<?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-6277979880412862467</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:17:17.979+10:00</updated><category term='maree'/><category term='i have a dream'/><category term='new sketch'/><category term='angela maree ludlow i guess this is growing up'/><category term='ludlow'/><category term='i want to be famous'/><category term='summer times'/><category term='productive night'/><category term='my teen years summed up in letter form'/><category term='MSN hijacking'/><category term='angela'/><category term='i guess this is growing up'/><category term='another immaculate conception'/><title type='text'>'i guess this is growing up'; Angela-Maree</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts picked fresh from the mind of Angela-Maree.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-6631846549097737140</id><published>2011-05-23T19:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:13:05.202+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Ludlow is super lazy</title><content type='html'>THERE! I said it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, that's right I have NO EXCUSE for why I stoppped blogging. I wish I could say "Oh I've been super busy with that new promotion I got" or "I got temporary arthritis in my fingers and I couldn't use a keyboard", that would also be a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just plain lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lazy that I still have old rosters that I wrote for a job I had almost a year ago right next to my computer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609847283435805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFlFg_fj6W0/TdouYc1hnDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bga8ad_eMsk/s400/roster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lazy that on the other side of my computer I still have a certificate from my job before that over 2 years ago:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609848940953997250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84tZXI2cFxw/Tdov47kqD8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JPTIuBNlV24/s400/cert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't think I need to get into specifics about the cleanliness of my apartment... Let's just say I have a wardrobe, floor-drobe, couch-drobe and a bathroom-drobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So by this point it'd be quite evident *how lazy* I really am. I'm going to try and be a little more motivated from now on, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm off to lay on the couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-6631846549097737140?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6631846549097737140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/angela-ludlow-is-super-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6631846549097737140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6631846549097737140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2011/05/angela-ludlow-is-super-lazy.html' title='Angela Ludlow is super lazy'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFlFg_fj6W0/TdouYc1hnDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bga8ad_eMsk/s72-c/roster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-7815000242967608804</id><published>2010-09-30T20:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:36:41.367+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy little thing called 'love'</title><content type='html'>Ok so I feel the need to state before I get into this blog that Shania Twain will not be a series regular in this blog, it is simply coincidence that she is also making an appearance in this blog post as well. So don't stress kids! With that in mind, please enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at work the other day during a rather dull time it would seem, a couple of the girls and I started talking about songs that couples relate to and call 'their song', and basically how bad and hilarious they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was going to list a few of these 'jems' but realised when it comes to corny songs and situations my mother (Donna) and step-father (Jason) REALLY take the cake. Here is a few songs that I cannot help but LOL when I hear them, thanks to Donna and Jason, well mainly Jason because he is a total softy, god bless them! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Donna and Jason were married in the late 90's. Now choosing a meaningful song in the 90's really must of been hard, I have to give them that! So what song did they choose for my mother to walk down the aisle to? That's right kids, 'From this moment' by Shania Twain! I NEVER let them forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A few of you may remember a film from the 90's, 'Titanic'?  Well if you do you may also remember the theme song 'My heart will go on' by Celine Dion. Further more you will also remember that when this movie was released how popular the song was and how it was played at least 3 times a day on the radio for at least a month. Jason felt so moved by the song that he felt the need to call Donna whenever it came on the radio and tell her how much he loved her etc. I really don’t know how she got any work done for that month!&lt;br /&gt; 3. When I first moved up to Brisbane Jason and I were living together and Donna was yet to move up as she was still in the process of selling her business. So Jason went for quite sometime without seeing Donna. One night Jason and I decided to have a few drinks and watch 'So you think you can dance' (his choice, not mine!) then play God of War on Playstation (like we did most nights). So we've knocked back a few and the final routine is about to show on 'So you think you can dance', and 'Bleeding love' by Leona Lewis starts playing and they dance to it. Half way through the routine Jason says "(a little choked up) Ange, I really miss your mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jokes aside, they are the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find this as amusing as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-7815000242967608804?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7815000242967608804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7815000242967608804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7815000242967608804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Crazy little thing called &apos;love&apos;'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-6240911915753142202</id><published>2010-09-24T18:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:48:09.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shania does it for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-daf97fd8dca98fe4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddaf97fd8dca98fe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331059744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D849C8B021D13A61F35A3897B973D0F4CD2D0FBFE.272C231ECCF664BA220E2A25EC6B0D4190A8E679%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddaf97fd8dca98fe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcxtQ_M-u8nHh4U_M-cCRi79zyEo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddaf97fd8dca98fe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331059744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D849C8B021D13A61F35A3897B973D0F4CD2D0FBFE.272C231ECCF664BA220E2A25EC6B0D4190A8E679%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddaf97fd8dca98fe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcxtQ_M-u8nHh4U_M-cCRi79zyEo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last night Michael and I went to sizzler. As we were taken to our seats we saw a women with long curly hair, a huge quiff, a brown fringed suede cropped jacket, skin tight black slip dress and knee high black boots with a fur trim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above video is of her and who we think she is! You obviously can't see her in the detail that we did but you get the idea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-6240911915753142202?