<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875</id><updated>2009-02-21T07:26:24.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Junk and disorderly</title><subtitle type='html'>The nonsensical ramblings of a pharmacy student.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-4300819324455855549</id><published>2008-06-25T03:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:20:35.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited revival (maybe)</title><content type='html'>Okay so this blog has been dead for a while, but I'm hoping to start posting again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major events for me in the past year  include:(in chronological order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moving in with my boyfriend in September&lt;br /&gt;*Joining a local Brownie unit as a leader&lt;br /&gt;*Being broken into November and losing my laptop and my work when deadlines were looming&lt;br /&gt;*Getting engaged to my boyfriend of 2 years in March&lt;br /&gt;*Winning the Varsity of at least the archery part&lt;br /&gt;*Finishing my 4th year in aprilgoing on holiday last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one year of my life condensed to 6 events it almost makes me glad I haven't been blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-4300819324455855549?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4300819324455855549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=4300819324455855549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/4300819324455855549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/4300819324455855549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-awaited-revival-maybe.html' title='The long awaited revival (maybe)'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-6115409134945098516</id><published>2007-08-20T02:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:11:43.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom, quizzes and procrastination.</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom I've been doing some daft quizzes, here are the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dosha is Kapha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/kapha.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm and grounded, you are not prone to mood swings or anger.&lt;br /&gt;However, once you do get angry, it takes a lot to cool you down.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think a little slower than most people, but your logic is astounding.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you very loyal and trustworthy. You're not scared of being who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You enjoy their company, but often listen more than talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You crave connection and affection. It's hard for you to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Exercise vigorously (especially in the sun) and let go of attachments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's Not a Violent Bone in Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-3.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cool and collected, even when someone really gets under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;And while you don't blow up when you're angry, you know how to express your anger calmly.&lt;br /&gt;You don't bottle emotions up or let them get out of control. For you, violence would never be an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm I'm not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Grape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/grape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and a true individual. You are very different and very okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;People know you as a straight shooter. You're very honest, even when the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You are also very grounded and practical. No one is going to sneak anything by you.&lt;br /&gt;People enjoy your fresh approach to life. And it's this honesty that makes you a very innovative person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.&lt;br /&gt;You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.&lt;br /&gt;You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemstone is Orange Saphire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/orange-saphire.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courageous, optimistic, and successful.&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence helps you handle the ups and downs of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I much prefer blue or black ones, and its spelled sapphire! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are More Yin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumoreyinoryangquiz/yin.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Devoted&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Moon&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Passive&lt;br /&gt;Metal&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumoreyinoryangquiz/"&gt;Are You More Yin or Yang?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think thats more than enough silliness. Here's hoping for a real post soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-6115409134945098516?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6115409134945098516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=6115409134945098516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/6115409134945098516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/6115409134945098516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/08/boredom-quizzes-and-procrastination.html' title='Boredom, quizzes and procrastination.'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-8890941005434056008</id><published>2007-07-27T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:29:33.