<?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-17822136</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:26:39.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddle person</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07796043949507800916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822136.post-113199778940686638</id><published>2005-11-14T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:49:49.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half term</title><content type='html'>School has been horrifically boring in the past few weeks, and other blog people will write about the delightful banquet, so I shall tell of the vast numbers of things which happened during half term.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the lovely Emmie and her equally lovely hamster. We watched Star Wars, which was very exciting. (Is Darth Vader Luke's father? If he is then I think I'm very clever for working it out.)I also watched Snow White and I was truly disgusted. The prince KISSED a CORPSE!!!! Another of the many films I seem to have seen recently was Monty Python and the Holy Grail which is the funniest film ever ever! Helen and Kirsten have ruined Peter Pan for me. They say that Tinkerbell's not at all innocent like I always thought she was. The childish meaning behind things are always so much nicer than the adult ones! Anyway, back to halfterm, I went hunting which was terribly exciting, but left me extra extra stiff. I went to the zoo with Kirsten where I decided to adopt some squirrel monkeys, a pygmy hippopotamus, a llama and something furry that did not have a label but looked out at us from the darkness with huge eyes. At some point I saw very beautiful fireworks from steve's house whcih was lovely.  On my birthday we went to Portsmouth to see the Trafalgar celebrations which were very historical. (I still don't feel 18).Then I stayed with friends in a place called Slapton (hee hee) called Tom, Barty and Mundy.They have three delightful dogs- 2 terriers and 1 spaniel. I married Barty. Oooh and I'm getting a laptop, possibly with broadband (which Helen got excited about), and my grandmother, the most uncomputery person in the world,  gave me a wierd memory thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822136-113199778940686638?l=puddleperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113199778940686638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822136&amp;postID=113199778940686638' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/113199778940686638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/113199778940686638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/half-term.html' title='Half term'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07796043949507800916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822136.post-112990132920896880</id><published>2005-10-21T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:28:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Having discussed this with Emmie, I've decided that being 18 isn't actually old at all, because I'll still be a teenager, and that counts as a child really.  And just because I can drive doesn't mean I've grown up at all.  Oh, and what was that first comment on the last thing I wrote?  Should I leave it there?  Is it important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822136-112990132920896880?l=puddleperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112990132920896880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822136&amp;postID=112990132920896880' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112990132920896880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112990132920896880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/thought.html' title='A thought'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07796043949507800916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822136.post-112983831868956837</id><published>2005-10-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:58:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving test and half term</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST!!!!!!!!  Isn't that the most exciting you've heard in WEEKS??  My driving teacher spent the last week (completely full of lessons by the way) telling me that I was going to fail because I completely missed out all the most obvious bits of driving and that I was behaving like a beginner.  But I passed!  I can drive!  Wow...  Actually that's quite scary, it means I'm getting OLD.  Only adults can drive, I'm sure, and I'm definitely not an adult yet.  Oh my goodness, that's a more scary piece of news, I'm going to be 18 in THREE days.  I seem to be doing rather a lot of words in capital letters today.  But there's so much exciting news!  This week I haven't done too much apart from all the terrifying driving things and a bit of work.  Tomorrow I'm going to Kirsten's house for a DVD and pancakes I think and then I'm going down to Somerset so I won't be able to blog for a while.  Not that I ever seem to have much to say anyway.  Anyway, now I'm going to raid the kitchen and find something yummy to eat.  Tiddly pom!  (for those of you uneducated people who don't know, that is a phrase from Winnie-the-Pooh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822136-112983831868956837?l=puddleperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112983831868956837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822136&amp;postID=112983831868956837' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112983831868956837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112983831868956837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/driving-test-and-half-term.html' title='Driving test and half term'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07796043949507800916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822136.post-112923704066506149</id><published>2005-10-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:57:20.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wow! I have a blog!  This is so exciting!  You all have to be very proud of my actually trying this, I'm about the least computery person you could imagine, but Kirsten and Helen at last persuaded me to create one.  You have to forgive me if I don't come here that often, I can't type very fast and our internet at home is really slow.  Also, why is it so hard to find a name and a title and things that actually work?  I had to try hundreds of things before it actually let me come on.  And what sort of thing do I talk about?  Helen said just about what happened to me today...I got into a fight with one of those puddle soaking up things on the school tennis courts, that was funny.  Even though I nearly got locked in by those meanies Kirsten and Helen.  Not much else happened really.  I had Latin with MRS. JONES which is one of the most boring things possible.  We are doing a Latin pantomime that even Classics people say is dull and no good, when we could be doing something really exciting like the Aenaid or Hannibal like last year.  And this thing has taken me absolute hours to do and I'm going to go to bed now.  Tiddly pom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822136-112923704066506149?l=puddleperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112923704066506149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822136&amp;postID=112923704066506149' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112923704066506149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822136/posts/default/112923704066506149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07796043949507800916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