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6240911915753142202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-last-night-michael-and-i-went-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6240911915753142202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6240911915753142202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-last-night-michael-and-i-went-to.html' title='Shania does it for me?'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-1197246120542719337</id><published>2010-09-23T00:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:01:46.297+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace and Danny from channel V :S</title><content type='html'>Ok so I logged onto myspace for like the first time in god knows how long tonight. I thought it might be fun to go through my myspace inbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one particular message I had to share! I had posted a bulletin saying "wake me up before you go go" and this was the reply that I got from Danny from channel V. Random. Awkward. Hilarious. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read from bottom up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	From: Danny Clayton	  &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: No Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah&lt;br /&gt;Well when you turn a yr older you will be wiser.&lt;br /&gt;Peace young girl, enlightenment will soon be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: .fl-ange. &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 01:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha now everytime i hear that song i'll think of how much of a pervert i sounded like to you without even realising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am to naive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Danny &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 09:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is shit house hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday bubs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am going to go go shortly. (As in leave.. not anything else of previously discussed nature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: .fl-ange. &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 01:46 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh finding a new house is hell, currently doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you'll have trouble waking people up before you go go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Danny &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 09:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new house.&lt;br /&gt;GO to too many 21st's&lt;br /&gt;Waking people up before i go go so i don' thave to go solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: .fl-ange. &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 01:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh slightly awkward haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any exciting plans for the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Danny &lt;br /&gt;Date: 26 Nov 2007, 09:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i'm not planning on going solo.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that song was about masterbation. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-1197246120542719337?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1197246120542719337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/myspace-and-danny-from-channel-v-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1197246120542719337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1197246120542719337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/myspace-and-danny-from-channel-v-s.html' title='Myspace and Danny from channel V :S'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-946725192225614890</id><published>2010-09-20T15:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:54:51.364+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash converters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TJb2mGUaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8SUuYiBrPFg/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TJb2mGUaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8SUuYiBrPFg/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;...you are one classy establishment! Probs time to clean the window sill?&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-946725192225614890?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/946725192225614890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/cash-converters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/946725192225614890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/946725192225614890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/cash-converters.html' title='Cash converters...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TJb2mGUaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8SUuYiBrPFg/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-2847410992296522445</id><published>2010-09-20T11:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:54:01.611+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TJa8qT0SD8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oUzsAuce1IM/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TJa8qT0SD8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oUzsAuce1IM/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because of this photo I can't walk outside for more then 30 seconds without looking up for birds. One more thing to add to my OCD-ish personality -_-&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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I can't deal cause I get weird looks off who ever I am eating with. Anyone who has ever eaten with me will understand my need for my food to be perfectly assembled before I eat it. &lt;br /&gt;Regards, &lt;br /&gt;Angela "OCD" Ludlow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-7777830350235551159?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7777830350235551159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-just-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7777830350235551159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7777830350235551159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can I just say...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-3573291038614596893</id><published>2010-09-15T14:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T14:07:47.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten: One confession</title><content type='html'>1. On the surface I am outspoken, positive, confident, motivated, outgoing etc. But truth is I let more things get to me then I let on. My way of dealing with shit seems to be me just pretending things are ok or convincing myself that things could of been worse. In a way it is good because a lot of the time things COULD of been a lot worse. Just means I never really seem to detach from these things, I have this hidden resentment. Bad I know! So this whole "Ten days" thing has really helped me. Thanks for watching kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-3573291038614596893?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3573291038614596893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-ten-one-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/3573291038614596893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/3573291038614596893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-ten-one-confession.html' title='Day Ten: One confession'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-6186439903897424824</id><published>2010-09-14T15:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:04:42.255+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.</title><content type='html'>1. :-/&lt;br /&gt;2. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-6186439903897424824?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6186439903897424824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6186439903897424824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6186439903897424824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html' title='Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-8357133890201595288</id><published>2010-09-13T14:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:46:37.