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-reg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>At last</title><content type='html'>I finish my placement tomorrow and I can't wait! At 8pm I will once again be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; woman! This placement has given caused me a lot of grief, not least injuring my somewhat dodgy back more than ever. The end of my placement did get me a fantastic overnight stay in Coombe Abbey Hotel with several other pre-reg's, including a medieval banquet. The mead was lovely, I wish I knew where to get more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting some archery coaching recently with Warrington Sports Club archers, which has resulted in me needing longer arrows due to increasing my draw length. WSC is a nice club, the other archers are friendly and the area is really pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-8890941005434056008?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8890941005434056008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=8890941005434056008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/8890941005434056008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/8890941005434056008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-last.html' title='At last'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-2561112745782142122</id><published>2007-06-17T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:26:18.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-reg'/><title type='text'>Still hanging on</title><content type='html'>I've not fallen of the face of the planet, honest. My placement has kept me kinda busy, and to be honest with 6 weeks left I really can't wait for it to all be over. I still need something for my "critical incident" coursework write up but I can worry about that later. I still need to finish of my hospital application form and get that sent off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to having nothing pressing on my agenda except maybe some light packing for a month or so. I'm hoping I'll get the opppertunity to go to the beach and maybe a theme park even if I don't get to go away on holiday, mainly because it's where I always wish I was every time I have to work on a sunny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-2561112745782142122?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2561112745782142122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=2561112745782142122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/2561112745782142122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/2561112745782142122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-hanging-on.html' title='Still hanging on'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-3811347268022475592</id><published>2007-03-21T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:40:27.645Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-reg'/><title type='text'>What wonderful people we have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Today I'd like to describe an incident that happened in the pharmacy yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A man came in asking for some nicotine replacement gum, we had none of the brand and strength he requested on the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;“Sorry we don't seem to have any in stock" I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"She [one of the counter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;assistants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt; who is on holiday] usually saves me some in the drawer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;" I check the drawers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"No that 1" He points to the drawer where the till rolls and pods are kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"There shouldn't be any in there" I said as I checked anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"No, sorry I can't find  any."  The bloke wandered off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Five minutes later this woman comes in shouting about how nasty I was to her husband and calling me names and telling everyone what a "nasty piece of work" I am. Luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; a manager who had been there all the time stepped in and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  &gt;explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; that he'd been there when i served the husband of the woman and that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; said anything inappropriate. The woman then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;leapt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; into another barrage of abuse and told the manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She didn't need to say anything, she's a nasty piece of work that one!" "She was just...with the drawers" she said as she made a drawer opening gesture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Funnily enough I thought looking for things in drawers requires me to open them, if someone knows an alternative way please let me know!)&lt;/span&gt; "She's got a nasty attitude that one" she continued.&lt;br /&gt;The manager reiterated "I've been here all the time she's done nothing wrong."&lt;br /&gt;"You would side with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;! My husbands not a liar!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the end she wandered off still calling me names and saying that she'd put in a complaint about me.&lt;br /&gt;At this point I who had been completely gobsmacked and hadn't really said anything get I told her to feel free "My name is Stephanie" I  said pointing at my badge. Then I went back into the dispensary because I was actually shaking. I manage to keep my composure long enough to tell one of the pharmacists what had happened when the man was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; a big pile of bugger all) before I burst into tears (which I am NOT proud of) I was just so completely shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;Incidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; it was only last week that a patient had commented on how helpful I was and my tutor has already said that she's gonna sign me off on being polite, helpful and such things at our next meeting. Does that sound like a "nasty piece of work with an attitude problem" to you?&lt;/span&gt;&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/11899875-3811347268022475592?