<?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-5000271317845031973</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:33:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did All The Clever People Go?</title><subtitle type='html'>Inside I'm a raging emo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-5654905326074721484</id><published>2007-07-17T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:45:20.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runway Looks I Love: Betsey Johnson</title><content type='html'>Charm School. Those two words say it all. I'm not sure if these classy uniform-esque looks would work on me, seeing as, you know, I'm 13 and &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; a uniform. But I still love the looks. Is anyone else getting the twist of sailor? Or am I going insane (er)? &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00330m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00330m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I was going to be a spy, as once was my ambition, this is the outfit I'd wear to do it. Sipping a cappucino and reading &lt;em&gt;Vogue&lt;/em&gt;, I'd stare out from underneath my hat, over the top of my magazine, see the elusive criminal, and silently tail him. This, of course, would take place in some chic Parisian street, so every time he turned around, he'd see my innocently looking into a window at some chic outfit, and never suspect I would foil his evil plan. Then I would slip back to my hotel room, pack up, hop onto a plane, and go on my next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00580m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00580m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the outfit I'd wear in New York, where I would pose as my fellow spy's daughter, home for a short time having returned from boarding school in London. I would charm the evil mastermind, and while he was showing me a magic trick, I'd slip a GPS into his suit, so we could track down his lair. And he would never suspect it was the sweet heiress in the lace dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00080m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00080m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, this would be my uniform while in London, posing as a girl in a boarding school. My fellow pupils would never suspect me, and eventually I'd foil the plans of a fellow student to blow up the world because she wanted her parents attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00100m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00100m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, I would jet off to Holland wearing my royal blue clothes, with my white gloves and prim white socks, and pose as a cousin to the heir of the throne. I would, of course, foil the plans of the evil person next in line to the throne, who would attempt to posion the heir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00180m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00180m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, then, back to London I would go, where I would pose as a chic bank manager, and (of course) foil the plan to bomb a rival bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00130m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00130m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this outfit I would pose in New Jersey as the daughter of someon or other, and I'd foil some sort of evil plan, all the while wearing my cool hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00210m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00210m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd wear this on yacht, posing as the daughter of the person who sails the yacht. There would be some evil plan and I'd foil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of warning: Don't attempt the white tights! It will make most people's legs like that of a large, lumbering elephant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(All photos from style.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-5654905326074721484?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5654905326074721484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=5654905326074721484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/5654905326074721484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/5654905326074721484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/runway-looks-i-love-betsey-johnson.html' title='Runway Looks I Love: Betsey Johnson'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-7248565998332531688</id><published>2007-07-17T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:17:48.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runway Looks I Love: BCBG Max Azria</title><content type='html'>I lovelovelovelove the BCBG Autumn collection. I can picture myself wearing it, walking down the streets, knowing I look cool. It has a few things I love: thick black tights, great dresses, and HATS. Did I mention the boots? I am on a mission to finds like these, and those BOOTS.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BCBG/RUNWAY/00260m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I loooooooooooooove this dress. Did I mention I love it? I'm very glad to see metallics are still on the runways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BCBG/RUNWAY/00090m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BCBG/RUNWAY/00090m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the look of this coat. I'm not sure about whatever it is underneath, but I like the coat. I'd prefer it in black or royal blue, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BCBG/RUNWAY/00050m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2007RTW/BCBG/RUNWAY/00050m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am in love with this dress. I realise I say this a lot, but I actually am so in love with it. I want/need a dress like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I need those shoes. They make dresses look less girly, and more "I'm someone who's seen it all". I have many pairs of black tights. I need hats (practical, too. Do you know how cold and wet it gets in Ireland?) And I need cool metallic dresses.&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/5000271317845031973-7248565998332531688?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7248565998332531688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=7248565998332531688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/7248565998332531688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/7248565998332531688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/runway-looks-i-love-bcbg-max-azria.html' title='Runway Looks I Love: BCBG Max Azria'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-4625176739642935368</id><published>2007-07-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:13:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wish For...