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight: Three turn ons.</title><content type='html'>1. Tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fashion sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-8357133890201595288?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8357133890201595288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eight-three-turn-ons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8357133890201595288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8357133890201595288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eight-three-turn-ons.html' title='Day Eight: Three turn ons.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-1695927563961265657</id><published>2010-09-12T22:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:26:56.705+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I ordered Mc Chicken sauce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TIzGXPySSVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jqJkZ1U56zQ/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='I thought I ordered Mc Chicken sauce?' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TIzGXPySSVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jqJkZ1U56zQ/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I wanted "real mayonnaise", I would of asked for it! Just sayin'!&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-1695927563961265657?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1695927563961265657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-i-ordered-mc-chicken-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1695927563961265657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1695927563961265657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-i-ordered-mc-chicken-sauce.html' title='I thought I ordered Mc Chicken sauce?'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/TIzGXPySSVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jqJkZ1U56zQ/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-1093518314391652156</id><published>2010-09-12T10:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:45:35.551+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven: Four turn offs.</title><content type='html'>1. Bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;2. B.O. Nuf said!&lt;br /&gt;3. The use of bad grammar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wearing Ed Hardy or Nautica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-1093518314391652156?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1093518314391652156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-seven-four-turn-offs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1093518314391652156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/1093518314391652156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-seven-four-turn-offs.html' title='Day Seven: Four turn offs.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-5059645686110402108</id><published>2010-09-11T14:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:54:03.365+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)</title><content type='html'>1. Donna&lt;br /&gt;2. Felicity&lt;br /&gt;3. Brent&lt;br /&gt;4. Adam&lt;br /&gt;5. Matt &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-5059645686110402108?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5059645686110402108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-six-five-people-who-mean-lot-in-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5059645686110402108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5059645686110402108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-six-five-people-who-mean-lot-in-no.html' title='Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-7232435275539312967</id><published>2010-09-11T01:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:22:10.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.</title><content type='html'>1. Cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I had listened to my mum in highschool when she said a boy was a no go! Mum does know best!&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I had never started smoking! Haven't had a smoke in a week though!!&lt;br /&gt;4. If only I had never gotten a credit card! I would of saved myself a lot of money!&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I had never trusted a certain family member to choose family over money, he never did.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I had tried harder to find a better apartment then I've got haha I'm so lazy! Maybe next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-7232435275539312967?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7232435275539312967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-five-six-things-you-wish-youd-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7232435275539312967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7232435275539312967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-five-six-things-you-wish-youd-never.html' title='Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-7927082094746272080</id><published>2010-09-09T21:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:06:50.125+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.</title><content type='html'>1. Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. My family&lt;br /&gt;4. "Wonder if Brent wants to go out for dinner?" haha!&lt;br /&gt;5. Money -_-&lt;br /&gt;6. My close friends in Sydney/Wollongong; Adam, Zach and Sacha&lt;br /&gt;7. "I should call flick before she has a bitch-fit" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-7927082094746272080?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7927082094746272080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7927082094746272080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7927082094746272080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-your.html' title='Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-9094833118486568184</id><published>2010-09-08T21:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:55:11.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with being number two?</title><content type='html'>"It is 1979, a basketball game in the Brandeis Gym. The team is doing well, and the student section begins a chant, "We're number one! We're number one!". Morrie is sitting nearby. He is puzzled by the cheer. At one point in the midst of "We're number one!", he rises and yells, "What's wrong with being number two?" &lt;br /&gt;The students look at him. They stop chanting. He sits down, smiling and triumphant."&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-9094833118486568184?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/9094833118486568184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-wrong-with-being-number-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/9094833118486568184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/9094833118486568184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-wrong-with-being-number-two.html' title='What&amp;#39;s wrong with being number two?'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-6647551261932697071</id><published>2010-09-08T14:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:44:09.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart</title><content type='html'>1. Be addicted to boosh or scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take me to timezone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share my love of food.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having a sound understanding of basic grammar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy me anything from Veronika Maine.&lt;br /&gt;6. Say "your face".&lt;br /&gt;7. Play "God of war" with me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Beat me at scrabble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-6647551261932697071?