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3811347268022475592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=3811347268022475592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/3811347268022475592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/3811347268022475592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-wonderful-people-we-have.html' title='What wonderful people we have!'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-5061844617188816701</id><published>2007-02-11T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:46:19.296Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-reg'/><title type='text'>The joys of the counter</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've been on placement for 2 weeks now. This week has been mad busy and the work is hard. The pharmacy staff are really nice and helpful, which is good because I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to need a lot of help at the moment. Aside from the amount of clinical knowledge I still need to gain, one of the biggest problems is when customers start asking me where things are. Since it's not my local store I have never shopped there, so I have no idea where the bloody eggs are. Seriously there's so many other staff on the shop floor who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; know where to find it, why&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;queue&lt;/span&gt; to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found it hard to get to sleep recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I settle down to sleep I see the pharmacy counter with a massive queue and I just can't make my brain switch off. That makes getting up to be in work by 8am that bit more difficult, though surprisingly I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;earlies&lt;/span&gt; to the late shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-5061844617188816701?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5061844617188816701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=5061844617188816701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/5061844617188816701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/5061844617188816701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/02/joys-of-counter.html' title='The joys of the counter'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-3505838646339011244</id><published>2007-01-26T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:34:55.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Placement</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since my last update. Exams have come and gone and the results are out, I was pleased to see that I had done better than I expected. I'm now back living with my parents in St &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Helens&lt;/span&gt; as I start my first 6 month placement on Monday and I'm excited yet apprehensive. I'm going to have to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; steep learning curve as I have no previous experience in community pharmacy. I'm also a bit &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; of the mountains of paperwork we need to fill in to complete the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-reg placement. The good bit is that I'll be earning, and that I will get 11 days holiday entitlement according to my tutor. Anyway, on Wednesday I met my tutor and some of the staff I'll be working with and they all seemed friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about living at home is that I'll miss all my friends from Bradford. I'll also miss the archery club and the regular competitions. The person I'll miss most will be Mike, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be 242miles &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(according to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theAA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;com's&lt;/span&gt; route planner)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's going to be hard, I miss him already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-3505838646339011244?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3505838646339011244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=3505838646339011244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/3505838646339011244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/3505838646339011244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/01/placement.html' title='Placement'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-2190159086167962699</id><published>2006-12-12T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:19:48.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Revision, Procrastination and Intense Boredom</title><content type='html'>The "wind down" to the Christmas break is non-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; this year with 3 exams in the last week of term one of which is on the last day! The pressure is greater than ever this year as we need to pass 40 out of 50 credits first time around or our &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-reg training &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which commences late Jan/early Feb)&lt;/span&gt; will not count. The first exam was yesterday morning and it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated and I'm fairly confident that I have passed that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's exam promises to be a bitch as there is no multiple choice or short answer element to it, you have to answer 2 out of 3 essay questions. I suck at writing essays, I can't plan them for toffee, so they end up being disjointed and with an awful lot of forgotten information just added at the end. Also there are no hints or prompts as to what to write and I frequently find myself omitting information which i know but think is not important or particularly relevant and losing marks that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way by tomorrow I will be happier anyway as only one exam will remain, the one that I have probably revised most for. This exam involves copious amounts of maths, which has a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to scare me into revision as maths is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not my strong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever put as much &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; into revision as I have been doing this time around and its getting me down a bit that this week I'm having to work harder than ever whilst the rest of the student body is starting to relax and enjoy the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt; of the run up to Christmas. I feel &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decidedly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-Christmas-y I keep trying to get into the spirit but there's just too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be over soon and then I can take a few days to relax before I start revision for the January exams when we get back. The joys of pharmacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Think &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt;, success is more attitude rather than aptitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-2190159086167962699?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2190159086167962699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=2190159086167962699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/2190159086167962699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/2190159086167962699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/12/revision-procrastination-and-intense.html' title='Revision, Procrastination and Intense Boredom'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-116459541666775564</id><published>2006-11-27T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:22:09.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>First NEUAL match of the season</title><content type='html'>For those of you who aren't familiar with the acronym NEUAL stands for Northern England Universities Archery League. The University of Bradford Archery Club attended our first match of the 06/07  indoor season on Saturday 25th November. Technically it should have been our 2nd match, but the 1st fell through due to "reasons beyond our control". The turn out on our behalf was poor, with just 4 experienced archers, 1 novice, 1 guest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;who is no longer a student and therefore cannot contribute to the team score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and 1 supporter who very kindly volunteered to drive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  competition itself was agonising,  with 3  people shooting at each target in turn, and a general apathy towards scoring at any speed,  it seemed to last forever.  This was not helped in the slightest by the fact that I am not currently match fit. I've been having trouble with my back and so standing  for long periods only exacerbates my lumbar pain. I've also not been pushing myself enough in practice sessions due to my back pain, I was exhausted after having  slept very little for about a fortnight and the sports hall we were in was extremely cold. Three dozen arrows to go and the pain sets in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big time&lt;/span&gt;, by  the time we get to 1 dozen  arrows I should have retired through sheer pain and exhaustion. I continued out of stubbornness, no way was I going to to retire and let both the team and myself down this close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the competition had finished and the equipment had been packed away, we went to a local pub for the results to be anounced and to get a meal. Feeling very sorry for myself, I bought food but didn't eat much, I was hurting too much to eat. Unsurprisingly our team came in last, however I was very surprised to learn that I had shot a new personal best at a score of 481 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;meaning that I could finally claim a purple badge for achieving a score above 475&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; as I really didn't feel I was shooting to the best of my ability. I was even more shocked to hear that this score was enough to earn me second place in my category of Ladies Experience Recurve. I couldn't believe it, especially when I was so close to withdrawing near the end! So Ladies and Gentlemen, big me up for perseverance and just a little bit of skill. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-116459541666775564?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/116459541666775564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=116459541666775564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116459541666775564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116459541666775564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-neual-match-of-season.html' title='First NEUAL match of the season'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-116354750747217616</id><published>2006-11-14T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:26:47.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>Archery Equipment</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last posted. I feel the need to tell you all about my shiny new bow. I actually bought it nearly a month ago, but was going to wait until I had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; pictures before I posted about it but then never got round to the photography bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riser (handle) is one of the last of its kind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; last to be sold at Aardvark Archery) as the manufacturer has stopped producing them now, god knows why as it is a very popular model. Anyway, it feels really nice to shoot especially compared to my old wooden club bow, which there's a fair chance someone else is using now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/1600/Shiny%20new%20bow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/320/Shiny%20new%20bow2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/1600/Shiny%20new%20bow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/320/Shiny%20new%20bow4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course buying a bow also meant buying arrows too. I got mocked at this point for my choice in colour for my fletches (flights) as most people tend to have 3 fletches in 2 different colours, the odd one marking the fletch that  faces away from the bow when the arrow is on the string. I however, chose to have 3 different colours, mainly as it makes me less likely to meet people with the same arrows in a competition, something that has happened a few times whilst I was using club equipment. In the end I chose hot pink, purple and blue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/1600/Me%20and%20shiny%20new%20arrows3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/320/Me%20and%20shiny%20new%20arrows3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-116354750747217616?