3383388266419764506</id><published>2009-06-23T22:08:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:38:59.884+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Things I Know'/><title type='text'>The Things I Know</title><content type='html'>Well, to be honest, I don't really know all that much. Which is why I'm undertaking a project (which I *think* I've invented??). The project shall be called 'The Things I Know'. The basic premise is to ask everyone I know for something that they know. It could be meaningful or silly or useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, with the aid of this project, I've recently found out that the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz misquotes Pythagorus' Theorem, he says it is for an isocoles triangle, not a right-angled one. Where else would you find gems like that? Although, I'm not totally convinced it's either meaningful or useful :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lulu maintains that in all of her years of wisdom, a person's core never changes. She then further poses the question, "is that cynical or optimistic?" Interesting stuff, folks. She also knows that, "to feel happy, one must only listen to Ray Charles". Or this beauty from another friend, "true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing". I'm assuming thats a quote from someone but it's still a cool sentiment. (He's just informed me that it was Socrates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I already know. Things I've learnt from books and movies and just real life. The cheesy movie 'Chasing Liberty', which is about a President's daughter who runs away through Europe with a hunky Englishman, features the quote, "The things that you're afraid of are usually the most rewarding." Or something to that effect, anyway. I'm inclined to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the world is most beautiful when the stars come out.&lt;br /&gt;I know that little events aren't the end of the world but it's fun to pretend like they are.&lt;br /&gt;I know that waiting in lines is more entertaining if you think about who could be a celebrity from behind.&lt;br /&gt;I know that not wanting to kiss someone probably means that you shouldn't be together.&lt;br /&gt;I know that to be truly happy is to see beauty everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the right song at the right time can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know that smiling is the easiest way to feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;I know that everyone is stunning in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;I know that happiness can be a battle but you're always the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sucking on ice cubes can cure the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the rules aren't always right.&lt;br /&gt;I know that living in your own world isn't necessarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I know that people change. (See the contrast between my friend's views and mine?)&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes dreams are more important than reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3383388266419764506?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3383388266419764506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3383388266419764506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3383388266419764506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-know.html' title='The Things I Know'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7562425719533952527</id><published>2009-06-19T20:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:28:33.190+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamora pierce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mighty boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nylon magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead...like Eminem *random*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is coming to you in eight parts. It's going to be like a good gumbo, full of everything that's not enough of a meal on its own but when added together = deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly on the agenda: Love. I has none. Rawr. Oh well, I think my little broken heart will bleed and maybe make me better. It worked in the Middle Ages?? Uuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: Music. I've not gone myspace scouting in a while, so my new music playlist is woefully lacking. Any recs would be totally appreciated. I'm very into sort of like...spacy-electro?? Think MGMT, Empire of the Sun etc. I'd also like some nineties grunge, a touch of modern day cutesy-pop, some fifties bop (a genre??) and a little bit of seventies folk. Any help with those would make me love you like ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly: Fashion! Oh fashion. I've been on a total clothes kick lately (despite, not buying any...), meaning that I've been totally focused on them. It's winter here atm, so it's kind of like Fall fashion in America which is my absolute *favourite*. Some trends I immediately want to buy into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;* plaid dresses&lt;br /&gt;* tweed coat&lt;br /&gt;* black ankle-boot heels&lt;br /&gt;* boater hat (though, that's always on my list and isn't particularly wintery)&lt;br /&gt;* ankle-length overalls (no one has them!)&lt;br /&gt;* printed t-shirts and printed t-shirt dresses&lt;br /&gt;* skinny jeans (I don't know how I've managed to avoid this thus far, I've never owned a pair)&lt;br /&gt;* fifties hats&lt;br /&gt;* imitation leather leggings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There are more but I won't bore you further :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly (?): Writing. I'm writing a new story at the moment and I'm really excited about it. It's a perfect time actually, I've just gotten on holidays so I'll have a heap of time. I'm kind of looking for an over-arching human theme to write about but I don't really know. Love? Revenge? Power? All very cliche. The mind boggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly: Reading. Along that vein, I'd like to sing the praises of a wonderful author. I've read her for years (so has everyone else, I'm sure) but my shameful little pleasure: Tamora Pierce. I lovelovelove her books (and they're ridiculously quick to read). After introducing my friend to them I've been a bit obsessive about the series' recently (The Circle Series' [serieses, serii??] are my faves). I've been reading them instead of studying for my exams. Oopsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly: Magazines. Another overdone and expected rec but Nylon Magazine. I adore it, I love the fashion editorials and the articles and the interviews and just everything about it makes my heart skip a couple thousand beats. It makes me feel gooier than an uncooked cake, I promise you. My friend also wants me to read Teen Vogue but I am unconvinced. Is it any good? Further recs for Rolling Stone, duh, and Frankie Magazine. Frankie is an Australian magazine but its stuffed with whimsy and makes me want to dress up in florals and pearls and host a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly: Friends. My friends have been awesome lately. A new girl has joined our group recently, despite it being our senior year, after having a long and rather sticky fight with one of the groups that we're closest to. It will be interesting to see how this goes. I both do and don't hope she brings drama to the group. I'm a bit bored, I'll be honest but I find negativity as distressing as anyone else. Oh, and I'm still convinced that I won't be friends with the friend who I'd been having problems with when I go to uni but I think we're both happier for the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eightly (my favourite number! I have to leave it here now, even if I wasn't planning on doing it before hehe): Me. Self-obsessed, I know, but why would I have this blog if I weren't. I'm pretty good. I don't even want to think about the grades I've been getting, but luckily I don't have to until I get my report card. I bought The Sims 3 the other day, I'm not entirely sure it's better than The Sims 2. I haven't been playing it tooooooo much though. That said, I've spent at least nine hours playing it. Eh, *shrug*. Things that make me happy now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* buying coloured cds instead of the plain silver ones&lt;br /&gt;* Nylon!!&lt;br /&gt;* thai food for dinner&lt;br /&gt;* The Mighty Book of Boosh (&lt;3!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* holidayssss&lt;br /&gt;* electric blue nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;* Breakfast at Tiffanys&lt;br /&gt;* Wild Child (facepalm)&lt;br /&gt;* green tea ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something appealing about flouting the regular conventions of grammar and writing everything in lower case. perhaps i'll be like e.e. cummings from now on. i dunno, i just like the way it looks. i apparently, though, cannot give up my beloved commas and apostrophes. eh, i think i'll see you next post with significantly better grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7562425719533952527?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7562425719533952527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7562425719533952527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7562425719533952527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2648373243017180880</id><published>2009-05-18T18:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:08:59.398+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>The glittering sheen of the ballroom was making me feel sick. The smell of sickly-sweet treats burnt my nostrils and I fought the need to sneeze. Perspiration collected on my top lip. I was terrified that the swollen salty drop would roll down, down, down the curve of my lips and drip down onto my chin. My immobilising dress grew around me like a taffeta flower, its prickly thorns shooting bolts of pain up my stockinged legs. The boastful throaty jests of the men and the women’s trilling gave the impression of birds trapped in a golden cage. My dried mouth felt sour and thick in the stifling heat. The scene sprawled below me, spilling out in a wave from the tall room into the dark garden. It was only a thin layer of the balustrade wood that held me from the storey below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I'm going with that story haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;I think a truly happy person is one who can see beauty in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/ShElTQIywoI/AAAAAAAAADE/xwMlr837yWw/s1600-h/zooey9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/ShElTQIywoI/AAAAAAAAADE/xwMlr837yWw/s400/zooey9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088046090338946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember who took that photo, argh, I suck haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I've just decided to not worry about things. I feel so much happier like straight away. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 36&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2648373243017180880?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2648373243017180880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2648373243017180880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2648373243017180880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_18.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/ShElTQIywoI/AAAAAAAAADE/xwMlr837yWw/s72-c/zooey9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6717165116522777804</id><published>2009-05-15T21:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:56:40.703+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congratulations to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedham'/><title type='text'>WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>BEDHAM is overrrr! This was way harder than I expected, especially the past fifteen days without the hype that surrounds BEDA. But I did it(sort of)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to my mother daughter dinner and getting my hair cut tomorrow. That's exciting for me because I am going to finally have nicer hair! Yippee yah yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that with all of the crap that has been going on in my life right now, this is a super good time for this to be over. I will be able to not have as much stress in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being a bit harsh on the old BEDHAM, I have enjoyed doing it. Especially due to my BEDA buddies, whom I heartily thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be blogging fairly sporadically from now on. Hey, saying sporadically has just made me think of Clueless which I watched the other day. I'll admit, I'm a tiny bit like Cher (but less rich haha). I am also completely in love with Paul Rudd. He's super sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed blogging every day, it's been good practice for writing every day. I hope that wherever/whoever you are you're having a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 36&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6717165116522777804?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6717165116522777804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6717165116522777804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6717165116522777804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1842711178023693938</id><published>2009-05-14T22:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:53:03.229+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under pressure'/><title type='text'>David Bowie and Queen</title><content type='html'>Mm ba ba de&lt;br /&gt;Um bum ba de&lt;br /&gt;Um bu bu bum da de&lt;br /&gt;Pressure pushing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Pressing down on you no man ask for&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure - that burns a building down&lt;br /&gt;Splits a family in two&lt;br /&gt;Puts people on streets&lt;br /&gt;Um ba ba be&lt;br /&gt;Um ba ba be&lt;br /&gt;De day da&lt;br /&gt;Ee day da - that's o.k.&lt;br /&gt;It's the terror of knowing&lt;br /&gt;What this world is about&lt;br /&gt;Watching some good friends&lt;br /&gt;Screaming 'Let me out'&lt;br /&gt;Pray tomorrow - gets me higher&lt;br /&gt;Pressure on people - people on streets&lt;br /&gt;Day day de mm hm&lt;br /&gt;Da da da ba ba&lt;br /&gt;O.k.&lt;br /&gt;Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor&lt;br /&gt;These are the days it never rains but it pours&lt;br /&gt;Ee do ba be&lt;br /&gt;Ee da ba ba ba&lt;br /&gt;Um bo bo&lt;br /&gt;Be lap&lt;br /&gt;People on streets - ee da de da de&lt;br /&gt;People on streets - ee da de da de da de da&lt;br /&gt;It's the terror of knowing&lt;br /&gt;What this world is about&lt;br /&gt;Watching some good friends&lt;br /&gt;Screaming 'Let me out'&lt;br /&gt;Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high&lt;br /&gt;Pressure on people - people on streets&lt;br /&gt;Turned away from it all like a blind man&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a fence but it don't work&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming up with love&lt;br /&gt;but it's so slashed and torn&lt;br /&gt;Why - why - why ?&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking&lt;br /&gt;Can't we give ourselves one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we give love that one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we give love give love give love give love&lt;br /&gt;give love give love give love give love give love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's such an old fashioned word&lt;br /&gt;And love dares you to care for&lt;br /&gt;The people on the edge of the night&lt;br /&gt;And love dares you to change our way of&lt;br /&gt;Caring about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;This is our last dance&lt;br /&gt;This is ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure&lt;br /&gt;Pressure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1842711178023693938?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1842711178023693938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-bowie-and-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1842711178023693938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1842711178023693938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-bowie-and-queen.html' title='David Bowie and Queen'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5654903484661761947</id><published>2009-05-12T22:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:56:34.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'>()()()()()</title><content type='html'>Eff my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5654903484661761947?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5654903484661761947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5654903484661761947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5654903484661761947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='()()()()()'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1171268094707030573</id><published>2009-05-11T23:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:46:16.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no time'/><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much time at all to type this. Like, fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, actually, finishing a Hamlet assignment as we speak. It's a bit more difficult than I thought it would be but it is still proving manageable, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big talk with the friend who has depression, that made things a little better I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my unofficial school birthday today, I had cake in P.C. and was allowed to pay out my P.C. teacher with no pay out payback, I pay him out all the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now. I can kind of sleep really well and anywhere but recently I've been waking up with the impression that I've been having a nightmare even though I can't remember what it was about. It's really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 37&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1171268094707030573?