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6647551261932697071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-three-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6647551261932697071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6647551261932697071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-three-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html' title='Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-7997981916256139163</id><published>2010-09-07T20:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:01:46.308+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Nine things about yourself.</title><content type='html'>1. I have a small red birthmark on my forehead that can hardly be seen when I'm wearing make-up. Apparently when I get angry or upset it gets really obvious.&lt;br /&gt;2. I feel awkward showering without music playing.&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel naked if I haven't filled in my eyebrows with a brow pencil.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a weird fear of winter coats. I always get scared I'm going to get to warm wearing it out so then I'll take it off but I'll be to cold because when you have such a warm jacket you don't wear a whole lot underneath etc!&lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite soundtrack is the Garden State soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've watched scrubs season 1-7 at least 5 times over, hence resulting in me using scrubs quotes at any point in any conversation!&lt;br /&gt;7. For my 15th birthday my father gave me Richard Branson's autobiography "losing my virginity". At the time I was so disappointed, 7 years later I could not tell you how many times I've read it. It's my most prized possession. &lt;br /&gt;8. I love really bad MTV/VH1 reality tv shows. "I love New York" is one of my faves! I know their bad but I love it soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;9. I can recite every line from "mean girls"  from start to finish. So don't ever watch it with me because you'll probs get very annoyed very quickly haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-7997981916256139163?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7997981916256139163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7997981916256139163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7997981916256139163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself.html' title='Day Two: Nine things about yourself.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-8725221699033100110</id><published>2010-09-06T22:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:22:44.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.</title><content type='html'>1. You've had so much shit happen to you lately and it kills me that I'm to far away to be there for you. I know I get shitty at you sometimes about stupid things but I'm just trying to protect you :)&lt;br /&gt;2. You're such a good friend. Even though you annoy me like the little brother I never had you keep my mind off the shit that gets me down. I know I act indifferent but you're awesome, I hope we'll always be friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. One part of me feels like what we did was a huge mistake, but it was a mistake we had to make. I think we were both trying to convince ourselves there was more there then what there was. I don't want you to feel bad, cause I've already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're such a good guy. I hate seeing you go through all this hurt. I wish I could go back to that night and somehow stop all that shit from happening even though it had nothing to do with me. I know that you'll realize sooner or later that you're gonna be ok :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I really wish you'd stop stressing so much. I know you're just worried about her, but she's a lot stronger then you give her credit for. You need to stop worrying about everyone else and take some time for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;6. We can go months on end without seeing each other cause of the distance but as soon as we see each other we pick up just where we left off. There's never that awkward moment! You're the funniest person I know!&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm so glad you've finally found a girl that makes you happy! I know you've had a pretty bad run and I don't want to jinx it or anything but she seems perfect! Hopefully I'll get to meet her when I'm down that way soon!&lt;br /&gt;8. I really admire how unique you are! I've never met anyone like you. You are just so much fun to be around I can't imagine anyone not liking you! I miss your "sumo bun" at work! Haha&lt;br /&gt;9. From the moment we started working together I knew we'd be friends. Your smile is contagious! When you revealed to me that you were pregnant I was over the moon. I really think we bonded from that moment. Pretty sure customers thought I was crazy when the saw me singing to your belly, but I didn't care! I look forward to us being friends for a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;10. I must say I do miss you, but I miss the you that doesn't seem to exist anymore. What you did to your own family disgusts me. It's quite sad really because you've turned into exactly what you hated; a bitter, lonely old man. Your father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-8725221699033100110?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8725221699033100110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8725221699033100110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8725221699033100110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html' title='Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-9031141021707890043</id><published>2010-09-06T21:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:56:52.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All the cool kids are doing it...</title><content type='html'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-9031141021707890043?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/9031141021707890043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/9031141021707890043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOLLOW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET OUT OF MY WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-4377365677699964108?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4377365677699964108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/4377365677699964108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/4377365677699964108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-6429140501164212448</id><published>2009-09-24T22:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:07:47.468+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i never need a blood transfusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This incident makes me think i may be a bad person. You be the judge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me set the scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela is sitting at the bus stop with her ipod on when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redcross Girl: HELLO!! **waves**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela: **pulls out ipod**Hi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redcross Girl: Your glasses are really cool! Where did you get them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela: Ugh, a glasses place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redcross Girl: Have you ever thought about giving blood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela: I'm Enimic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-6429140501164212448?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6429140501164212448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-i-never-need-blood-transfusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6429140501164212448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/6429140501164212448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-i-never-need-blood-transfusion.html' title='i hope i never need a blood transfusion...