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/116354750747217616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=116354750747217616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116354750747217616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116354750747217616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/11/archery-equipment.html' title='Archery Equipment'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-116217525482546353</id><published>2006-10-30T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:27:34.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Ever Simple</title><content type='html'>I went for an eye test at Specsavers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; ago on saturday. Since I needed new glasses and they had a 2 for 1 offer on I decided to get some sunglasses too, I had to ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt; before any of the assistants would show me any sunglasses frames rather than telling me to just get tinted lenses in ordinary frames. I had to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 entire week&lt;/span&gt; before my glasses were ready to be picked up, a far cry from the 1 hr service I usually get in my branch at home. Shortly after geting home I realise that they have not put on the anti-glare coating that I paid an extra £30 for so take them back when I next get chance, the following Saturday. They are now re-making my glasses which will not be ready until this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; so I am currently using an old pair that actually hurt my eyes, which was the reason for visiting in the first place. To top that I was not even issued with my prescription on the day of my eye test, I had to ask for it on my 3rd visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any problems with the St Helens Branch which always seems fairly efficient, maybe I should just wait and go there in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that is irritating me is the current lack of lighting in my room. The fluorescent light began constantly flickering on and off on friday night. I reported it the next day, after my archery session of course (incidently my new bow is great but that's for another time). After giving the details of the nature and location of the fault, the coversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Reception guy "it's not an emergency so it might not get done today"&lt;br /&gt;Me "but it'll get done over the weekend, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Reception guy "hopefully, but it might not be fixed till monday"&lt;br /&gt;Me "okay thanks"&lt;br /&gt;*I wander off muttering obscenities under my breath about "might not be done till monday" more than likely meaning "WON'T be done till monday"*&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday night/early monday morning now and I'm still waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-116217525482546353?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/116217525482546353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=116217525482546353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116217525482546353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/116217525482546353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothings-ever-simple.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Ever Simple'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115936796468807526</id><published>2006-09-27T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:38:16.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my £20?</title><content type='html'>Today we had to officially re-register for the pharmacy course, which meant that we all had to traipse up to M floor of the Richmond building at 10am and wait in a packed corridor to be let in 2 by 2. The point of this little exercise was to check our details were up to date &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which incidentally they could have done without my presence by checking SAINT, the main university records)&lt;/span&gt; and to extract £20 from each student. I was less than satisfied with what I got in return for my hard earned cash which was infact this crappy booklet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/1600/Crappy%20Green%20Booklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7157/983/320/Crappy%20Green%20Booklet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The £20 is meant to pay for practical schedules and lecture notes and such, which we may or may not receive over time. I just feel that I have been cheated out of my money as I have nothing to show for it and, afterall, aren't our tuition fees supposed to pay for this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To correct my earlier whinges about my halls of residence, they are by no means as bad as I thought they would be, I quite like my room even if the walls are kinda thin. My only issue is that they have stopped providing toilet roll so you have to buy your own and look a bit &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; as you try to hide your handful of tissue as you head to the bathroom. However this would still affect me even if I had got into my first choice of halls, apparently only the private halls and the halls on Laisteridge Lane get the privilage of toilet roll these days but they have to pay at least £10 extra a week for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-115936796468807526?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/115936796468807526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=115936796468807526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115936796468807526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115936796468807526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/09/wheres-my-20.html' title='Where&apos;s my £20?'