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1171268094707030573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1171268094707030573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1171268094707030573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-190470767989652741</id><published>2009-05-10T20:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:03:59.673+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Mother's Day in Australia. I'm not entirely sure when it is everywhere else. I gave my mummy an ABBA cd. She enjoyed it lol. She made us listen to it on repeat as we were going to and from brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't post for like the past two days. I'm sorry! I've been sooo busy though. I couldn't post for all of Friday because it was my birthday and like straight after school my friends came over for a sleepover. It was so fun though! I got a really good swag of presents, if I do say so myself. I got a laptop, a 120 gig iPod (I named it Alexander), like ten dvds, a new dressing gown, a large amount of gift certificates from my friends, a cute toy robot, some awesome silver ribbed tights, two necklaces, the Skins season 1 soundtrack and some other stuff. I am quite pleased. I haven't actually tried out my new laptop yet haha, I'm really slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit sad on my birthday though. I was kind of hyper-emotional. I nearly cried because my cheesecake had wildberry sauce on it and I'd forgotten that one of my friends (the ex-best friend) was allergic to raspberries. She ate it and it was fine though, thank God. We played truth or dare and that was fun, it would have been more fun if we had boys there though. We also played 'I Never' which yielded some interesting revelations from the people in the group. We also watched 'Wild Child' and collectively swooned over Alex Pettyfer (?? I don't actually know if that's his name and I am way too lazy to look it up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit...insecure on my birthday. I sort of...like, there's a lot of stuff going on in my life right now. One of my friends who has depression is sort of relapsing and a new girl has joined my group (that by itself isn't really anything, it's just because I sort of feel uncomfortable and we have to re-adjust the group dynamics around her) and stuff is just going on. I sort of want like...someone to rely on or someone I can trust to talk to but I don't really have that. As I don't have a best friend in my group, I don't have that there and the person who I used to talk to is the one who is battling depression. So, I'm sort of more focused on being there for them. I feel like I can't complain or talk to that person anymore, because obviously their problems are worse than mine. I dunno...I can't really confide in anyone, which is weird for someone like me who is used to telling everyone everything. I guess there's nothing I can do about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want a boyfriend...it's nice to have that bond with someone, you know? I think that just having a really good friend would be enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: x&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 36&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-190470767989652741?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/190470767989652741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/190470767989652741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/190470767989652741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-952747362223290868</id><published>2009-05-07T22:32:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:38:34.370+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><title type='text'>Yippee Yah Yah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow! I'll never be sixteen again *tear*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some exciting things that happened while I was sixteen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Semi-formal (like a junior prom??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guitar Hero...'nuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Thinking I was truly beautiful for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. First time being drunk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. End of year eleven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Beginning of year twelve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Duxed english in my grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Starred in a friend's film that got shown at a film awards ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Volunteering at a local charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Formal!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of, here is a picture of my date and I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333060212877463458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SgLWAgJUj6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/E1jINv_VMVI/s400/4197_1138811835359_1379296610_2271169_1518590_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sixteen, going on seventeen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um...laters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-952747362223290868?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/952747362223290868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/yippee-yah-yah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/952747362223290868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/952747362223290868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/yippee-yah-yah.html' title='Yippee Yah Yah'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SgLWAgJUj6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/E1jINv_VMVI/s72-c/4197_1138811835359_1379296610_2271169_1518590_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3227447721934162499</id><published>2009-05-06T21:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:48:51.222+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Dandelion Seed</title><content type='html'>I was considering just skipping this day but because I actually remembered about doing my blog post, I think I should write something. I don't have anything to say, so here's a poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dandelion Seed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me,&lt;br /&gt;Catch me floating,&lt;br /&gt;Find me,&lt;br /&gt;Look, look at your prize,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything,&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper me your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow me away,&lt;br /&gt;Purse your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Blow me away,&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me freely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push me,&lt;br /&gt;Break me apart,&lt;br /&gt;Push me,&lt;br /&gt;See me scattered always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me soar,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6 (shdions)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 34&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3227447721934162499?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3227447721934162499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/dandelion-seed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3227447721934162499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3227447721934162499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/dandelion-seed.html' title='Dandelion Seed'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5448668555039206364</id><published>2009-05-05T21:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:11:17.027+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>I'm a bad person!</title><content type='html'>It was the friend who I am having problems with's birthday today but I made a card for someone else who's birthday it is :$ I am going to buy Problem Friend a birthday present though, so I think that makes it somewhat better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't particularly want to call my father even though he left me a sweet message asking me what I'd like for my birthday. I hate talking to people on the phone, I never have anything to talk about with him, it will be super awkward and I don't really feel much of a connection to him since he moved away. Shrug. I guess I'll have to, even though it's probably a bit late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a whole bagful of emotional issues and stresses, I am contemplating throwing myself off a ferris wheel -_- Just kidding, but you know...ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 34&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 34&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5448668555039206364?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5448668555039206364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bad-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5448668555039206364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5448668555039206364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bad-person.html' title='I&apos;m a bad person!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7651560556593793380</id><published>2009-05-04T12:56:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:14:07.724+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>Insert Creative Title Here</title><content type='html'>Notimenotimenotime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I helped my Mum by moving a MASSIVE pile of branches and offcuts into a skip. I thought I was going to die because my iPod is broken (fingers crossed for a new one on my birthday), R.I.P. George. I listen to my iPod allllll the time so it's been hard for these past few weeks where I haven't had one. Anyway, I thought that the mindlessness of moving branches etc. was going to numb me into nothingness but I survived it by pretending it was a challenge on the Amazing Race. It was quite fun after that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to finish my MHI assignment (I haven't even started editing it yet!!!). It was so annoying in class though, because my teacher always tries to make us change our hypothesis based on what she thinks. It isn't meant to be like that, you're supposed to be graded on how well you present evidence to support your hypothesis, not how well your view lines up with hers. Last time I did actually change my hypothesis, however, this time I have decided not to. That means that I have to do double the research to anyone else though to convince her that I know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't really talk about the formal because I'm still pictureless, but here are some statistics for you about the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends in Party: 15&lt;br /&gt;Friends in Limo 1: 10&lt;br /&gt;Friends in My Limo: 5&lt;br /&gt;Courses in Meal: 3&lt;br /&gt;Deliciousness of Food: 0.5 Pizzas&lt;br /&gt;Songs Danced To: 42&lt;br /&gt;Songs Sat Out (Including Dinner): 31&lt;br /&gt;Total Girls Drunk: 32%&lt;br /&gt;Total Boys Drunk: 40%&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Taken: 0 (my camera broke!)&lt;br /&gt;Times Proposed To: 1 (I was Juliet when Love Story by Taylor Swift came on because I had a white dress, hence, I got proposed to :P)&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drinks of Coke Spilt On My Dress: 1&lt;br /&gt;Fun Had: 10000000000 Gigawatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 34&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7651560556593793380?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7651560556593793380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-creative-title-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7651560556593793380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7651560556593793380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-creative-title-here.html' title='Insert Creative Title Here'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6543882473143331322</id><published>2009-05-03T13:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:30:15.721+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary Meme</title><content type='html'>I might talk about the formal more when I have pictures, but it was so awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for this meme, what you do is search your name in &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Urban Dictionary &lt;/a&gt;and show your fave definitons :). It was invented by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kp-I8FdoUo"&gt;JohnnyDurham19 &lt;/a&gt;on Youtube. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n):&lt;/strong&gt; A mean, catty girl. This girl does not have to be named Megan for it is a nickname or insult describing a girl who likes to steal boyfriends, crushes and 99% of all straight guys in the area. Perfect looking, tons of friends, and everyone loves (but secretly hates) her.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 1: Oh MY GOD. Cindy was so awful on the ski trip. She was flirting with Ryan and James! Girl 2: Wow. Shes being a total Megan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Not true :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;Some slob that thinks she is the shit, when really she looks like shit. They think they know everything, but again they know nothing. They sound like retards when they talk, they are VERY annoying. Only thinks about themselves, not very good parents, likes to start shit but never finishes it. Sometimes megans look like a man.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who is that on the pole out there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who else would it be but Megan?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Also untrue haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;A girl who is not afriad to say whats on her mind. She is musically involved, smart, funny, and is beutiful. She can be a heart-breaker, so watch out! She does not believe in animal cruelty and usually is a vegetarian. Because of her abillity to give great advice, she is everyone's friend and everyone loves her.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ask Megan, she'll know what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one's true :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (v):&lt;/strong&gt; An action taken which results in complete failure.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to catch that frisbee but I totally pulled a Megan and messed it up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n):&lt;/strong&gt; The coolest girl you'll ever meet. Amazing, beautiful and flawless. She can kick your ass in just about everything, but she will only prove this if you really bug her. Megans are usually pretty smart and street-wise and they know what they're talking about (most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh my god man, how did you get that pool cue stuck up there?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I told Megan she was wrong, and that I was better than her at pool.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh right... You don't know her well at all, do you...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[True :P :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;A tall and lean brunette who always is the weirdest out of the group who listens to the music nobody has ever heard of but then it comes in style. Makes drastic desicions... can make everyone laugh in an awkward situation. Is very music involved and is smart beyond belief. Likes guys but is too afraid to talk to them and puts her friends before herself.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I has no example. Rawr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one is like...scarily accurate :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;A girl that is very stubborn but at the same time can be the greatest friend on the planet. She loves pizza and is absolutley gorgeous. She is loved by everybody and is fucking hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither do I :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one is also quite true.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;A person who only eats meat.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person 1: "Hey I'm Vegan!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person 2: "Hey I'm Megan!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It's funny because I'm vegetarian :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (n): &lt;/strong&gt;Megans are usually very good at keeping secrets but usually tend to speak their mind. They keep too much themselves and have many secrets to their past. Easily annoyed and open minded. Is very daring and hardly ever afraid of anyone or anything. Very bold. Opinionated. Good to animals. Can be self concious. Liked by everyone and is always there for her friends. Strong on the inside. Is more focused on other things than relationships with men, but liked by many of them even though they are usually single. Good arguer and they hate drama. Very stubborn and relentless. Does exactly what they want, and can break hearts. Usually born in the winter or spring. Can make anyone laugh and they are very, very, smart. Does not realize their own beauty, but very beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megans are a one of a kind and many guys would be lucky to have them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one is also quite true.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan (v):&lt;/strong&gt; The act of jumping from tall buildings with parachute pants and often times an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Man, she just meganed off that roof!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one is my fave I think]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice indiscriminate-time-period!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 34&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6543882473143331322?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6543882473143331322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/urban-dictionary-meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6543882473143331322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6543882473143331322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/urban-dictionary-meme.html' title='Urban Dictionary Meme'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7858981125302140741</id><published>2009-05-02T09:05:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:39:07.843+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><title type='text'>*facepalm*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought that the 'Special Extra Post' for the day before yesterday had been posted after midnight and so it could count to be my post for yesterday and not special or extra at all. Turns out it was like at 11:30. Doh! The latter half of BEDHAM is turning out well as you can see. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my formal tonight so I'm really excited. I'm also quite nervous and I don't really know why. Whoosh, breathe in and out. I'm considering composing a schedule for everything that I need to do today, but I think that might stress me out. It's my senior prom! That always seems like such a big deal in American movies but formals are like soooo not taken as seriously here as they are in America. Then again, Australians like never take anything seriously...except sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick note: I'm actually sixteen and on the eighth of May I'll be turning seventeen. In Australia, you spend the majority of your senior year being seventeen, not eighteen like in America. It would be disastrous! Because the legal drinking age here is eighteen, no one would ever get anything done lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands are kind of shaking...I think I'm stressing myself out :P It's Labour Day on Monday! I'm really glad it's a long weekend this weekend (it's Saturday today) because I have an assignment due on Tuesday and basically today and tomorrow have been written off so I need some time to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might also mention that we don't get special allowance for it being 'prom weekend' or anything at my school because the formal isn't associated with the school. Aaaages ago, like twenty or thirty years ago at the last school formal, one fateful guy fatefully puked on some princess-twit's VERY EXPENSIVE dress. She decided to sue the school for negligence. So, we don't have them 'officially' anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one of the parents in the year always organises it. I think it's better like this actually because like it means that you can take whoever you want. Like, I go to an all-girls Catholic school right? So if you were a lesbian and wanted to take a girl, you wouldn't be allowed to. But since it's not done through the school you can take whoever you want. A lot of girls are actually just taking female friends of theirs because they feel like it, and that's allowed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, my problem is that I didn't have ANYONE to take, being excluded from the male sex for a majority of the year doesn't really lend itself to great friendship opportunities. Luckily, one of my friends' older brother has a group of friends who wanted to come, so I'm taking one of them. We've hung out before so it's not going to be weird or anything hehe. I'm just a bit worried that he doesn't like me :( Oh well, he can deal, it's my formal so he can at least pretend hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, do you guys in America have pre-formal parties? We do here, it's basically a very dignified event where all of the parents and children of a friendship group go to one person's house so they get to see everyone and take pictures with everyone. It's nice but it also means that your formal getting-ready time is reduced by about an hour and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of sad actually, I don't know if getting fake tans before formals is big in America but it's HUGE here. Like, seriously, massive. All of the popular girls, and most of the un-popular girls, get it done. I don't because I think it looks horrendous. It very rarely looks good, like hardly EVER. I think most people look best with their natural skin colour, really. I mean, if you saw the pictures that I posted of my dress you'd know that I'm quite pale, but I like that. They nearly always look orange. The most depressing thing about it all was the crash diets that they're all going on! One of them has been only eating lemons for the past week, it's so unhealthy! The worst thing is that they know it's unhealthy but they just don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's strange how most people at the formal aren't going to look like themselves at all. They're all getting their hair dyed, they won't have their normal skin colour, their make-up will be all done...it's weird. I want a very natural sort of look for my make-up and I want a messy bun for my hair. This is the picture that I'm taking to the hairdresser anyway:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331002804377489810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfuGzkOIEZI/AAAAAAAAACI/cCgOcGc_16I/s320/formal+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, it's going to have to be quite different because I have a fringe (bangs) that will need to be pulled back and I don't want it QUITE so messy, but that's the general feel that I'm after. I also sort of want like two or three smallish braids running back into bun, I think that would look nice. I'm also just doing my make-up myself whereas most people are getting it done. I'm pretty low-key about the whole thing, overall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I think I've bored you enough :P I should probably go and have breakfast and have a shower etc. before my hair app. Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 34&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 2 (but it's very early in the day, remember that :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7858981125302140741?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7858981125302140741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/facepalm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7858981125302140741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7858981125302140741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/05/facepalm.html' title='*facepalm*'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfuGzkOIEZI/AAAAAAAAACI/cCgOcGc_16I/s72-c/formal+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4475532678803440269</id><published>2009-04-30T23:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:02:16.525+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonus post'/><title type='text'>Special Extra Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfmvEiDhIlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EWI86FUE3xY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I saw this on &lt;a href="http://johnnydurham.com/"&gt;Johnny Durham's website&lt;/a&gt; and it looked so awesome that I wanted to try it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you do is type in your answer to the following question into google images, pick a question from the first page and &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;make a collage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484295146279986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfmvOWz-FDI/AAAAAAAAACA/xIUikYthttg/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What is your hometown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What is your favorite movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What is one word to describe yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What do you love most in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4475532678803440269?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4475532678803440269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-extra-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4475532678803440269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4475532678803440269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-extra-post.html' title='Special Extra Post!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfmvOWz-FDI/AAAAAAAAACA/xIUikYthttg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6677302861227599009</id><published>2009-04-30T23:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:15:01.386+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Today is my last official day of BEDA :(</title><content type='html'>I ist sad. Oh well, it's not really my last day (I think I'll be quite pleased then) but it is making me sad because it means the end of lovely daily blog posts to read from everyone. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for such a momentous occasion, you'd think I'd have something to say...but I don't. I can't find a bag for the freakin' formal -_- It's annoying :P Also, it looks like my failure in my little tournament with Sean has come to nothing! Yay! Megan will not be held to stupid bets! Although, when I brought this up with him he said, "I'm waiting for the right moment." This has made me slightly nervous again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any advice for making people feel better when they won't tell you what's wrong? I feel sort of useless :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post a poem that I wrote :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower, flower,&lt;br /&gt;The suns great power,&lt;br /&gt;On your falling leaves does shine,&lt;br /&gt;Oh flower flower, please be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower, flower,&lt;br /&gt;A cleansing shower,&lt;br /&gt;Brightens greenly glistening leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Oh flower flower, king of trees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower, flower,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful tower,&lt;br /&gt;Lightens earth with brightly coloured burst,&lt;br /&gt;Oh flower flower, pick me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Poem :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 34&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6677302861227599009?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6677302861227599009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-last-official-day-of-beda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6677302861227599009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6677302861227599009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-last-official-day-of-beda.html' title='Today is my last official day of BEDA :('/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-389369031463502450</id><published>2009-04-29T21:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:05:56.029+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free dress'/><title type='text'>But the Beat Goes On</title><content type='html'>So...I was like up until two this morning doing my modern draft haha. I'm a bit tired. It was a free dress day (we have a uniform, so every so often we get free-dress days where we pay a two dollar 'fine' and we get to wear our own clothes) at my school today and the theme was like 'international'. Most people sort of copped out (myself included, I just wore jeans and a hoodie with 'Canada' on it that I bought when I went there). However, my PC (home room) teacher went to Oxford, so he had on his schoolboy hat and blazer. It made me laugh so hard, he looked hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random and I'm not even going to attempt a segway but apparently what men desire most in a relationship is to feel needed and women desire to feel cherished. I'm sort of thinking that maybe this is where the centuries of female oppression have been about. Subdue women, make them weaker and they will really need you haha. I'm half-kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late&lt;br /&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;Friends having problems :(&lt;br /&gt;Formal preparation&lt;br /&gt;Being out of the loop&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;BEDA&lt;br /&gt;A, A-, A&lt;br /&gt;Monotony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 5 (see, I checked!)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 33&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-389369031463502450?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/389369031463502450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-beat-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/389369031463502450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/389369031463502450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-beat-goes-on.html' title='But the Beat Goes On'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-1027432209019575056</id><published>2009-04-28T21:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:46:57.704+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>Today has been a mixed day. I recieved back results, one I was not at all happy with (maths), one I was quite happy with (modern history) and one I was on the fence about (economics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a modern history draft due tomorrow that I haven't started, so I have to make this a short one. Today we had a performance of a theatre company who perform Shakespeare. Today they did excerpts from Macbeth, Hamlet and The Taming of the Shrew. One of the theatre dudes was totally hot, he reminded me of a young, and real, Snape. I was in love :P I've actually studied The Taming of the Shrew in drama before and we're studying Hamlet now in english. I performed excerpts from The Taming of the Shrew in drama and I am going to have to perform excerpts of Hamlet in english so it was really cool to see them performed today. I also got two new assignments today (english and english extension), so I'm not too happy about that, wah wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum also had parent teacher interviews tonight. She only talked to two of my teachers, my english teacher and my economics teacher because she wanted to meet them. My english teacher said I was the best student in her class, which I thought was a nice compliment. It surprised me actually, I thought she hated me haha. My economics teacher loves me, so he spent the time paying me out to my mother hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, in good news I found my glasses that were lost yesterday. Actually, I went to Reception to ask about them and they were there. The creepy thing was that they had my name and year level on a note on them (my name isn't anywhere on the glasses or case). Someone knows what glasses I wear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I can't really think of anything else to say and besides, my draft awaits! *groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: I fail, I will find this out, I promise&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 33&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-1027432209019575056?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/1027432209019575056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/starstruck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1027432209019575056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/1027432209019575056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3286946212604967034</id><published>2009-04-27T22:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:31:09.421+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>Advice to the Youth - Twista Trip Feat. LaLa Brown</title><content type='html'>So, I performed my S.O.R. rap today. It was a contemporisation of the Biblical story 'Advice to a Young Man' in Ecclesiastes 11:8-12:9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, that’s right,&lt;br /&gt;Twista Trip here with Miss LaLa Brown,&lt;br /&gt;Take it away LaLa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic on the sidelines we’re Generation Y,&lt;br /&gt;Not caring about change and too messed up to try,&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping about celebs when they join the Mile High,&lt;br /&gt;‘Steada enjoying our lives, we try to look fly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel so entitled but we’re still unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;No one takes the time to sit and think and just be,&lt;br /&gt;Texting friends and chatting with a computer screen,&lt;br /&gt;With our office jobs and our friends on T.V.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world, we always flowing the hate,&lt;br /&gt;No one now can see that our lives are pretty great,&lt;br /&gt;We spend our time scrutinising LiLo’s best mate,&lt;br /&gt;‘Steada chilling with homies before it’s too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;While you’re young, you gotta help when you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste time thinking about Britney’s new tan fool,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t wanna die and wanna do it again cool,&lt;br /&gt;Love every moment has gotta be your new life’s rule,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop starving, ‘steada Celebrity Slim,&lt;br /&gt;Or spending 20 hundred on flashy new rims,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop global warming without changing a thing,&lt;br /&gt;When you got apathy and hate, nobody wins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get outta your cubicle and into the world,&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk in the park, maybe meet a new girl,&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you seize the day, go on, give it a whirl,&lt;br /&gt;Live every second and rejoice in them all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Singer Insert]&lt;br /&gt;Live your life the way God asked you,&lt;br /&gt;Respect all men, don’t matter who,&lt;br /&gt;Lives are short, there’s lots to get through,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve really got nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you banish anxiety from your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Leave all of your old regrets behind,&lt;br /&gt;Know for all your actions, you’re gonna be repaid in kind,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the love and happiness that you will find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all you believe in the Lord put your hands up,&lt;br /&gt;You eat the bread and drink the wine from the cup,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the ways of God, give him his due worship,&lt;br /&gt;At the gates of Heaven, God’s gonna ask wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;While you’re young, you gotta help when you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste time thinking about Britney’s new tan fool,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t wanna die and wanna do it again cool,&lt;br /&gt;Love every moment has gotta be your new life’s rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it went okay. People applauded after I did it and I had several people come up to me afterwards and tell me that my oral was really good. Fingers crossed, it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I went online to a rapper name generator and my male rapper name was Twista Trip and my female rapper name was LaLa Brown haha, that's where I got them from :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: Undefined&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 32&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3286946212604967034?