<?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-4964641756101036175</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Of A Teenage Girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>What Teenage Girls Really Think About.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964641756101036175.post-757646446348324808</id><published>2008-01-03T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:53:44.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 3rd January.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry about the fucking date on my last blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Miss typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4964641756101036175-757646446348324808?l=emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/757646446348324808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4964641756101036175&amp;postID=757646446348324808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/757646446348324808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/757646446348324808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-3rd-january.html' title='Thursday 3rd January.'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964641756101036175.post-1280469818935034097</id><published>2008-01-03T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:52:38.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 2nd January.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How long has it been since my last blog. Been very drunk lately, just simply haven't had time to blog! I have a new need. Shameless, the best fucking thing in the history of television. New years eve was most probably the best night of my life! Even though i had a slight argument with both D and L. I hate D, i really wish he would bugger of... I don't want to go out with him! I never have and i never will, what makes him think he has a chance anyway! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Iv had a new kitten. Gizmo's the name ;D Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; my other 2 year old cat isn't too happy about it! Hes pissed of on more than one occasion and belted him across the face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;, which i wasn't too happy about! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling lonely right now. I burst out crying sometimes for no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; reason. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hormonal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Need Sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4964641756101036175-1280469818935034097?l=emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1280469818935034097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4964641756101036175&amp;postID=1280469818935034097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/1280469818935034097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/1280469818935034097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-2nd-january.html' title='Thursday 2nd January.'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964641756101036175.post-2475741584544023894</id><published>2007-12-18T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:01:30.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 18th December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I HATE EXAMS! Mind you, don't we all! I did completely rubbish on my French module 1 speaking exam. I cried as well! The teacher told me to get my act together. I threw my test paper on the floor and shouted 'AHHH!' Was very upset to be honest. Still haven't got anyone Christmas presents, i'm really falling behind! I really need to go up Merry Hill and get some stuff for, LD, KU, KG!! And quick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I havent really got time to update, but i will tomorrow got alot of juicy gossip coming your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Speak soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4964641756101036175-2475741584544023894?l=emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2475741584544023894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4964641756101036175&amp;postID=2475741584544023894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/2475741584544023894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/2475741584544023894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesday-18th-december.html' title='Tuesday 18th December.'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964641756101036175.post-768130527012214663</id><published>2007-12-17T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:19:57.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 17th December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Damn it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;another argument with my mom, left me in tears, and i fucking hate to cry, its gives me bad migraines and leaves me feeling shite. There is no way I'm in the mood to think about sex at this time, i mean I'm still getting over the emotional blow that i finished with my boyfriend this time last week. It made me quite upset, i cried at school and made myself look like a complete and utter tit in front of everyone in geography, i mean LP (My ex) didn't seem to great either. I mean hes nothing special, to be honest hes quite ugly for me. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fuck, Fuckety Fuckk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Its like a week until Christmas and i haven't got my friends or family any presents just stupid little poxy cards. The truth is, i don't really have any money on me at the moment. I'll give it until next week, and ill try and scavenge a couple of quid of my mom, things might have got better by then hopefully. To be honest one good thing has come out of me finishing the relationship between me and LP. I mean i don't have to buy him a present now do i. Ha ha! That's quite mean but to be fair i don't really care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a jog this morning, its weird really, if you go jogging keep your eyes peeled for some fit boys and men. Iv got to say i recognised loads of fit people i would of never have noticed if i wasn't really scanning the place, like i was. The good old &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/Apple/WebObjects/ukstore.woa/wa/RSLID?nnmm=browse&amp;amp;mco=3587D034&amp;amp;node=home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_nano"&gt;iPod &lt;/a&gt;plugged into my ears, Listening to &lt;a href="http://www.hmv.co.uk/hmvweb/displayProductDetails.do?ctx=280;-1;-1;-1&amp;amp;sku=712152"&gt;Amy Winehouse - Valerie&lt;/a&gt;, was really getting into it to, when this drop dead gorgeous guy approached me and asked for my number, i mean i bleeding jumped at the chance, he kind of scared me the way he approached i didn't really see it coming, but i gave it him, hes smile just turned my legs to jelly, Am i attractive i thought, I must be if like fit men are attracted to me. Hmm. Could it just be luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4964641756101036175-768130527012214663?l=emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/768130527012214663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4964641756101036175&amp;postID=768130527012214663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/768130527012214663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/768130527012214663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-17th-december.html' title='Monday 17th December.'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964641756101036175.post-7500090130616871037</id><published>2007-12-16T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:38:27.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 16th December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a teenage girl, i find it hard to remember things about me and my life, So i decided to write some down, i think it might be a good way to introduce myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I hate being on my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;but on many occasions i tell people to "bugger of" or "leave me alone".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I hate being single,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;but break up with my boyfriends and not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I love my friends and family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;but i always tell them i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Even though i am a virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I know i sound pretty desperate but I'm not. I'm a 14 year old girl. That's pretty young, i know. Iv done alot of things, I'm too young to do. I cant really discuss the topic of sex with most of my mates, i mean LD hasn't even snogged anyone. That is quite pathetic i must point out, but i don't say that to her face. She's my best mate. I know its mean to say that behind her back but that's how i feel. Iv done most of my stuff with a guy called JD, i don't really think about him anymore. Its a shame really because he was soo fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4964641756101036175-7500090130616871037?l=emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7500090130616871037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4964641756101036175&amp;postID=7500090130616871037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/7500090130616871037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4964641756101036175/posts/default/7500090130616871037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmabaileysdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-16th-december.html' title='Sunday 16th December.'/><author><name>Emma Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684147682672616080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DMYBUZ_0h_U/R2SPyLNQT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4QgYCLcSl0I/S220/1000024523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
