<?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-928532769261410724</id><updated>2012-01-15T09:50:30.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ellybelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928532769261410724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellybelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ellybelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186872876804877424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Doz17R5Uv3U/Tu0jEPKdxeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ggzpjO6T6o0/s220/twitter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928532769261410724.post-1178921864349851421</id><published>2011-12-20T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:07:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those sleepovers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvpHvZlJaM/TvEE_Ss_QII/AAAAAAAAAC4/huO76AkKZFs/s1600/blogger+sleepover+post.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvpHvZlJaM/TvEE_Ss_QII/AAAAAAAAAC4/huO76AkKZFs/s320/blogger+sleepover+post.JPG" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" width="235px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't deny it, you've all experienced at least &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; sleepover where you just can't sleep.Well, unfortunately for me,that sleepover hit me like a ton of bricks&amp;nbsp;last night.It was all going so well,we did the usual girly stuff, as a group of girls do,eating,laughing.Just generally having a brilliant time,until of course,we decided to call it a night.The three of us jumped into holly's double bed (yes, i am aware of how unbelievably wrong that comes across) and chatted for a while, until we decided to get tired.You can probably imagine how squishy it was having 3 grown teens crammed into a pull out sofa, that barely manages to be labelled a 'double bed'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So anyway,me being as unlucky as I am,got landed with the middle space of the bed,which to be fair,is probably the worst place I could have gotten.We all began to drift off after a utterly hilarious night,only then did I realise I was falling into a MAHOOOOSIVE crack in the sofa bed.What a perfecto example of my unluckiness.Just to further cripple my already squashed back,Chloe-one of the loveliest people you will ever meet-decides to throw herself all over me,oh the joys. To think of it now, it;s rather funny that everyone was asleep and I was awkwardly laid there stressing my brain out.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; After 2 hours of epically failing to fall to sleep,&amp;nbsp;I &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;managed to drop off-hallelujah! So yeah, I slept for a while, wow, there is nothing like stating the obvious is there?! Well, yes, I slept, dreamt, the usual things people do when they sleep (I think..) until Holly decides to wake me up.As you can imagine, I was pretty gutted, it only felt like I'd been asleep for 2 seconds! Apparently, she was too warm, so she got out of bed and took a pillow with her. To be honest, I had no idea where she was going,but gladly she left me a pillow. Oh wait, I take that back. She didn't, she took TWO pillows with her. We only had 1 pillow each, so that was my pillow gone. Chloe, being as protective as she is, was literally curled around her pillow.It was almost as if she knew I was attempting to swipe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh my Christ on a bike, I was seriously gutted.I was laid on a rock hard sofa bed with no pillow and a bucket load of teenage Afro in my mouth. Yes, that's right, Chloe was wrapped around me like a leech. Unable to move,I tried to wake her up,who was I kidding, there was no way on Earth she was going to wake up.I simply got a elbow in my rib and a slight grunt.So yeah, I lay there bored, staring at the ceiling like a loony, blah blah blah,etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eventually, I dropped off, only to be awoken by Chloe kicking me.I guess it just wasn't my night.I think she was running in her sleep? well, that's what it seemed like. I turned around, to prevent any further damage to my legs, surprisingly, she hurt! Not realising how close I was to the wall, I bumped my head right on the bugger.Jeheeeezzeeee,it hurt.It's not as if I slowly turned either, it was more of a ninja roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was awoken at about half past ten? Yes, half past ten,by that horrible light that blinds you in a morning, it's worst on a school morning,it's times like that, when your bed becomes your best friend.I officially had worst case crispy eye syndrome and a gigantic "egg" on my head from my ninja roll earlier in the night. I think I could have won a gold medal for 'most grouchy morning person' or something,I was a huge scrooge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; BUT NOW I'VE LIGHTENED UP, WOOOHOOO.Although, I think it's safe to say I'll be having an early night tonight. Oh, and please excuse the awkward photo I thought it was relevant,also, my camera is broken, so I had to resort to using my absalutely RUBBISH webcam.Huge apologies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvpHvZlJaM/TvEE_Ss_QII/AAAAAAAAAC4/huO76AkKZFs/s320/blogger+sleepover+post.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 580px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 51px; visibility: hidden;" width="70px" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928532769261410724-1178921864349851421?l=ellybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1178921864349851421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellybelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-one-of-those-sleepovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928532769261410724/posts/default/1178921864349851421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928532769261410724/posts/default/1178921864349851421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellybelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-one-of-those-sleepovers.html' title='Just one of those sleepovers..'/><author><name>ellybelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15186872876804877424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Doz17R5Uv3U/Tu0jEPKdxeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ggzpjO6T6o0/s220/twitter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wvpHvZlJaM/TvEE_Ss_QII/AAAAAAAAAC4/huO76AkKZFs/s72-c/blogger+sleepover+post.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