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3286946212604967034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/advice-to-youth-twista-trip-feat-lala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3286946212604967034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3286946212604967034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/advice-to-youth-twista-trip-feat-lala.html' title='Advice to the Youth - Twista Trip Feat. LaLa Brown'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-131194752040572123</id><published>2009-04-27T22:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:24:53.457+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><title type='text'>EPIC FAIL</title><content type='html'>I just completely forgot to post yesterday. Like, it did not even cross my mind. Oopsie, I'll post twice today though, to make up for it haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My formal is actually on the second of May, so it will miss BEDA!! I'm still going to be posting though, because I didn't start BEDA until like the fifteenth of April. I will post lots of pictures though hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just spent like the ENTIRE weekend writing, recording and editing my S.O.R. assignment. I didn't do any of my homework or anything haha. I still haven't done it tonight but that's because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, nothing particularly exciting happened today, so I am going to end this post here. Check out my other post today! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: I still don't know *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 32&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-131194752040572123?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/131194752040572123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic-fail_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/131194752040572123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/131194752040572123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic-fail_27.html' title='EPIC FAIL'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7782996291335827332</id><published>2009-04-25T22:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:18:31.082+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANZAC day'/><title type='text'>ANZAC Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, as you might have gathered from the title, was ANZAC Day. ANZAC stands for the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps and today is when we honour and remember all of our fellows who have served and died in war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a ceremony for this yesterday at my school. It was really moving and I nearly cried. However, I got a little bit annoyed because all of the focus was on WWI and WWII, no one even mentioned the Vietnam War or even the Iraq War. It made me so mad because it's like Australia is ashamed to be/have been participating in them and so we act like they don't exist. People have died in both of those wars, they have been devastating and people have made HUGE sacrifices and yet we act like they don't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it's not like I'm exactly FOR our involvement in them either. I hate the idea of anyone interfering in each other's affairs for no good reason. But the simple fact is that soldiers don't declare war, Governments do. I'm like a total pacifist. I have yet to hear of a good reason for anyone going to war. (I mean maybe, maybe, the killing of Jews in Germany but that's not even the reason we went to war. Everyone turned a blind eye until they invaded Poland *rolls eyes*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually writing an assignment on the anti-Vietnam War movements at the moment for Modern History. Well, I should be, I've been working on S.O.R. all day but that's due sooner so, you know, prioritising. I know that people were horrible to the Vietnam veterans when they came home. Admittedly, everyone on both sides committed atrocities but the simple fact is that I'm almost certain that they would not have done these things had they not been ordered. Ugh, it just makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in less somber news, I was watching RENT today and I noticed something extraordinary! Maureen in RENT is called MAUREEN JOHNSON!! I freaked out :P Maybe everyone already knew that but it impressed me. My sister was a bit weirded out haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to record my rap tomorrow and I...have to like...finish writing it first lol. I also have to memorise my oral entirely tomorrow, which I'm not really looking forward to. I'm not very good at giving orals that I haven't memorised so it's going to be really important for me to have this DOWN by Monday morning. Plus, it always impresses the teachers if they see that you've gone to that much trouble ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My formal (prom) dress arrived the other day, I'm not entirely sure if I said. This be it. (Happy 11:11 by the way, make a wish :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616369678484818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfMMWyMEhVI/AAAAAAAAABw/PUqXjVQ9UUs/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You can't really tell in this picture but the straps are actually like a forest green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Obviously this is not to the floor, I'm not freakishly short :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I cut off my head because I was making a strange face lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) This picture sort of makes me look bigger than I am. I guess the dress is partially to blame because it makes my boobs look WAY bigger than they are in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go now, have a nice whatever-time-of-day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kg's to Goal: I wanted to check this today, but would you believe, there is not a single set of scales in my whole house! Except for a tiny cooking one that I would break if I stood on lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7782996291335827332?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7782996291335827332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/anzac-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7782996291335827332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7782996291335827332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/anzac-day.html' title='ANZAC Day'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SfMMWyMEhVI/AAAAAAAAABw/PUqXjVQ9UUs/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-8683793961831410477</id><published>2009-04-24T23:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:24:05.721+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><title type='text'>Yeah so...</title><content type='html'>I know I've been making excuses in my other posts about having nothing to say. But this time I really don't. I'm also in a SUPREMELY BAD MOOD. So...I just don't really feel like this right now. My formal is next weekend and my birthday is the friday after that and I am so not excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I am going to end this post before I sound more emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: I hate this one&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 10000000000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-8683793961831410477?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/8683793961831410477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8683793961831410477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8683793961831410477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-so.html' title='Yeah so...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3407182007027515487</id><published>2009-04-23T22:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:52:39.878+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your nice comments on the last post BEDA buddies, I really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooo much homework to do tonight! It's ridiculous. It's also the time I should be asleep. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out today that I have to go first doing my SOR rap and oral. So that's slightly nerve-wracking, especially considering I'm making what would be considered a 'brave' choice in doing a rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a huge amount to say today...sorry. Nothing of particular interest. Um...I might ask your advice about something actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this friend who used to be my best friend. About six months ago I accidentally stumbled on her blog and recognised it as hers as she had once shown me it. I was a bit surprised to see that the latest and second-latest posts were quite long bitch-fests about me. They basically said that I was weak, I was fake, I was insecure, I was annoying, she didn't want to be my friend etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted her about this the next day I saw her. She said that she was furious that I had read the blog. When I mentioned that I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to, she said that I should have known. She was angrier than I was. I said that I was sorry for reading it and I decided not to make her apologise for saying the things that she did. I thought I was quite calm and collected. All I wanted to know was where we should go from here in terms of our friendship. I finally got her to admit that she didn't want to be friends with me anymore. I'll admit, that hurt A LOT. But I said 'okay' and I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then things have been a bit weird between us. She is in my group and we aren't outwardly fighting...we're not even really sneakily fighting. Most people in our group don't even know that we had a fight...but they know that something happened. I still sort of feel like I am playing the role of her best friend but that she doesn't like me very much. She lives quite close to me so I offer her lifts to and from places. She takes me home from school some days when she gets picked up (though, that is with other girls in our group). We still catch the train together. We have hung out by ourselves. The most telling thing is, I think, that when something really awful happened to her (two of her best friends were killed in a car crash) she called me to go over her house. And I did, and I genuinely wanted to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she sort of...is more affectionate to other members of our group and laughs with them more. Everything is kinda awkward between us. We've only had like one actual fight since then but that was when we were both stressed out about exams...so I think that was the spark that lit a mini-bonfire of everything that we were feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. She's an amazing, lovely, intelligent and funny person. I know I've been making this seem like I am blameless in the whole thing but I'm sure I'm not. That's never the case. The thing is, I just sort of feel like I can't trust her anymore. Also, her opinion still really matters to me. One time I told her about a story that I was writing and she didn't like it so I never touched it again. I just couldn't look at it, it felt stupid because she said it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always been prettier than me and smarter and more popular. But just when I finally felt like I was becoming my own person and loving myself...she wrote those blog posts and I immediately hated myself again. I feel like maybe I don't want to be her friend when we go to uni. I just think that maybe we're bad for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, help?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: I don't even know and I don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3407182007027515487?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3407182007027515487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3407182007027515487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3407182007027515487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5418416329187090651</id><published>2009-04-22T21:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:57:24.620+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the new megan'/><title type='text'>Okay</title><content type='html'>Okay, so. I literally have fifteen minutes to type this up. I promised myself that I would go to bed at 10:00 so that I can get up super early tomorrow. I'm going to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the scales today and I had a huge wake-up call. I'm the heaviest I've ever been in my life. I'm not like...obese or even overweight according to my BMI (which is 20). However, I would still like to exercise because lately I have been putting on weight and if I continue to do so, I will become overweight. I would also like to revolutionise my self-perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION PLAN FOR THE NEW MEGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do an hour of exercise before school in the mornings. Note: To achieve this, you must wake-up at five A.M.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut out all eating that occurs for boredom instead of being hungry. Eat when you are hungry but stop when you are full. It does not matter how delicious it is, you can eat it later.&lt;br /&gt;3. Attempt to stop eating such unhealthy food. I realise that your mother gives you a sweet every day in your lunch, only eat this if you are actually hungry. See rule 2 for further information on this.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put a bit more care into your appearance. Not to impress anyone but to have pride in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;5. Compliment someone every day. This makes you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;6. Restrict negative comments. Studies have been done which show that people unconciously associate you with the traits you attribute to other people. Hence, if you say that Suzie is a manipulative bitch, whoever you are talking to will unconciously associate you with being a manipulative bitch. The same thing occurs if you say that Suzie is nice and kind.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't freak out over what you can't change. You tend to do this, don't. Just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;8. Enjoy work of all kinds. Go into any kind of work with a positive attitude. If you're going to do it, you might as well enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Waste less time. All time is precious. Devote more to studying and doing your assignments. You need to do well this year.&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally, be yourself. This is the most important rule of all. You will feel uncomfortable and ashamed otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this has been such a personal post. It is a bit of a cartharsis for me and I needed to say all of this stuff so I might actually do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your ideas for things you try to follow every day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: A disgusting number that equals x&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5418416329187090651?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5418416329187090651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5418416329187090651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5418416329187090651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title='Okay'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-8645445102871258131</id><published>2009-04-21T22:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:05:47.116+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united nations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>Doh!</title><content type='html'>It's my first day back at school after mid-semester break. ARGHARGHARGH. I'm sooo ridiculously tired, don't you hate that? How the first day of school is always the most tiring day you've ever experienced even though you don't really do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to type this quickly because I have a draft due tomorrow that I really have to get on with. I reckon it might be a one-er or a two-er for me tonight. Sigh. I'm also a little bit peeved off because my economics teacher was meant to have our assignments ready for us at the beginning of the holidays, then he said he would type up the task sheet today. Guess what? I'm task-sheet-less. I'm also freaking out a bit because apparently I'm up to the stage of writing my Modern History assignment but I'm still well deep in the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit relieved today because I hadn't gotten back *any* assessment for the whole of last term. But today I got back an english feature article that I wrote and my maths assignment. I got A's on both of them, so I'm happy. I'm a little bit concerned about getting back my english, maths and modern history exams and my study of religion and extension english assignments. Freaking *out*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that thus far this has only been a rant that has little interest to anybody. However, I thought I might also post a funny (well, I thought so) satire script that I wrote in Drama last year. I got an A+ on it, so I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life in the Hot Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[M = Male and F = Female]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID ATTENBOROUGH (M) in safari suit with wide brimmed hat and heavy boots, speaks with English accent into microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA (F) wears pink dress, high heels, long blonde hair with heavy makeup, speaks with California valley girl type accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND (M) wears slacks, button up top with vest and bow tie, speaks with cockney accent [easily distinguishable from Attenborough’s accent].