(But will probably never happen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That people would stop pulling my hair. Yes, I know it's very curly and bouncy, etc., and that you love it, and it's fun to play with. But I would appreciate if you just &lt;em&gt;said that&lt;/em&gt; instead of pulling my hair. Oh, well, at least there's a compliment there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That all the guys I like wouldn't be jerks.  Seriously. Either they're not calling me, they're pushing me into the water (I was sailing), or they're calling me an idiot. God forbid they'd actually be &lt;em&gt;nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That all the famous design houses would start making vegetarian bags, and that they were nice, and that I could afford them. (That's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; gonna happen.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That someone would send Miley Cyrus, Ashley Tisdale, Zac Efron and all the Disney famewhores off to Mars, so I wouldn't constantly have homicidal feelings towards them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I could afford a fabulous new wardrobe, that would involve Polo shirts, cashmere sweater sets, pearls, dark-wash jeans, jumper dresses, ballet flats and cute skirts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I could actually &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; what the teachers at school say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my ex-friend would realise that we weren't bitching about her, we were just wondering how she could spend €4000 on clothes in &lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt; and it's not our fault we we're not fabulously rich and not used to that kind of thing. Also, that she'd realise it was partly her own fault---we didn't need to hear her moaning about how she's &lt;em&gt;hardly ever&lt;/em&gt; allowed get Chanel clothes, and she only used to have &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; designer bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Bono would take off his sunglasses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I could be in a cool rock band, and it would be really edgy because I'd be there in my prepster gear, singing rock songs and playing the electric guitar. (&lt;em&gt;Seriously&lt;/em&gt; unlikely, I can't sing or play the guitar. And where will I find a rock-band?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/5000271317845031973-4625176739642935368?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4625176739642935368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=4625176739642935368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/4625176739642935368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/4625176739642935368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-i-wish-forbut-will-probably.html' title='Things I Wish For...(But will probably never happen)'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-8327389906766607176</id><published>2007-07-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:02:02.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrypotterharrypotterharrypotter</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the insane title, but I'm afraid that's pretty much all that's on my mind. I saw the movie on Saturday, and can I just say it was brilliant? Evanna Lynch did a fantastic job as Luna. (Plus, she's Irish. And  possibly even more obcessed with HP then I am.)&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is underestimating Rupert Grint. Why isn't everyone raving about his brilliant performance as Harry's best friend, who is constantly anxious of saying the wrong thing? Raving like I am? Rupert Grint impressed me the most out of the whole cast. But, yet, for some reason all the magazines are ignoring him and not giving him his own interview. Their loss. OK, I admit I was rather dubious about Rupert...his fashion sense has gone down the plughole, and he needs a new haircut. But I am willing to forgive him for all that (now you know he's good. I rarely forgive someone for bad fashion sense.), because he is such a great actor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new Harry Potter book is out on Saturday. &lt;/em&gt;It's the last one. I'm reading all the best six ones so I'll be able to concentrate fully on the 7th, not wondering "Hmm, who's the Bloody Baron?". (In case you're wondering, he's the Syltherin ghost.) Oh, I don't want them to end. Excuse me while I cry in the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-8327389906766607176?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8327389906766607176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=8327389906766607176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/8327389906766607176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/8327389906766607176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/harrypotterharrypotterharrypotter.html' title='Harrypotterharrypotterharrypotter'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-6399513408635754131</id><published>2007-07-13T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:12:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will i change my life?</title><content type='html'>Excuse the corny title.&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://hipstermusings.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-summer-i-had-no-clue-what-i-wanted.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, I've decided to post a list. I made this list in May, during a study period in my exams. Right then, I was miserable, and felt unpopular and left out and I wanted to change completely.   I wanted to be a totally different girl. Two months on, I feel  a different girl. Here it is...(some stuff has been taken off, stuff I really can't share with the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Dubes. &lt;em&gt;Done. My mother payed €100 for this status symbol. Crazy as it is, these decks did help me feel like I could fit in more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get school skirt taken up. &lt;em&gt;It took me like 10 minutes to roll up that stupid skirt every morning. Thankfully, it's be brought to the tailor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get fake tan. &lt;em&gt;Seriously, people always ask me if I'm ok. That's what looking like a vampire does. Well, hopefully that will stop now I am still pale, just a darker shade of pale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get make-up. &lt;em&gt;I'd never worn make-up. A trip to the Urban Decay counter changed that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get hair cut. &lt;em&gt;Has not yet been done. Even thought I have a head full of split ends, I'm unwilling to through another hairdresser trauma...But, I have found a curly hairdresser that's well reccomended. Maybe in August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tone up. &lt;em&gt;Erm...let's not expect miracles. I will ....as soon as that cross-trainer my mum bought arrives. Excuse, excuse. *hums*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a Juicy Couture handbag. &lt;em&gt;Done. Bought one off eBay for €85...in shops they're €200.