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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>gmail is a tricksy thing : family, saskiab, lots&amp;amp;lots of love!!</title><link>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/family/saskiab/lots_2600_amp_3B00_lots+of+love_21002100_/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: family, saskiab, lots&amp;amp;lots of love!!</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20917.1142)</generator><item><title>gmail adverts are offering me free love cards!!</title><link>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/2008/02/02/gmail-adverts-are-offering-me-free-love-cards.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 07:24:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">b185b1ab-1d1c-4e0e-a0f1-dd17ea6a90df:846</guid><dc:creator>saskiab</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=846</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/commentapi.aspx?PostID=846</wfw:comment><comments>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/2008/02/02/gmail-adverts-are-offering-me-free-love-cards.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;SO it has been forever. About, oh, a few weeks ago, I had this huge long post written out, but this site crapped out for, like, three days, and said post (which was largely about girls&amp;#39; schools in Bristol, as in England, and my &lt;a class="" title="tumblr!" href="http://dulosis.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblog&lt;/a&gt;, and such things. There were a zillion links, so this is highly upsetting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why am I awake so late? You might ask that, and I might ask the same. :| it&amp;#39;s because I&amp;#39;ve started writing short stories again, and there&amp;#39;s this one that&amp;#39;s about, oh. Two sentences long so far, and I really want to write more, but my muse has been SLAIN by the horrors that are germs. So I&amp;#39;m wasting time before I go to bed (presumably in the next five minutes or so).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the past week I have: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Turned eighteen (on Wednesday! Hurrah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Registered to vote (so excited!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Gotten quite ill and had to stay at home for essentially two (one and two thirds?) days. Which basically sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;...yeah, I don&amp;#39;t really have that much to say. I&amp;#39;m feeling rather ill, still, because my sister kind of accidentally broke a lot of nail polish bottles and the smell is getting to me. I also feel dirty, because of my illness and the way it compromises my hygine, and tired, because it&amp;#39;s, well. Pretty darn late. And headachey and sniffley and stuff, but I am NO LONGER HUNGRY because I made food with my magnificent Quesadilla Maker Of Doom (or, as my friend &lt;a class="" title="jblog!" href="http://justineurotrip.blogetery.com/"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt; likes to call it, my armadillo maker). Hurrah, food!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow (today. UGH) is my party. Pizza and Wakko&amp;#39;s Wish for the win!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To do:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Rent Wakko&amp;#39;s Wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Get at table at the restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Send J&amp;#39;s package (which I&amp;#39;ve been promising for, like, two months now? Three? Definitely since the RED party, because. One of the things is an autographed copy of RED! A lot of you might remember signing it, or one of the other three. Um.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Get healthy. Bonus points for not infecting friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Write more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Do math homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Listen to more &lt;em&gt;&lt;a class="" title="I recommend listening to You &amp;amp; I, Plain Jane Fat Ass, All Grown Up, and Bare. " href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bare%2C_a_Pop_Opera"&gt;Bare: a Pop Opera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which is a pretty great musical with pretty great music. (Thanks, Megan, for unknowningly introducing me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div&gt;SLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As you can probably tell, sleep is a little bit important to me. MOM, IF YOU READ THIS BLOG BEFORE WAKING ME UP, LET ME SLEEP IN TILL NOONISH? THANKS. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And now, to sleep. Carry on, folks! Have a brilliant first-weekend-of-February.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SLEEP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://redthebook.com/cs/aggbug.aspx?PostID=846" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/red/default.aspx">red</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/saskiab/default.aspx">saskiab</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/family/default.aspx">family</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/i+abuse+tags+_2800_still_29002E00_/default.aspx">i abuse tags (still).</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/justine+made+me+do+it/default.aspx">justine made me do it</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/i+just+keep+making+more+tags+_3A007C00_/default.aspx">i just keep making more tags :|</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/links/default.aspx">links</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/remember+november_2100_/default.aspx">remember november!</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/red_3A00_+the+party/default.aspx">red: the party</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/sleep+is+important+to+me/default.aspx">sleep is important to me</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/you+lot/default.aspx">you lot</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/sick+sick+sick/default.aspx">sick sick sick</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/lists/default.aspx">lists</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/sleep+would+perhaps+be+easier+if+I+stopped+tagging+this+entry/default.aspx">sleep would perhaps be easier if I stopped tagging this entry</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/mom/default.aspx">mom</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/lots_2600_amp_3B00_lots+of+love_21002100_/default.aspx">lots&amp;amp;lots of love!!</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/i+forget+what+my+tags+are+_3A007C00_/default.aspx">i forget what my tags are :|</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/illin_2700_/default.aspx">illin'</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/saskiab/archive/tags/mom_2100_+memo_2100_/default.aspx">mom! memo!</category></item></channel></rss>