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH AMERICA (M) shirtless, tattered pants, holds machine gun, barefoot, heavy accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIA (F) wears version of AMERICA’s dress but as is significantly fatter than America, dress strains over her figure and is unflattering. Dress is stained, wears the same high heels as America, speaks with bogan accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIA (F) wears an imitation ‘I heart NY’ shirt that instead says ‘I heart PUTIN’ with camouflage army pants and army boots, speaks with heavy Russian accent, is very muscled and tall, black bob hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIA (F) is very small, wears same outfit as Russia but the clothes are ill-fitting and hang off her small body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA (M) wears long, black trench coat, smokes cigars, has cheap goods stashed in coat, heavy Chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACT ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside UN Building in New York, DAVID ATTENBOROUGH crouches beside the doors, watching as various delegates move into the building, one by one the cast (except ENGLAND and AMERICA) and other extras go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID:  Hello, I’m David Attenborough and welcome to my latest documentary, Life in the Hot Seat. We’re here today to observe the fascinating habits of the rare species known scientifically as Cowardis Maximus but usually spoken of under their native name, politicians. Watch with me now as they skulk back into their burrow. Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera pans to see delegates walking into building, pans back to DAVID]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID:  Traditionally this is a time of celebration as the politicians reenter their home bearing the efforts of the hunt. Today though, things look disappointing. This is a very barren time for the politicians and many other species as they all fight for survival. Fascinating stuff today here folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENGLAND walks over to AMERICA empty-handed. She shakes her head as if disappointed and moves away. AMERICA walks into the building and ENGLAND follows.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID:  We are about to enter the fascinating nest of these creatures, it is supremely dangerous and if you at home happen to see a politician’s nest, we advise you not to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DAVID walks through doors but is still semi-crouching, camera is shaky as camera-man follows suit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID:  (stage whisper) If you look now you can see the elegant, breath-taking and fascinating mating ritual of the politicians as the two creatures we have named South America and England fight for the hand of the alpha female, America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera zooms in on ENGLAND, AMERICA and SOUTH AMERICA standing in a triangle, with AMERICA at the point, facing the camera. SOUTH AMERICA and ENGLAND hold a resolution, each hoping theirs will be signed by AMERICA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH AMERICA:  C’mon baby, I wanna cross your border! (Raises eyebrows suggestively)&lt;br /&gt;[AMERICA looks at him disdainfully and turns to ENGLAND]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND:  Please, Miss America, I feel that our two countries once united could create many beautiful things together. Our alliance would bring forth great fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA:  Ohmigod, I like sooo agree with you. Let’s go and like find a table to make this thing official!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DAVID pops into shot from the side. His head takes up most of the shot but in the background AMERICA and ENGLAND are seen signing their resolution together]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID:  And watch now as the alpha female asserts her superiority over another female politician, Australia. Fascinating, fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AUSTRALIA walks over to the pair, stumbling in her much too high heels and with food stains down the front of her dress]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIA:  (Tries to imitate AMERICAn accent, fails miserably) What d’youse like think of my like new dress…like? (Realises is failing with accent and resumes normal, bogan voice) D’youse guys need me to sign your reso-thingy as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AMERICA and ENGLAND have finished signing the resolution. AMERICA looks at AUSTRALIA with disdain and walks away. ENGLAND does not immediately follow so AMERICA turns around and snaps her fingers to beckon him. He follows, hanging his head. AUSTRALIA is miffed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIA:  (Turns to camera and mimes cracking a whip, making appropriate sound. Speaks maliciously but still with a sing-song intonation) Whi-ipped. (Turns around to see ENGLAND and AMERICA’s backs turned and walking away.) Oy! America! Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AUSTRALIA exits, trailing after ENGLAND and AMERICA. DAVID steps into shot again. He walks down a hallway and comes across RUSSIA holding GEORGIA up to a wall and punching her in the stomach]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID: Fascinating. Watch now as South America drinks a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera zooms in on SOUTH AMERICA drinking a glass of water. Moves back to DAVID.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID: Absolutely fascinating and enthralling. However, all is not always well in the camp of the United Nations. Look here as Russia dukes it out with her much weaker opponent, Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera zooms in on the fighting pair, other cast members stand around watching passively.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIA: It’s time you learnt your lesson! (Groans with effort, punches in stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIA: (Squeaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera swings back to DAVID. He stands in front of RUSSIA and GEORGIA who continue to fight in the background.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID: Fascinating behaviour. However, aside from all of these petty civil wars within the burrow itself, a much greater crisis threatens the well-being of these fragile creatures their primary food source is incredibly scarce. I am, of course, talking about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AMERICA pushes DAVID out of the way to stand in front of the camera and grabs his microphone, pulling ENGLAND along with her. Camera shot backs away to show movement of camera man. DAVID remains in shot but is passed out on the floor.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA: I’ll show you what I think of your liberal media! Ohmigod, like seriously, this is ridiculous! Could everyone stop like saying that I’m broke! I cannot be broke! I’m like the United States of freaking America, okay? This is freaking ridiculous! (Looks at ENGLAND threateningly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND: She definitely is the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA: (Pulls away from ENGLAND, crosses arms and continues to glare at him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND: I mean…ridiculous. (Upward intonation at the end of sentence indicates that this is a question disguised as a statement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA: (Moves back towards ENGLAND, grabs his arm possessively. Begins to cry in an exaggerated fashion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND: It’s okay, we’ll sort it out! We’ll work something out. Here, wait. I have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA: You have an idea? (Speaks derisively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND: Oh…well…yes. I mean, if you want. It’s just…we can fix this. I know you have that money hidden somewhere! If you bring that out, everything will be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA: (Stops crying. Sighs) I guess it’s up to me…as usual. (Pulls out $700 billion check from behind back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ENGLAND and AMERICA move out of shot, walking off together. CHINA moves in, blows smoke from cigar into the camera aggressively.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA: What about me, you know? No one ever cares about China. I have to make a living too here. With seven hundred billion, I could have been free, I could have been happy, I could have been rich! But oh no, is only for the investment banks of America. (Adopts whiny tone when speaking about the banks.) I’m stuck here making all of their cheap goods! But what they don’t know is that I infuse their clothes with communism, essence of Mao! Speaking of which, you’re not in the mood for a new watch are you? (Opens coat where many obviously fake watches are seen) Genuine Prada! Or perhaps you are a YSL man? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera moves away from CHINA and toward doors. CHINA runs in front of camera and walks backwards, still speaking to the camera man.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA: Fine, I’ll show you the best! Chanel, only fifteen dollars! No? Well what about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Camera fades to black and sound fades to silence.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-8645445102871258131?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/8645445102871258131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/doh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8645445102871258131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/8645445102871258131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/doh.html' title='Doh!'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6939090567647776905</id><published>2009-04-20T21:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:00:45.816+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planet of the Dead'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Doctor Who Special: Planet of the Dead</title><content type='html'>I thought for this post, as the title might hint at :P, I would just give a quick review of the Doctor Who special, Planet of the Dead. This hasn't actually aired in Australia yet but I was naughty and watched it on youtube. Beware, spoilers ahead if you haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of felt like this was an okay special, it wasn't great but it wasn't horrible either. I thought that a lot of what happened was just too easy. I liked the clever set-up at the beginning but I didn't really understand why the Doctor had that strange device and why it was such a big deal. I have to wonder though, how the police car that was following them in the bus got through the tunnel without being sucked in...you see them on the opposite side but they can't have travelled through it. PLOT HOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kind of love-hate relationship with Christina. It was nice to see a kick-ass companion who wasn't the typical wilt-in-the-shadows side-kick but I thought that her character lacked a bit of depth. She was always racing in, guns blazing, and we never really got a quiet moment to get to know her. She was a bit *too* practical in that she was never particularly emotionally engaged in what was happening. She didn't care when her 'lover' was taken away by the police or when the aliens that had befriended them were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really love the other characters though and how the Doctor was so enthralled by their normality. He loved the fact that one of them had just lost their job and another couple were having steak and gravy (??) for dinner. He was so engaged with the way that they were able to confidently plan for their futures and worry about no more than finding a new career in a way that he would never be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this highlighted to the Doctor his separation from his companions. I did like how the Doctor seemed very upset and emotional about the loss of yet another friend. I wonder how they're going to progress him through his emotions to make the new doctor willing to take one on next series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note about the new Doctor: I lovelovelove David and I'll miss him soooooo ridiculously much. I was so prepared to hate Matt that I spent the first few moments after I'd seen his picture cursing him to high heaven. However, I watched an interview with him and I fell in love with him within a few seconds. He's not as good-looking as David but he has a certain charm. I'm glad that they're taking the show in a new direction and I'm really looking forward to seeing him as the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6.5 (dfnkdoifn b!!)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31 (still)&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6939090567647776905?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6939090567647776905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-on-doctor-who-special-planet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6939090567647776905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6939090567647776905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-on-doctor-who-special-planet.html' title='Thoughts on the Doctor Who Special: Planet of the Dead'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-9003351250874526546</id><published>2009-04-19T22:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:31:43.000+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen von unwerth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chips'/><title type='text'>I'm Cheating, I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely zero ideas for what to do with this post so I'm just going to do another quiz that I found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Your Current Obsession?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally obsessed with really bright blue, yellow and pink knitted hats and scarves at the moment (we're entering winter here in Australia). I'm also really loving&lt;a href="http://home.frognet.net/~mcfadden/evu/Ellen_von_Unwerth.htm"&gt; Ellen Von Unwerth's&lt;/a&gt; photographs (though I've loved them for a while). Oh, and one more, I'm also totally mesmerised by the music of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/glasscandy"&gt;Glass Candy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do You See Outside Your Window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well it's actually dark at the moment, but if it were light I would see a large tree, my front lawn, the road and the house across from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Nap A lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm usually at school so I don't have time but recently I've been so tired lately that I've had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the Last Person You Hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um...I'm not entirely sure, my friend Courtney, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Animal Would You Be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An owl, they're my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's for Dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mashed potato, mixed boiled vegetables and a vegetarian patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the Last Thing You Bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I paid for pizza when my friends and I ordered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are You Listening to Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Times, They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Your Favorite Weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cold and rainy weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's on Your Bedside Table?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...make-up, hairties and bobby-pins, Animal Farm, a glass of water, a hairbrush, a pair of scissors and some easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Could Have a House Totally Paid for, Full Furnished, and Anywhere in the World Where Would You Want It to Be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London, it's my dream to move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are You Typing from Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My house's study. Unfortunately, Obsidian Blackbird McNight (my computer) is incredibly old and slow and is also not a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Would You Like to Have in Your Hands Right Now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed assignments (the ones that I haven't started yet, *sigh*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Would You Like to Get Rid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Said assignments and a few kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Could Go Anywhere in the World for the Next Hour Where Would You Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;New York to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Did You Want to Be When You Grew Up as a Child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Posters/Pictures Do You Have on Your Bedroom Wall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are posters of heaps of bands and movies that I think are cool. Plus a huge amount of pics of my friends and I:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Your Plan for Tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and then work, work, work, work, do my washing, work, work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Should Everyone Have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just do a quick note about my day here. I went to my friend's house so early (8:00!!) but when we got there she was all ready with chocolate presents and croissants to thank us for getting there that early. So we filmed what we had to film, it was mostly uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Side Note: the basic outline of this story is that it's set in the forties and there is an aging chorus girl named Veronica who desperately covets everything that the lead, Ingrid, has. Ingrid is beautiful, young, talented and sleeping with the dashing director of the dance troupe, Francois. Veronica is unpopular with the other chorus girls, Heidi, Amy and Lucy (me!), believing she is above them whereas Ingrid is kind, modest and therefore very popular. At a party to celebrate opening night, and Ingrid's success, during a conversation where she is innocently offering Veronica advice on how to better her performance, Veronica is overcome and pushes Ingrid down the stairs. It is unclear whether Ingrid has been killed or merely injured, however, Veronica has assumed the lead. It's a noir film, all black and white, and oh-so dramatic!