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115767045726576504</id><published>2006-09-07T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:37:39.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea: Scandinavian for Hell hole</title><content type='html'>I went to Ikea today to replace the things that got lost and broken in my previous years at Uni. It's a nightmare of a shop! Firstly there's the fact that  you have to walk bloody miles around their silly grey path that weaves about everywhere so you end up walking at least twice as far as you need to. Secondly if you, as I had done, have looked through the catalogue and decided what you want then good luck finding it. It's not even as if you can ask the staff were to find it because once you have finally managed to locate one &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though finding rocking horse poo would be an easier task)&lt;/span&gt; you can't even ask them where to find the item because the Scandinavian names are seemingly unpronounceable. If ever you do find the range of products you pre-selected you find that there is an entire range of almost identical products bearing the name you scribbled down with very little to tell you which is the reasonably priced product you desire and which product is the one that the costs 3 times more than the item is worth. If by some miracle it is clear which product is which, I found it was only because those "bargain bowls" are only suitable for use by a family of pixies they're so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have found, and identified your items you only have a further 3 miles to find a checkout &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and an exit for that matter I'd hate to be there in the event of a fire)&lt;/span&gt; where half the staff at the  are pretending that their tills are closing. Once find someone who is serving and join a queue you always happen to be behind a customer that spends 3 hours finding their purse in their handbag and deciding which credit card to pay with, followed by an agonising 2 hours while they try to remember their PIN with a grotesque self satisfied grin when they eventually remember it as though you're meant to give them a round of applause for the finale. You're just wondering whether to give up, put your stuff back and go home empty handed when it's finally your turn. The cashier scans your items, you pay with the correct money &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(some of us realise that checkouts require payment and have already totalled up how much we have spent and prelocated our payment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then you realise that they don't even give you a damn carrier bag so you just have to prey you dont drop your stuff on the way back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baffled as to why some people appear to be so fond of this shopping hell!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-115767045726576504?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/115767045726576504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=115767045726576504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115767045726576504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115767045726576504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/09/ikea-scandinavian-for-hell-hole.html' title='Ikea: Scandinavian for Hell hole'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115759272030367350</id><published>2006-09-07T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:32:54.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Grapes</title><content type='html'>Apparently I am to be living in Kirkstone Halls something I was never happy about, and there are apparently NO spaces to move me into different halls. Some would argue that this is my own fault as my application was handed in about a week after the deadline. I however believe it wasn't entirely my own fault, since I would have handed in my form months earlier had I not been waiting on other people to make the inevitable decision to move into halls. You see we hoped that if we handed in our forms together we would be houses in the same flat or block in halls of residence. It turns out that since our application was late Kirkstone was the only place available for us. This I accepted I didn't like the situation much, but at least we'd all be in it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now comes to light that both parties are now bailing on me, one is filling a place that another friend has given up in favour of private halls, the other is planning on moving into a friends house. I however am now trapped in my contract for a place that I utterly dispise on my own. I guess I am kinda jealous that they have people round them to help them out of the situation. Mostly I'm just disappointed and kinda upset that they've left me on my own, when I waited for them in the first place when they were stalling. I guess it'll teach me to think of others, apparently they don't reciprocate the favour! Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whinge over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I had fun at Martin Mere on Monday we saw and feed lots of ducks and geese and even played in the adventure playground. =P We then went back to Stefs house for food and watched "Chicken Run" followed by "Wallace and Gromit: A Close Shave".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-115759272030367350?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/115759272030367350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=115759272030367350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115759272030367350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115759272030367350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/09/sour-grapes.html' title='Sour Grapes'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115733983520601130</id><published>2006-09-04T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T04:17:15.