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-5870759040477436932</id><published>2009-09-24T22:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:21:08.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cool kids say yes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtkGahodbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EOi9F8tAvFk/s1600-h/cool+kids.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385007840813938098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtkGahodbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EOi9F8tAvFk/s400/cool+kids.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my fave/friends sites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canvas Magazine(&lt;a href="http://www.canvasmagazine.net/"&gt;http://www.canvasmagazine.net/&lt;/a&gt;): Online fashion magazine. It is amazing! If you are as obsessed as I am with fashion you will love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Matt Kelly Show(&lt;a href="http://www.mattkellyshow.com/"&gt;http://www.mattkellyshow.com/&lt;/a&gt;): Hillarious web comic with sit-com stylings! It will bring out the geek in anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spoken Web(&lt;a href="http://www.thespokenweb.com/"&gt;http://www.thespokenweb.com/&lt;/a&gt;): For anyone who likes&lt;strong&gt; REAL&lt;/strong&gt; music and film; local and international.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-5870759040477436932?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5870759040477436932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/cool-kids-say-yes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5870759040477436932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5870759040477436932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/cool-kids-say-yes-to.html' title='cool kids say yes to...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtkGahodbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EOi9F8tAvFk/s72-c/cool+kids.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-367597629153837293</id><published>2009-09-22T20:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:01:16.098+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my teen years summed up in letter form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>my teen years summed up in letter form, take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuVf9Hz3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lplO-mXSPn8/s1600-h/letter+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384245038899777394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuVf9Hz3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lplO-mXSPn8/s400/letter+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuUwnu-3I/AAAAAAAAACw/MVw1YRQwnw0/s1600-h/letter+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384245026193603442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuUwnu-3I/AAAAAAAAACw/MVw1YRQwnw0/s400/letter+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuUTVDuTI/AAAAAAAAACo/DGlTOcv3gUs/s1600-h/letter+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384245018330642738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuUTVDuTI/AAAAAAAAACo/DGlTOcv3gUs/s400/letter+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-367597629153837293?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/367597629153837293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-teen-years-summed-up-in-letter-form_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/367597629153837293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/367597629153837293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-teen-years-summed-up-in-letter-form_22.html' title='my teen years summed up in letter form, take 2'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SriuVf9Hz3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lplO-mXSPn8/s72-c/letter+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-5517123782503594978</id><published>2009-09-18T18:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:32:37.568+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>more sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFdfAmMFI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZirD2pfD8Y/s1600-h/CCI06062009_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722352480399442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFdfAmMFI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZirD2pfD8Y/s400/CCI06062009_00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFc6LpKBI/AAAAAAAAACY/zXyJNph3yN4/s1600-h/CCI06062009_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722342594619410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFc6LpKBI/AAAAAAAAACY/zXyJNph3yN4/s400/CCI06062009_00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFccpkQXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KgrQgWqdx5I/s1600-h/CCI06062009_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722334667063666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFccpkQXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KgrQgWqdx5I/s400/CCI06062009_00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFbxJsY5I/AAAAAAAAACI/pDvVsRPYJ7E/s1600-h/CCI06062009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722322990654354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFbxJsY5I/AAAAAAAAACI/pDvVsRPYJ7E/s400/CCI06062009_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFbqfcFsI/AAAAAAAAACA/JrgWOOWwIKo/s1600-h/CCI06062009_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722321202812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFbqfcFsI/AAAAAAAAACA/JrgWOOWwIKo/s400/CCI06062009_00000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-5517123782503594978?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5517123782503594978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-sketches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5517123782503594978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/5517123782503594978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-sketches.html' title='more sketches'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrNFdfAmMFI/AAAAAAAAACg/MZirD2pfD8Y/s72-c/CCI06062009_00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-8409194581313379008</id><published>2009-09-17T23:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:19:51.403+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productive night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>new sketch; productive night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrI3QRpUzvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qSO3SSnWLgo/s1600-h/sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382425257415331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrI3QRpUzvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qSO3SSnWLgo/s400/sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-8409194581313379008?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8409194581313379008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-sketch-productive-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8409194581313379008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8409194581313379008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-sketch-productive-night.html' title='new sketch; productive night'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrI3QRpUzvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qSO3SSnWLgo/s72-c/sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-8753656223146467333</id><published>2009-09-15T22:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:52:09.096+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>summer times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the most flatering picture, but has captured one of my &lt;strong&gt;happiest&lt;/strong&gt; moments and &lt;strong&gt;dearest&lt;/strong&gt; friends :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq-MsvdCbrI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dtMX4T7468/s1600-h/group+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381674780011425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq-MsvdCbrI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dtMX4T7468/s400/group+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sunset sounds, brisbane)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-8753656223146467333?