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush at the end of the day because I was taking my friend to her band performance and we made it right on time. I then went to go shopping with my mother (uneventful, no good finds) and we caught up with my two sisters for lunch. We went to this pub where I have a particular history. I have a massive grudge against one of the waiters for taking away my chips when I was distracted for a moment. I ordered chips again this time and unfortunately the same man was my waiter. It was hilarious when he took everyone elses' plates away before he even politely asked me if he may take my plate. It was also a bit awkward because I knew he remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is studying to become a teacher and she is going on prac soon (to a horribly bogan state school, the poor thing). My other sister and I had a hard time convincing her that it was TOTALLY inappropriate to wear jeans and a revealing t-shirt and an even worse time informing her that no, she couldn't wear her ugg boots. She needs to gain the respect of these kids even though she's only like a year or two older than them and dressing her age is not going to help in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have anything else of the mildest interest to report, so I might leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6 (well, I haven't actually weighed myself, but I'm assuming)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 2 (surprisingly few)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-9003351250874526546?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/9003351250874526546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-cheating-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/9003351250874526546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/9003351250874526546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-cheating-im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Cheating, I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7621674144071548399</id><published>2009-04-18T22:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:57:40.927+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamish and andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart mouths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mugglecast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imprint'/><title type='text'>Sean</title><content type='html'>This post is called Sean because he is the only person who I actually know that is allowed to read my blog and because he was very upset that he hadn't been named yet. So there you go, a whole blog post named after you. (For alert readers, Sean was the friend who whooped my ass at MSN games yesterday. The memory still hurts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to work. Well, I say went to work as if it was a willing enterprise...and didn't involve me being quite literally dragged out of my house by my mother who is, completely coincidentally *cough*, my boss. She is the Vet at the VET SURGERY FROM HELL and I am the Kennel Hand. So, I basically clean...I clean cages, towels, dishes, every flat surface, some vertical surfaces (I spend hours scrubbing the walls in the surgery. I GOTS BIG GUNS!). It's...it's not as bad as I'm making it seem because I'm able to listen to my iPod while I do it. Nobody has to talk to me while I'm out the back cleaning and my mother has discovered that I am much more productive when I'm not lonely and/or motivated to hail people down to talk to them. I have pretend friends speaking to me on via the magical medium of podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for this post I might make a list of all of the podcasts I listen to and why. Maybe you'll find something new to listen to which really interests you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PODCASTAS! (in alphabetical order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamish and Andy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very, very funny Australian duo. The show is actually a podcast of their daily radio show but obviously without the music. Hamish and Andy often prank celebrities, hold hilarious interviews with various celebrities and banter amongst themselves. It's never failed to make me laugh and is well worth a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How-To Girl Video Podcast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There haven't been any new shows in this podcast for quite some time. That said though, the archives of this show are so interesting. This show takes an instructional format and has so many cute ideas for everything from hair and make-up to food for parties to gift ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imprint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty popular Twilight podcast. It's done by the same people who produce MuggleCast and Smart Mouths. It's a very funny and informative podcast with Twilight theories, news in the Twilight fandom and interviews with people involved in the production of the Twilight books and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to Meditate + The Meditation Podcast + Meditation Station&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three podcasts have been all lumped together because they basically serve the same purpose. All three of them offer brilliant guided meditations and some even employ revolutionary sound technology that relaxes the mind and body. I'm one of those people that find it very hard to just sit there and empty my mind so it's really helpful in my meditation to have something to focus on and listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Manners Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As can probably be deduced by the title of this podcast, it offers advice on modern etiquette and manners. It's much better than the outdated etiquette books, dealing with new manners challenges like cell-phone use and internet etiquette. The shows are quite short, usually being between ten and fifteen minutes, and are quite entertaining as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MuggleCast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very famous Harry Potter podcast produced by a group of fairly young men and women who have since branched out to make Imprint and Smart Mouths. This podcast is a fun way to learn about what's going on in the Harry Potter fandom, hear about movie news and (still) theorise about the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multiple Choice With Susan Maushart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Choice with Susan Maushart is also a podcast from Australian radio. However, this is on the ABC station which means that it takes a more informative standpoint than commerical shows like The Hamish and Andy show. In this show, Susan speaks about a huge range of topics that, at their very base, deal with the different choices that people make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Thought Coach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fairly similar to the Meditation Podcasts discussed earlier, however, the main focus of this podcast is on affirmations. Affirmations have been shown to have significant effect on the state of the mind and therefore also the life of the participant. Subjects are incredibly varied and are sure to provide interesting meditation experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosopher's Zone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philosopher's Zone is a podcast devoted to providing a modern voice for the philosophers of today and in the past. The show is a forum for philosopher's to speak about their recent works and discoveries in their field but also for experts who have studied the famous philosophers in the past to speak about their knowlege of life as we know it and what happens after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy Bites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy Bites is similar to the Philosopher's Zone, but as is implied by the title, is much shorter. These podcasts are usually around fifteen years old and take a more interview-answer format. This then means that it is a little bit more interactive for the listener and seems a bit less like a philosophy lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relaxation Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I have trouble meditating without anything to focus on and without any background noise. When I don't feel like having a guided meditation, I'll fire up this baby and meditate away. These short songs are also absolutely perfect if I want to fall asleep NOW. It is a rare occasion that I haven't fallen asleep before the end of the song when listening to these in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slate's Culture Gabfest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hilarious and totally informative podcast about culture from highbrow to pop. The three hosts take a fresh standpoint on what's happening in culture today and what it's effects might be in the future. The podcast deals with everything from books to movies to magazines and movements. The three hosts are journalists for a brilliant magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slate's Political Gabfest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This podcast is also produced by Slate Magazine and also features three hosts. These three make a very good analysis of political events without sounding haughty or being hard to understand. They're also quite humourous and are very good at discussing all sides of issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Mouths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest offering from the MuggleCast/Imprint crew. This is a very varied, and slightly more mature, podcast than their previous ones. It is almost similar to the Culture Gabfest, with similiar sorts of topics discussed. However, as previously mentioned, this humourous group are quite young and, as such, take a youthful view of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen Fry's PODGRAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Fry, what to say about Stephen Fry other than that he is amazing. These podgrams are rarer than a dodo but are so funny and beautifully produced when they do appear. He talks about a range of topics, whatever is on his mind really, but delivers it with typical Stephen poise and, of course, in his smexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking Allowed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a British radio show and sort of takes a more sociological and anthropological approach to topics that might be discussed in philosophy or culture. It also utilises a range of historical topics but these are always equally as interesting. A range of experts are interviewed on this show about their topics of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaguely Live Radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a podcast from prominent youtubers Alex Day and Jimmy (...I so don't know his last name, oopsie). It's very funny featuring random and hilarious anecdotes from the duo who exchange witty(??) banter and have a great rapport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOGAmazing Video Podcast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video podcast has half an hour yoga classes which are so perfect for someone who wants to do yoga but can't (or won't :P) go to an actual class. The difficulty of the classes varies but they are usually require about a moderate fitness level and can usually be modified for people of a lesser fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Look Nice Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally random but completely hilarious podcast. I have no idea of the origins of it, as I started listening quite late, but it seems to be from three guys of middle age who are totally able to go off into their imaginations with hilarious results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. That's every single podcast that I listen to, bar none. I so have to end this post now (I've been typing like a speed demon) because there is only about five minutes before the end of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6 (merrr)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 2 (the number is so low because I spent most of today asleep, I came home from work and immediately collapsed on the bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH TWO MINUTES!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7621674144071548399?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7621674144071548399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/sean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7621674144071548399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7621674144071548399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/sean.html' title='Sean'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4350071347080463947</id><published>2009-04-17T23:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:21:58.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.D.H.A.M.</title><content type='html'>A.K.A Blog Every Day for Half of April and May...haha, bed ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming today was very interesting to say the least. I spent a lot of time miming along to various opera tracks and doing many a-slow head turn. It was exhausting! Hahaha. We ordered pizza (I was starving!!) and when the pizza man arrived it was absolute mayhem. For some reason I had decided it was a good idea to pay the man entirely in change. We showed up at the door in our various crazy outfits (there was my friend whose assignment it was and the other friend whose house we stole). My friend's dog was barking like mad so she was trying to control it and then my other friend dropped all of the change on the ground. I was running around in a panic, not knowing who I should help first. He left without even counting the change. That's trust these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just then had a competition via MSN games with my friend. The winner gets to punish the loser. He won the first game of Checkers. In a bid to restore my dignity I promptly offered to beat him in a game of Minesweeper Flags. He also won this. I then said, "Okay, there's only one way I can bring this back. Uno!" ...Needless to say, I am not smiling the smile of a victor. I now owe him three 'punishments' of his choosing. I'm a tad bit scared :P I even lost games of Poker and Checkers (which thankfully did not even involve another round of bets). Tonight is just not my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might leave it there, as it's already close to half-past eleven and I have work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's from Goal: 6&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays this Year: 31&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4350071347080463947?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4350071347080463947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4350071347080463947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4350071347080463947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedham.html' title='B.E.D.H.A.M.'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3453275668494975830</id><published>2009-04-16T22:47:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:21:45.672+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry of Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>...I Have Given You a Name...</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, we didn't actually end up filming my friend's thing today. Our location was unavailable (read: our friend who's house we're going to take over was out). But no matter, the show must go on and all that, we're filming tomorrow. I actually spent a large portion of today watching first season Hannah Montana on youtube. I don't really know why...the fancy struck me, I guess. I do have one thing to say though. How annoying is Lily?! She yells all the time and makes such annoying facial expressions. Also, what's up with Miley's accent in it? So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since I posted three times yesterday (stupid) I don't really have much to say today. I was considering just saying  bit more about myself but I kind of did that with the quiz yesterday. Also, I spent huge amounts of time on this in my first post here. Le sigh. I apologise about the lack of interest in this post. Things will get more interesting when I get back to school...or, you know, start having interactions with people IRL again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do yoga today, I'm such a bad person. I'm supposed to do it every day except for Wednesdays and Friday. What I usually do is like a half-hour session focusing on abs, then half an hour of jogging on the treadmill and another half-hour session for butt and thighs. My abs are still hurting from the one I did on Tuesday! Every time I laugh it feels like a punch in the guts. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't mentioned this but we're also finishing up filming in a different friend's Film and Television project on Sunday. I'm only in the background in that one but its so fun...it's set in the forties and we play chorus girls. We've been having all kinds of crazy costumes and stage make-up. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might blog a tiny bit about Easter. My family (my mother and one of my sisters) is Catholic. So, we celebrate Easter. That said, we don't go to Church or anything like that on it. My Mum still does Easter egg hunts for us even though we're turning seventeen, nineteen and twenty-one. This time she did it with money instead of chocolate though. It was epic. I always get confused when people ask who got the most money (or, in past years, the most eggs) because in my family we always divide it up evenly at the end. I'd never really considered *not* doing that. I dunno, is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might leave it with a quick conversation between my sister and I (sorry, sorry, a thousand apologies for it's terribleness). I need my beauty sleep to be stunning Bathsheba tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Yeah, well I have a missile launched and it's co-ordinates are your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: No sweat. My bigger, better nukes will blast your puny missile to hell XD.&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Pah, I guess that makes you North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Nah, I prefer the name: AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Megan: I mean, forced to choose I'd pick... oh look, a big-ass whale!&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Dude, that's just your reflection!&lt;br /&gt;Megan: :-O :-O :-O :-O :-O&lt;br /&gt;Megan: What a good call!&lt;br /&gt;Megan: I'll high-five to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I realise I've used a Ministry of Magic lyric for the title. I'm listening to it and I can't think of anything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kg's to Goal: 6&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero Plays This Year: 30&lt;br /&gt;Mental Slaps Today: 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3453275668494975830?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3453275668494975830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-given-you-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3453275668494975830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3453275668494975830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-given-you-name.html' title='...I Have Given You a Name...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6692926688286607890</id><published>2009-04-15T22:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:41:51.951+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to know you'/><title type='text'>Quiz, yo yo.</title><content type='html'>FIRST NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Um...I don't think so. My middle name is Edith though, after Edie Sedgwick.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Well...today I got detergent in my eye when I was washing dishes at work and it watered??&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;No meat plz.&lt;br /&gt;KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell no! I honestly hope I never have children.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;I need one!!&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yuss.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, no. I'm wayy too lazy. I have to with my cons though, otherwise they don't come off.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...um...we have Baileys flavoured ice-cream. That's super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;Pink :)&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Um...my father lives aaages away, at the other end of the state, so him.&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Pasta, yummy yummy pasta. No, wait. An easter egg.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - The Academy Is... and while I was writing that it changed to I'll Never Fall in Love Again by Elvis Costello.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Lime green :)&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Rain...or citrus...or grass...or pizza!!&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My friend Luisa saying that we have to film her thing on Friday instead of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;No, I have glasses though.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese pizza!&lt;br /&gt;SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ending for sure.&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE?&lt;br /&gt;Mall Cop...it was just as bad as I thought it would be. My friends and I went to see it but there was one more boy than girl so Mall Cop won *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter, for defs. I love winter fashion [or fall fashion, really] and I love being cold.&lt;br /&gt;HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who from :P Hugs for a majority of people.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...cheesecake? Ice-cream?? Turkish delight???&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;'Animal Farm' - George Orwell, 'The Invisible Man' - H.G. Wells, 'Anna Karenina' - Leo Tolstoy, 'Crime and Punishment' - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 'Portrait of a Lady' - Henry James and 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' - Arthur Conan Doyle. I like to be reading a lot at once haha.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Last night...I watched a little bit of both 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' and 'Dead Poet's Society'&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;Rain, laughter, chattering, music, tambourine&lt;br /&gt;ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...oh, dear. What a horrible choice! I have just a few more Beatles songs than Rolling Stones songs, so I guess I'll have to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Alaska...that's pretty far from Australia :P&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Giving massages haha.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SINGER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Fave singer? Um...I'm not totally a fan of single singers as a general rule, I think the rest of the music is just as important. My favourite band right now is probably Does it Offend You, Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Trust Me - 3OH!3, I know, I'm a typical teenager.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTY OR LEFTY?&lt;br /&gt;Righty, reppin.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Toads, monotony, mediocrity, being alone, being in small spaces.&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Have a book published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6692926688286607890?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6692926688286607890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz-yo-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6692926688286607890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6692926688286607890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz-yo-yo.html' title='Quiz, yo yo.'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2645504027806886600</id><published>2009-04-15T21:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:17:39.460+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ysl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harem pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floral shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><title type='text'>Nice or Nauseating??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I'd do a quick post on some of the 'up-coming' trends in the fashion world this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/trends/"&gt;nymag.com&lt;/a&gt;, floral shirts for men are making it big this season. Like this one from Paul Smith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324875171662014898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXBwZg2KbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K9cmstAG8bg/s200/menfloralshirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um...what?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pic from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/trends/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nymag.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like someone has eaten my grandmother's couch and thrown it up on a previously acceptable shirt. I get that it's spring and everything but seriously?! Uh, not okay. Wait, I've just noticed that the buttons on this are actually tiny little flowers. I take back what I said about it being an otherwise acceptable shirt. Its horrendous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another trend being shown is harem pants. This picture shows a pair from Topshop (far right) and a harem-pant-jumpsuit by YSL (far left). In the center there is something known as harem-pant-shorts by Mango.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324877196617042578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXDmRDvypI/AAAAAAAAABI/HFL6jH628wo/s320/harem+pants_topshop_mango_ysl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am deeply disturbed and concerned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pic from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/trends/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nymag.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth are people thinking? I think the current recession is making people go mad! These are hideous! The pattern alone on the Topshop pair is enough to condemn them without considering that they're basically a version (as much as I love him) of the stylings of MC Hammer. There's just no excuse. The jumpsuit seriously looks like it's made for Baby with built-in nappy. And speaking of nappies...the shorts! Oh, the shorts! Unless there is a new cartoon about superhero babies, these are just...where do they even come from?! Who made that? Stamp of disapproval clearly marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, swimwear. My God, the bane of the female existance unless you're 6'3 with an obvious rib-cage and legs for miles. Apparently what's in this season is pin-up style swimwear like this bikini from Elizabeth O'Brien and this one-piece by Urban Outfitters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXO6wKZDcI/AAAAAAAAABg/ykQUUijIgdY/s1600-h/urbanoutfitters_pinupswimwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324889643191700930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXO6wKZDcI/AAAAAAAAABg/ykQUUijIgdY/s320/urbanoutfitters_pinupswimwear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXO0awlHwI/AAAAAAAAABY/qw4JRYZcYRc/s1600-h/elizabethobrien_pinupswimwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324889534367080194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXO0awlHwI/AAAAAAAAABY/qw4JRYZcYRc/s320/elizabethobrien_pinupswimwear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesyesyesyesyes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pics from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/trends/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nymag.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, they've got something right! These swimsuits are uber-cute and totally wearable. I like pin-up girl style anyway and to see it moved into swimsuits is such a cool idea. I like the blocks of colour and the cute patterns. They're also very flattering. Well done, kudos to that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are my ramblings for now. Talk to you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2645504027806886600?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2645504027806886600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-or-nauseating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2645504027806886600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2645504027806886600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-or-nauseating.html' title='Nice or Nauseating??'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SeXBwZg2KbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K9cmstAG8bg/s72-c/menfloralshirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-2196575073615519980</id><published>2009-04-15T14:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:05:04.365+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapping'/><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>I completely fail at life. I missed the beginning week of BEDA and, for some reason, decided that Maureen Johnson would have a personal vendetta against me beginning it a week late. I then decided to wait another week before discovering that people were, in fact, allowed to join this late. *facekeyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has already been hinted, I am going to begin BEDA now. I might (no, I *will*) blog every day until the fifteenth of May, to make up for my notsome-ness. I have exciting things coming up in May (my birthday, my formal [prom]) so it could make for interesting reading. I've also signed up for a BEDA buddy, 'cause I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to have to be a fairly short blog post because I have to go and get ready for work in about eight minutes. I spent the majority of today googling 'how to compose a rap'. I am a bit astonished by how this came to be, to be honest. In my Study of Religion class, we have an assignment to 'contemporise a Bible story', right? Well...me, being the beacon of inherent wit that I am, decided to tell my teacher that I was going to do a rap as a joke. I did not expect to hear, "Oh, what a wonderful idea! That's so clever! I'm really looking forward to this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Oh...sh-ivers." When I tried to tell her that it was a joke she said, "nonsense, it's a brilliant idea" and with a hidden menace in her voice added, "and you'll do it!" In my head I was saying, "Ooookay, back away slowly, lady." But anyway, now I have been roped into doing a rap when I am the least gangsta person you're likely to meet. Hence my rather nerdy approach of reasearching just how one makes a good rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the passage 'Advice to a Young Man' if anyone's interested. It basically goes, "Enjoy your life while you're young. Do what you want but remember that Big Brother (I mean, God), is watching, always watching. But be happy while you're young because one day you will be old and your life will suck and you'll have weak and withered bones and you'll be useless and miserable etc. etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is doing the story "David's Adultery with Bathsheba". She's going to do a soap *opera*. As in, not only will it be a complete take-off of Bold and the Beautiful but there will be singing...opera singing. It will basically be like business mogul sleeps with secretary (shocker) but she's already married so he arranges to have her husband killed. He marries her because she is pregnant, however, as punishment for his wrongdoing, the baby dies. Guess who your lovely Bathsheba is? Moi. Luckily, my friend is going to sing both David and Bathsheba's parts and I just have to mouth it. We're filming that tomorrow, so I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two minutes past when I said I had to go, so I'll leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-2196575073615519980?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/2196575073615519980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2196575073615519980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/2196575073615519980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-6981584957720951080</id><published>2009-04-12T18:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:41:19.061+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><title type='text'>Dress Shopping...Oh How I Hate Thee</title><content type='html'>I went shopping for my formal dress a while ago. I have to tell you, I'm completely scarred by the experience. Let me just say quickly that I HATE shopping. Well, that't not entirely true, I guess. I hate trying on clothes and going to buy them...but I adore having new clothes. So it's sort of a horrible dichotomy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reluctantly went dress shopping for my formal with my mother (who, I might mention, I have discovered in the light of these events to be a complete sadist). So we went to this one shop and it was absolutely COVERED with dresses, hideous, horrible dresses. We were attended to by a fat and horrible lady who nearly had a heart attack when I told her, "No, I don't want any other dresses that are a size sixteen, they don't fit. I am a size eight or ten." Naturally, the only midly attractive dresses had already been purchased by people from my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Side Note: We also saw a girl there who was around my age trying on wedding dresses. She was crying, her friends and her mum were crying, I swear there was a complete random who was in a puddle of tears over the fact that this girl was so 'lucky' to have found the love of her life while still a teenager and that she was fulfilling her 'dream' of having a baby at seventeen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving the shop my mother committed a HUGE social faux pas. She (I did too, admittedly) thought that an acquaintance of mine was trying on a dress [huge, poofy, mildly nauseating to look at] as a joke. So she sort of had a bit of banter and light teasing about the dress and then we walked away. However, the girl then marched up to the counter and purchased the dress. We were a bit shocked and embarrassed to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to another store. This one was smaller, a bit shabbier, A WHOLE LOT MORE TERRIFYING. There was only us in the shop and another group who was a bride and, I presume, her bridesmaids. The bride was a little bit more on the chunky side and it was horrible to see her getting progressively more and more upset as she tried on dresses that were too tight or that didn't look very good. Eventually she left looking close to tears. I just wanted to hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, meanwhile, I was dealing with some demons of my own. Namely: my mother and this...I don't even know how to describe her shop assistant. The assistant was tall, ridiculously thina and tan with more make-up than Madonna. Srsly. Admittedly, my request for 'no satin, no glitter, no beading and no patterns' was not entirely fulfillable - the shop was so not me. Nevertheless, she tried her best I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could dissuade her from bringing over the MOST ugly dresses in the shop. And of course, my lovely, darling