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Abercrombie sweater. &lt;em&gt;My mother has promised me one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more songs on iPod. &lt;em&gt;Done, thanks to FreeIndie.com. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are all seriously superficial. Something that wasn't on the list, because I never thought they'd happen were that I'd get different friends. And I did.  So much more happy. Another list will come soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-6399513408635754131?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/6399513408635754131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=6399513408635754131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/6399513408635754131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/6399513408635754131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-i-change-my-life.html' title='Will i change my life?'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-235319131235248730</id><published>2007-07-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:42:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/images/style/coverlook/star01_harrypotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.teenvogue.com/images/style/coverlook/star01_harrypotter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit: I'm a total Harry Potter NUT. I've been obcessed with them since I was seven. The books rock, the movies are quite good. When I was younger I was like "The movies was nothing &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the books!", but now I'm older I'm able to appreciate what a great job the cast has done on those movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a total girl-crush on Emma. Now THERE'S a role model. She's 17, made a ton of money, is world famous, and still keeps up her school work. Actually, I retract that staement about my girl crush. I just hate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel creeps me out. First he turns up on the &lt;em&gt;Teen Vogue&lt;/em&gt; cover looking very geeky. Then he's on men.style.com, looking like a weasel. (Lose the beard, honey. It just doesn't work.) His only near-moment of being a child star rebel was the play &lt;em&gt;Equs.&lt;/em&gt; I'm afraid that's just not good enough, Harry. I meant Dan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, there's bound to be the one who's never quite as popular and who inevitably gets left out. That would be Rupert. Maybe if you washed your clothes and did a few interviews &lt;em&gt;by yourself&lt;/em&gt; that would change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem I have with those kids is that I haven't a clue whether they're good actors, because I've only seen them doing one thing. Who knows, maybe they're not acting, maybe the characters personality is theirs? I will reserve judgement until I see them in something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the inevitable bit: &lt;em&gt;Ohmigod, I can't believe the last book is out on the 21st!!! I don't want ti to be the last! But I can't wait to read it!!! This time, I REFUSE to go to a midnight opening. I did that for all the other books, but not this one. I'm not that geeky. Well, I am, but it's well hidden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture from Teen Vogue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-235319131235248730?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/235319131235248730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=235319131235248730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/235319131235248730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/235319131235248730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-not-magic.html' title='It&apos;s not magic'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-7215748727838413261</id><published>2007-07-13T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:32:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn where's the camera?</title><content type='html'>OK, first day of the blog, and something bad: I can't find my camera! I had whole posts hanging on those pictures... Oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-7215748727838413261?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7215748727838413261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=7215748727838413261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/7215748727838413261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/7215748727838413261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-wheres-camera.html' title='Damn where&apos;s the camera?'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-8556239580180155416</id><published>2007-07-13T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:46:32.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer of the day</title><content type='html'>I figure everyone needs something to cheer up their day. So, courtesy of &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;, will be one thing a day to cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=tcRiXOONqf0"&gt;http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=tcRiXOONqf0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika---Big Girl&lt;br /&gt;OK, I HATE Mika. I want to strangle him, or at least stop him singing. Oh, and I hate the song Grace Kelly. But, I have to admit, this video puts a smile on my dial. If only Mika wasn't in it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-8556239580180155416?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8556239580180155416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=8556239580180155416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/8556239580180155416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/8556239580180155416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/cheer-of-day.html' title='Cheer of the day'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000271317845031973.post-2922857635161302974</id><published>2007-07-13T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:41:47.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>Hey, people. Some people might remeber the numerous blogs I used to have. Well, they're all gone. I'm a totally different person to the girl I was when I started those blogs, and the entries kind of make me squirm. So what better way to deal with them then to make them vanish? :) I hope you like the new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000271317845031973-2922857635161302974?l=fashionbloglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2922857635161302974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000271317845031973&amp;postID=2922857635161302974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/2922857635161302974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000271317845031973/posts/default/2922857635161302974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionbloglove.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>FashionWhore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531014529467045136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