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Sitting on your arse all summer really makes you appreciate having a job. Employment is a lot less boring and a lot nicer on the bank balance. I can't wait to get back to uni, I'll get Mike back  and I'll have something to do with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Martin Mere with the Daved Collective to see some birdies, should be fun I'll enjoy actually doing something for a change! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So short and sweet entry because nothing much has happened and because I want to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-115733983520601130?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/115733983520601130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=115733983520601130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115733983520601130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115733983520601130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115707341161509781</id><published>2006-09-01T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:16:51.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Accident Helpline</title><content type='html'>I got accosted by one of those guys accident solititor type people in town today. It's just irritating I must have "Talk to me I'm a MUG!" tattoed on my forhead. Anyway I don't agree with all this I'm hurt so i gotta get money for it philosophy. If i fall coz the floor is wet its MY fault for not looking where I'm going. If I burn my mouth On hot food or drink its my fault, I knew it was hot when I ordered it and I'd complain if it arrived cold. Its just an excuse for a greedy society to try to scam some more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway rant over the world aint so bad, the rest of my day went pretty smoothly, the woman in the bank was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;helpful and everything today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11899875-115707341161509781?l=stephcharlie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/115707341161509781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11899875&amp;postID=115707341161509781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115707341161509781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11899875/posts/default/115707341161509781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephcharlie.blogspot.com/2006/09/national-accident-helpline.html' title='The National Accident Helpline'/><author><name>Stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999287876653568520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11099652719880551988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899875.post-115681784434374884</id><published>2006-08-29T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:33:53.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some crappy quiz</title><content type='html'>01.) My Name:: Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;02.) Middle Name:: Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;03.) Nick Name:: Steph, Steffi, Steph-Charlie, Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;04.) DOB:: 19th October 1985&lt;br /&gt;05.) Location:: My bedroom&lt;br /&gt;06.) Eye Color:: A sort of slate blue grey&lt;br /&gt;07.) Hair Color:: Light brown with natural blond highlights in summer&lt;br /&gt;08.) Hair Length:: To the base of my shoulder blades&lt;br /&gt;09.) Height:: 5'8"&lt;br /&gt;10.) Shoe Size:: 8&lt;br /&gt;11.) Glasses or contacts:: Glasses, I keep meaning to try contacts though, they seem like so much less hastle&lt;br /&gt;12.) Braces:: Ain't never been near my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;13.) Single or Taken:: Taken :)&lt;br /&gt;14.) Bad Habits:: Going to bed late, puttting things off aslong as possible and general procrastination&lt;br /&gt;15.) Fears:: Failing my degree is my biggest fear at the moment&lt;br /&gt;16.) Screen Name:: I've had several over the years, poisonstouch, stephcharlie, invisible-ink, insana_femina to quote but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: School (from here on in I'm gonna assume "school" means "Uni"" ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Where Do You Go to School:: The University of Bradford&lt;br /&gt;18.) Whats Your School Mascot:: RUFUS the ram, well he's the archery team mascot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;19.) Whats Your School Colors:: Officially red, cream and black I belive. Though the archery team colours are just red and black (originally to match the then team presidents bow, though the colours were later adopted by the rowing team too.&lt;br /&gt;20.) Whats Your Favorite Subject:: Pharmacy?! I guess I like the chemistry and the health and the disease type modules.&lt;br /&gt;21.) Whos Your Favorite Teacher:: Any lecturer that doesn't give incredibly tedious lectures&lt;br /&gt;22.) What Do They Teach:: Pharmacy otherwise I wouldn't be in their lecture&lt;br /&gt;23.) Who Sits Next to You In Math Class:: I don't have maths class, I have calculations EXAMS so no-one as it's usually a single desk job&lt;br /&gt;24.) Do You Have a Boyfriend/ Girlfriend:: A lovely boyfriend named Mike :)&lt;br /&gt;25.) If So, Whats There Name: Just incase you're forgetful Mike&lt;br /&gt;26.) If So, How Long Have You Been Together:: 6 months (as of 24th August)&lt;br /&gt;27.) Do You Have a Crush:: I prefere to think of it as the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;28.) Do They Know:: It's kinda hard to be in a relationship without the other person knowing&lt;br /&gt;29.) Have You Ever Broken Someones Heart:: I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;30.) Have You Ever Had Your Heart Broken:: Yes a heart can be broken in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: Favorites ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Animal:: Cats&lt;br /&gt;32.) Color:: Blues and purples&lt;br /&gt;33.) Person:: There are many poeple in my life who I love in different ways, it's impossible to have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;34.) Subject:: Didn't I already answer this one in school? I've decided this question should be "Which is you dominant eye?" My right eye is more dominant, handy since it makes me a right handed archer&lt;br /&gt;35.) Season:: Damnit I like parts of all of them, so I'm gonna say autumn as that's where my birthday FALLs&lt;br /&gt;36.) Holiday:: One on a beach?!