mother, when asked to approve the dresses responded with a "oh yes, I think she'll like that very much." She was absolutely *loving* watching me try on horrible dress after horrible dress. I hadn't the heart to tell the shop assistant that she had bad taste. Several times I called my mother in to 'help me with a dress' only to whisper to her that she "had better get me out of here right now. Right now!" Her only response was an evil cackle and a, "God, no. I'm having the time of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in front of the mirror in possibly the worst dress yet (orange and magenta paisley, more sparkly than a South African diamond mine) when Shop Assistant decided that it needed, of all things, an obnoxiously large, purple diamonte brooch. She also had no qualms about sticking her hand down my top to put it on. Then, as if my humiliation were not sufficient viewing for her alone, she called over all of the other assistants to 'see the new dress.' "God how it fits her so well!" "You've got a lovely little figure don't you!" They then proceeded to touch me in inappropriate places..."Forgive me, oh, I'm so sorry. I just have to see the way the dress outlines your calves." My interjection: "Um...WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had enough. I went into the dressing room and called in my mother. I was serious, I meant business. "Get me out of here." I said, looking her firmly in the eye. She burst into laughter, giving me no reponse. "I mean it. I want out. Now. I'm not going to the formal if it means spending another second in this infernal shop with these blasted people!" This only caused her to laugh harder. "I hate you! I honestly honestly hate you right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unzipped the dress and left the room, unable to contain her laughter. Once outside the shop assistant cornered her again. "Oh, it's so nice to see a mother and a daughter spending time here on a Saturday. Usually it's just the girl and her friends. It's so wonderful to see you have such a wonderful bond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, the evil vixen that she is replied, "Yes. We love each other so much, don't we Meg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I dressed in a silent rage. Once outside, and I'm not even joking, the shop assistant looked genuinely disappointed that I wasn't wearing her next pick. "Oh, I'm afraid that we're probably going to go look at some other shops, you know, look at the options" I said, smiling sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Alright." She said, looking around for her label book. "Do you think you liked anything enough for me to put it on hold...or even to purchase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." I said, looking her in the eye for probably the first time. "I think we'll check some more out." I swear she practically flew to give me a hug and thank me for being such a 'delightful customer and model'. I was like "...". I think I've never felt so happy or relieved as when I got out of that shop. I could breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to the formal. But luckily mother has decided to allow me to buy the dress online, made to measure, of course. But I still think I'll be permanently traumatised. This story actually happened quite a while ago (I'm slack, I'm sorry), so my dress will probably be arriving in about a week or so. I'm so excited. I'll make sure to post pictures when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-6981584957720951080?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/6981584957720951080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/dress-shoppingoh-how-i-hate-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6981584957720951080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/6981584957720951080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/dress-shoppingoh-how-i-hate-thee.html' title='Dress Shopping...Oh How I Hate Thee'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-7520448411691910368</id><published>2009-04-10T14:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:14:24.344+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Maybe every soul is partially energy, and that energy is the same as all of the other energy but it contains the one difference which is your essence. And maybe your essence is what makes you you. So your soul is exactly the same as your neighbour's soul, your sister's soul, but without their essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person is only made up of a body and a soul. The soul is free from influence, aside from knowlege or change, it is just energy and essence. Then all souls are intrinsically neither good nor bad, they just are. Like babies, babies have not experienced much, so they are the purest form of soul in a physical being. They are neither good nor evil yet, they exist, until they or their circumstance decides what they are to be and how they will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you die your energy and essence (which added together make your soul) shifts and does one of two things. It could go into another body, another vessel, and thus the person is changed because one element of the body/soul combination has been changed, but the essence and energy is the same. Maybe that's where past lives come from, residual information from the previous life the soul has occupied is transferred to the new person perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't do that, maybe your soul combines with all the other energies and essences that are not on Earth into a big ball of energy and essence, an enersphere or something. So then if your soul does that, it changes, it's energy is combined into the mass of other energy and it's essence is combined as well. Hence, if a soul is created from the enersphere, it would not be the same as any of the souls which were originally put into it, because everything is one and a new mixture would have been made. Like making dough, if you make one big ball of dough and you have several little balls. If you put the little balls into the big ball of dough they are subsumed by it and cease to exist as individual things. If you break off another small bit of dough, it will not be the same as any of the other small bits, it will be made up of different eggs, different flour etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since matter cannot be created or destroyed, maybe there is a finite amount of energy that can be made into souls but there is no limit to the amount of souls that can be made from that energy. Maybe we can harness our soul's energy to do productive and beautiful things. Maybe it is our soul's energy which determines if we are happy and at peace depending on how aware we are of our energy, how we treat it, how we utilise it to our own benefit.Maybe you had a past life or maybe you've come straight from the enersphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is based on a discussion my friend Steph and I had a while ago. Some of the ideas are hers and some are mine but I really like the conclusions we came to :])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-7520448411691910368?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/7520448411691910368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7520448411691910368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/7520448411691910368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5329040050604532894</id><published>2009-04-10T14:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:11:40.763+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><title type='text'>Teenage Fantasy...No, It's Not Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>Now I know it is a horrible cliche for teenage girls to plan out their special day down to the letter, but hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my wedding to be carnival/circus themed. As in, I want to have the ceremony in the Big Top of some circus and the reception being everyone running around and going on rides etc. I want people to eat fairy floss (candy floss/cotton candy), popcorn and dagwood dogs. I want circus performers to be walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear a white knee-length dress, with a white corset-ish top and a flared skirt with bright royal blue petticoats and a blue sash. I want to have beehive style hair (like an actual beehive, not an Amy Winehouse type look) with a little blue bow ribbon in it. I want to wear white pointe shoes. I want to have a metallic multicoloured christmas bauble bouquet. I want my whole wedding to be multicoloured. I want my bridesmaids all wearing different-coloured bright dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want polaroid pictures on picture holders to be the wedding cake toppers. As a matter of fact, I don't want an actual cake, I want a tower of multicoloured cupcakes. I want my first dance with my husband to be the macarena. I want to dance the nutbush with my dad, the chicken dance with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical teenage girl? Methinks not haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5329040050604532894?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5329040050604532894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/teenage-fantasyno-its-not-edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5329040050604532894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5329040050604532894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/teenage-fantasyno-its-not-edward-cullen.html' title='Teenage Fantasy...No, It&apos;s Not Edward Cullen'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3732620867928869124</id><published>2009-04-10T14:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:04:58.890+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Clash'/><title type='text'>The Classic Rock Alphabet</title><content type='html'>A - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;B - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;C - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;D - The Doors&lt;br /&gt;E - The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;F - Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;G - Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;H - Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;I - Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;J - Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;K - KISS&lt;br /&gt;L - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;M - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;N - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;O - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;P - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queen&lt;br /&gt;R - The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;S - Sex Pistols&lt;br /&gt;T - Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;U - U2&lt;br /&gt;V - Velvet Revolver&lt;br /&gt;W - The Who&lt;br /&gt;X - The Xtraverts&lt;br /&gt;Y - Y&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Z - Led Zepplin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3732620867928869124?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3732620867928869124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/classic-rock-alphabet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3732620867928869124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3732620867928869124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/classic-rock-alphabet.html' title='The Classic Rock Alphabet'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-3488959445598217631</id><published>2009-04-10T14:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:02:41.679+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Gatsby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F. Scott Fitzgerald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzerald</title><content type='html'>Wow! This is definitely one of the best books I have ever read. It so accurately captures human emotion and the world in which it is displayed. It's really quite breathtaking. The visions the book invokes are just so beautiful and at the same time melancholy. The bright, shining world of Mr. Jay Gatsby is so filled with shadows and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this book and I realised why it is a classic. Some classics I read, afterwards I sit and go, "well, it was good, but was it that great?" Not so with The Great Gatsby. Admittedly, some people probably don't like it (as it is with all things great) but I have never met one. One of the things I love about this book is that it doesn't follow the time-honoured, accepted storylines. It truly is a original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potentially my favourite book, the Great Gatsby really is worth a read. Do it, seriously, thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-3488959445598217631?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/3488959445598217631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-gatsby-by-f-scott-fitzerald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3488959445598217631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/3488959445598217631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-gatsby-by-f-scott-fitzerald.html' title='&apos;The Great Gatsby&apos; by F. Scott Fitzerald'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-5139305002357661883</id><published>2009-04-10T13:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:00:14.609+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crucible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review of 'The Crucible' by Arthur Miller</title><content type='html'>We studied the play 'The Crucible' in English last year. I don't know if othe people feel like me, but I seem to feel differently about the characters (and indeed the play) than a majority of my friends do. For example, I absolutely loathe and despise John Proctor. Has there ever been a more selfish coward to ever walk the stages of the world? He is so infuriating and such a hypocrite. He is so quick to point out the flaws in other people that John is blinded to his own. So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Elizabeth Proctor, she is currently in contest with her husband John and Rebecca Nurse for most annoying. While John is imperfect and cannot see it in himself, Elizabeth and Nurse are both perfect and know that they are. They are so saintly, it's not natural and it is almost unrealistic. But not, which makes it all the more annoying. If they were just the stereotypical 'good' characters I could write them off as Arthur Miller's cracks in his play.&lt;br /&gt;Now to Abigail Williams. She is is the antagonist of the play, she sets off all of these awful events and does not seem to mind. She is characterised as the classic villain. However, she is also my favourite character. I believe that she knows that she is doing wrong in the eyes of society but feels intrinsically that it is right. Which makes her a fascinating subject of analysis (which I intend to do, we are required to write an essay and I'm fairly sure that I am going to do her). Abigail is a young woman in love with John Proctor, and Miller does not underestimate the power of that. I believe love is a disease and it is shown in this play to be so. It takes hold of Abigail and makes her do anything within her power to be with John, including an elaborate plan which would eventually result in the death of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it is an excellent play and I would recommend it to anyone. And if you are a cool kid and have already read it (or seen it which would, one would imagine, be spectacular), then kudos to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-5139305002357661883?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/5139305002357661883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-of-crucible-by-arthur-miller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5139305002357661883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/5139305002357661883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-of-crucible-by-arthur-miller.html' title='Review of &apos;The Crucible&apos; by Arthur Miller'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783018375504706384.post-4643506534020691423</id><published>2009-04-10T13:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:57:52.114+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Greetings and Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Megan and this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fascination and love for blogging has recently been re-awakened when looking at Mauren Johnson's blog. To fully demonstrate this fresh start to myself, I am beginning a new blog, turning over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a tiny bit more cliche (excruciating, isn't it? :P), I'm going to tell you a little bit more about myself. I'm a teenager, a senior in high school to be more exact, and am currently attending an all-girls Catholic high school. Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like long walks on the beach...just kidding, I hate the beach. I love writing, singing, dancing, acting, cold and rainy weather, reading, soup, clothes(!) and anything out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate meat, heat, routines, dripping taps, country music and staying in one place for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that that's over, I'll probably be copying some of my favourite posts from my old blog over here, just to get me started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783018375504706384-4643506534020691423?l=shimmerandshake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/feeds/4643506534020691423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-greetings-and-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4643506534020691423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783018375504706384/posts/default/4643506534020691423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmerandshake.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-greetings-and-goodbyes.html' title='Of Greetings and Goodbyes'/><author><name>Miss May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306242984605551940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a52-IdIkwb8/SrjJL25NIQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WHJu7G5lnns/S220/9223_1156450224057_1011765487_30403111_2834899_n2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