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8753656223146467333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8753656223146467333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8753656223146467333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-times.html' title='summer times...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq-MsvdCbrI/AAAAAAAAABw/5dtMX4T7468/s72-c/group+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-4610001613614005314</id><published>2009-09-14T23:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:03:25.058+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN hijacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>MSN hijacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;too bad u live all the way in wollongong otherwise we could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeh lifes a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so am i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u wish u were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can tell ur nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ill eat u like a piece of shit for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm odd yet kinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really do want 2 take you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well spapnk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;affection denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just rerlax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*relax lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha im relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh are or shud we help you ....relax hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Adam!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`·._.·[ãńğε£ίŋª]·._.·´¯) topless stranger is back says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sedatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont you love it when your friends hijack your msn the second you leave the room for more then 30 seconds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/6277979880412862467-4610001613614005314?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4610001613614005314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/msn-hijacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/4610001613614005314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/4610001613614005314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/msn-hijacking.html' title='MSN hijacking'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-7548714812892606709</id><published>2009-09-14T11:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:52:46.725+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my teen years summed up in letter form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i guess this is growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>my teen years summed up in letter form, take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2hvvB_SQI/AAAAAAAAABY/HPV6yzXdZVg/s1600-h/letter+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134971228342530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2hvvB_SQI/AAAAAAAAABY/HPV6yzXdZVg/s320/letter+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2hvHzITII/AAAAAAAAABQ/aUNeCvn1KyM/s1600-h/letter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134960697035906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2hvHzITII/AAAAAAAAABQ/aUNeCvn1KyM/s320/letter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2huofUtQI/AAAAAAAAABI/UK4OKMtLuUM/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134952292463874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/Sq2huofUtQI/AAAAAAAAABI/UK4OKMtLuUM/s320/letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6277979880412862467-7548714812892606709?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7548714812892606709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-teen-years-summed-up-in-letter-form.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7548714812892606709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/7548714812892606709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-teen-years-summed-up-in-letter-form.html' title='my teen years summed up in letter form, take 1'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;My glass is empty,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be refilled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not for this anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to that place, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;The paternalism's gone.&lt;br /&gt;He's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;Nothings there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-8998176029420199420?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8998176029420199420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-immaculate-conception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8998176029420199420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8998176029420199420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-immaculate-conception.html' title='Another immaculate conception'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277979880412862467.post-8669363968867788675</id><published>2009-09-13T23:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:42:09.754+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to be famous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have a dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angela'/><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>I want to be famous, really famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so famous that movie stars hang out with me and talk about what a bummer their lives are. I wan to beat up photographers who catch me in hotel lobbies with Winona Ryder. I want to be implicated in vicious rumours about Drew Barrymore’s sex parties. And, finally, I wan to be pronounced DOA in a small, tired LA hospital after doing speedballs with Matt Damon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised a long time ago that the best way to get famous in this world is to become an actor. Unfortunately, I’m a terrible actor. I’m not even a mediocre actor, which rules out a second attractive path: marrying an actor (they inbreed, so you cant marry one unless you are one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I thought about becoming a Rock star, but for that you either have to be immensely talented or have sex with a studio executive, and somehow I just couldn’t foresee either of those little scenarios in my immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that really leaves just one option: to be young, very cool, and very, very rich. The great thing about this particular path to fame, Oprah and line jumping at nightclubs is that it’s open to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say anyone can make it in this world, and its true: you can make it all the way to the top and a vacuous, drink-slurred lunch with Madonna. All you have to do is find something you’re good enough at to make a million dollars, and do it before your twenty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about how simple it all is, I cant understand why kids my age are so pessimistic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277979880412862467-8669363968867788675?l=angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/feeds/8669363968867788675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8669363968867788675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277979880412862467/posts/default/8669363968867788675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelamareeludlow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>Angela Maree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855270505275689662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex_0tb9QAUY/SrtiCwV0VdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bVzh_8AXvxM/S220/girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