&lt;br /&gt;37.) Hobby:: Drawing I guess, I'm not that good, but still.&lt;br /&gt;38.) Sport:: ARCHERY!!!&lt;br /&gt;39.) Feeling:: Happiness, exhileration even&lt;br /&gt;40.) Saying:: Can we keep him?&lt;br /&gt;41.) Word:: Enchantment, nah I don't really have a favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;42.) Month:: October, for the same reason autumn is my "favorite" season.&lt;br /&gt;43.) Clothing:: Jeans? i seem to spend most of my time in jeans anyway.&lt;br /&gt;44.) Jewelry:: Anything made of Jade&lt;br /&gt;45.) Food:: Macaroni cheese&lt;br /&gt;46.) Snack:: Pringles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: Friends ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.) Best:: I tend not to have "best friends" instead a variety of close friends&lt;br /&gt;48.) Daringest:: Sarah, she's certainly the nuttiest&lt;br /&gt;49.) Funniest:: I cannot say, my friends all make me laugh at times.&lt;br /&gt;50.) Tallest:: Sarah's the tallest female I know, and I'm not so sure about the guys&lt;br /&gt;51.) Shortest:: Emily bless her&lt;br /&gt;52.) Loudest:: Sarah wins that hands down!&lt;br /&gt;53.) Shyest:: Emily or Fi, not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;54.) Smartest:: ME mwahahaa! I wish. I wouldn't like to guess, probably Amy or Stef&lt;br /&gt;55.) Blondest:: I can't help thinking I have the most blonde moments out of all the people I know!&lt;br /&gt;56.) Craziest:: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;57.) Nicest:: My &lt;em&gt;true &lt;/em&gt;friends are all nice&lt;br /&gt;58.) Sweetest:: Mike, but then again I guess he has an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;59.) Weirdest:: Sarah again&lt;br /&gt;60.) Flirtiest:: Not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: Have You Ever ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.) Had a Wish Come True:: Probably at some point, the law of averages says so.&lt;br /&gt;62.) Had a Dream Come True:: Not that I can remember&lt;br /&gt;63.) Broken a Body Part:: not unless you're counting fingernails &amp;amp; toenails.&lt;br /&gt;64.) Fallin in Love:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;65.) Done Something You Regret:: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;66.) Tripped and Fell in Public:: Yes, I'm just bless with a natural grace and elegance, I think not&lt;br /&gt;67.) Sang in Public:: Yes I've done karaoke with Sarah, in our defence we did it ironically&lt;br /&gt;68.) Cryed in Public:: Yes especially at the cinema I'm such a wuss&lt;br /&gt;69.) Kissed Someone Besides Family:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;70.) Been in a Car Crash:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: The Last ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.) Thing You Did Before Getting on the Computer:: Revision&lt;br /&gt;72.) Person You Yelled at:: Probably my mum&lt;br /&gt;73.) Person You Hugged:: My cat Zoe, the last human I hugged was Sarah&lt;br /&gt;74.) Person You IMed:: Mike&lt;br /&gt;75.) Time You Cleaned Your Room:: Last month I think, oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;76.) Song You were Listening to:: Shakira "Hips don't lie" it was on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;77.) TV Show You Watched:: "Three's outtakes"&lt;br /&gt;78.) Movie You Watched:: Constantine&lt;br /&gt;79.) Time You went to the Movies:: 12th July to watch Pirates of the Carribean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;80.) Time You Cryed: I can't remember but I was probably watching some film or other&lt;br /&gt;81.) You Took a Shower:: This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: This OR That ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.) Coke OR Pepsi:: Pepsi every time&lt;br /&gt;83.) Tall OR Short:: Tall trees and shortbiscuits?&lt;br /&gt;84.) Flowers OR Candy:: Flowers last longer&lt;br /&gt;85.) Math OR English:: Maths at least it has real answers, English classes were allways about how well you could bullshit&lt;br /&gt;86.) Blink 182 OR Sugarcult:: Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;87.) Mickey OR Minnie:: Shoot them both?&lt;br /&gt;88.) Middle School OR High School:: I didn't go to a middle school, my education sysem went nursery age 3-4, Primary School 4-11, then secondary school 11-16, thus ending compulsary education, I then went to a sixth form college and now I'm at uni&lt;br /&gt;89.) Boyfriend OR Girlfriend:: boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;90.) Single OR Taken:: Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: Word Association ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.) bead:: necklace&lt;br /&gt;92.) bed:: cover&lt;br /&gt;93.) sexy:: dance&lt;br /&gt;94.) phone:: mobile&lt;br /&gt;95.) tough:: cookie&lt;br /&gt;96.) neato:: wheeto&lt;br /&gt;97.) leather:: shoes&lt;br /&gt;98.) weird:: Al&lt;br /&gt;99.) so:: thus&lt;br /&gt;100.) easy:: peezy squeezy cheesey peas&lt;br /&gt;101.) test:: exam&lt;br /&gt;102.) nerd:: sweets&lt;br /&gt;103.) falling:: leaves&lt;br /&gt;104.) air:: hockey&lt;br /&gt;105.) hot:: pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_:: Random ::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106.) do u sleep with a stuff animal:: No&lt;br /&gt;107.) do u like snowballs:: Yes, the drink and the round mass of frozen precipitation&lt;br /&gt;08.) are u in school:: You mean uni? nope it's summer&lt;br /&gt;109.) do u like to swim:: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;110.) are u funny:: Only unintentionally, my sense of humour is just odd&lt;br /&gt;111.) wut do u think of water:: Great for drinkin, washin, swimming...&lt;br /&gt;112.) are u a blonde at heart:: I certainly have my moments&lt;br /&gt;113.) have u ever been to maryland:: Nope, I've eaten the cookies though.&lt;br /&gt;114.) have u seen chasing liberty:: I've never even heard of it&lt;br /&gt;115.) are u happy this survey is over:: I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::_**_::Life::_**_::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116.) Your goal this year:: Pass the first part of my pre-reg&lt;br /&gt;117.) Future career:: Pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;118.) gay marriage:: Is only fair!&lt;br /&gt;119.) Children:: Yuck no! 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