<?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-7877188376456972312</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:52:49.941+01:00</updated><category term='robsten or just rob and kristen :) gymnasium bitch. Lååååf på Tom Stu'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='i&apos;m back bitches'/><category term='a very stupid and meaningless post'/><category term='london is loooove'/><category term='skive festival beach party'/><category term='hoping that it soon will be autum'/><category term='remember me'/><category term='books'/><category term='Neville Longbottom'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='justice'/><category term='alligator sky'/><category term='owl city'/><category term='simple plan'/><category term='Matt Lewis'/><category term='photos'/><category term='freaks and geeks'/><category term='hijo de puta'/><title type='text'>The Danish Ship</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5013274934170306113</id><published>2011-11-03T16:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:23:53.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear November</title><content type='html'>Still not completely finished with this assignment, which is due tomorrow(aaaargh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look. November is here. That means it's almost December now. Yes. Haha, I actually can't &amp;nbsp;wait for the snow to come. I guess that is kind of obvious, if you look at my background. I really can't wait for Christmas either. Just the nice Christmas feeling that you get every year, and I'm like so close to get into that mood all the time now.&amp;nbsp;Do I want to be finished with this shitload of crap assignment(pardon me)? Yes.&amp;nbsp;Do I want to eat good food? Yes. Do I want snow? Yes. Do I want warmth and coziness right now? Yes. Do I want Christmas? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just praying that I will at least pass this assignment. The worst thing is that it does not really matter that much at all. Just deliver it on time, and then freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5013274934170306113?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5013274934170306113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5013274934170306113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5013274934170306113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-november.html' title='Dear November'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1321223614200179241</id><published>2011-10-27T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:48:21.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Me</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw morning TV today.. I mean, just watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LyGjlEJJeoY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of Electric Lady Lab before, but I already think that they are amazing. This is a cover of the Swedish band aHa's ''Touch Me''. Don't tell me that you haven't heard of them, because there is nowhere in this world where a person hasn't heard ''Take On Me''. In fact, Electric Lady Lab was allowed as the very first band to use the same technique as in ''Take On Me'', so that is really something considering it's been claimed as one of best music videos in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I definitely watch out for Electric Lady Lab from now on, because they seem to be pretty great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1321223614200179241?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1321223614200179241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/10/touch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1321223614200179241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1321223614200179241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/10/touch-me.html' title='Touch Me'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LyGjlEJJeoY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-171361950690995175</id><published>2011-10-26T23:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:45:01.427+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Books i read</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to make this huge assignment that we due till next week, it has to be 10 pages or something. I, on the other hand, have pretty much written anything, but I will work hard tomorrow! God, I'm so lazy, which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7bWNX_h2v4/SnMDN5lsxkI/AAAAAAAAACo/xnKOy_SlIDA/s1600/Time+Traveler's+Wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7bWNX_h2v4/SnMDN5lsxkI/AAAAAAAAACo/xnKOy_SlIDA/s320/Time+Traveler's+Wife.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what am I reading currently? Well... Currently I'm in the middle of reading a few books actually. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;There is ''The Time Traveler's Wife'', which I'm halfway through. I've been reading it since summer pretty much, I just haven't read it in a few months now. It's actually really good, and I love the whole idea of this kind of time traveling, and I love the two main characters. This is a book that I definitely would recommend for anyone who likes romance to read. And there is a movie based on it with the same name and so, and I haven't seen it yet, but I really like Rachel McAdams so I'm looking quite forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUT8WuTsRs/THMtsRxTBEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v6ZbgVRmMxk/s1600/picoult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUT8WuTsRs/THMtsRxTBEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v6ZbgVRmMxk/s200/picoult.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I just started reading ''My Sister's Keeper''. I have only read the first chapter so far, so I can't really tell you if it is good or not, but I like Jodi Picoult so.. And I haven't watched the movie either yet, but I have a friend who told me it was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually also reading Harry Potter again! I have only read the series once, and it has been years now, so I just decided it was about time to read it again. Like, you forget so many details over the years. I mean you know the whole story and everything, but lesser important things tend to vanish in my memory. It feels so good to be reading it again, even though I'm only at the first one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Philosopher's_Stone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Philosopher's_Stone.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I have never actually finished ''The Tales of Beedle the Bard''. Yeah, I know. I hate myself for not doing that too. I don't why... it's just... I don't know it, and the worst thing is that the stories are actually really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I counted all the books I have and the number turned out the be quite shocking and more, than I expected it to be. Well, I have about 60 books, if I remember correctly, because I don't want to count them again. Literally, I don't know how this happened. It's not like I read a book every month, but I have also had some of them for years now. Still I think it's quite a large amount of books for me, especially because they are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, how do you like my new layout? I like it much more than the one I had before, but I'm not quite sure about the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-171361950690995175?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/171361950690995175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/10/books-i-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/171361950690995175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/171361950690995175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/10/books-i-read.html' title='Books i read'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7bWNX_h2v4/SnMDN5lsxkI/AAAAAAAAACo/xnKOy_SlIDA/s72-c/Time+Traveler&apos;s+Wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>7800 Skive, Danmark</georss:featurename><georss:point>56.563556 9.032142</georss:point><georss:box>56.422633999999995 8.716285000000001 56.704478 9.347999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-2428093696723729472</id><published>2011-09-07T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:35:10.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>THIS IS ART.... or not.</title><content type='html'>Hello out there!&lt;br /&gt;So... back in August I finally got a Nikon D3100 camera - what can I say? I love it. I maybe as well be in the middle of starting an interest in photography. Okay, I have always been interested in photography in a way, but now that interest seems to be growing. I love taking pictures and explore new things with it. It's pretty exciting. Here are some the photos, that I have taken, I like the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Pfw99jtrY/Tmenx-lQ87I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mOHLYUThZ3c/s1600/DSC_0915+-+Kopi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Pfw99jtrY/Tmenx-lQ87I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mOHLYUThZ3c/s400/DSC_0915+-+Kopi.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9esmFfYsRw/TmeoGMWrwkI/AAAAAAAAAII/izA8c7eq7_k/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9esmFfYsRw/TmeoGMWrwkI/AAAAAAAAAII/izA8c7eq7_k/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm just so frustrated about it, because my family spends HOURS on just finding the right thing for my birthday, so how the hell can I tell then, that I despise purple? It will totally hurt their feelings. I seriously feel like some sort of Justin Bieber freak. Hello, I went to see him one time WITH MY LITTLESISTER! She is the one, who is obsessed with him, not me. I just thought ''hey, free concert - why not?''. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1903251323416050254?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1903251323416050254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-really-really-really-hate-purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1903251323416050254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1903251323416050254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-really-really-really-hate-purple.html' title='I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE PURPLE!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8857960367716940420</id><published>2011-07-14T03:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T03:06:15.070+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neville Longbottom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Handsome, where have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8xg7WKis1qdep6jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8xg7WKis1qdep6jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8857960367716940420?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8857960367716940420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-mr-handsome-where-have-you-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8857960367716940420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8857960367716940420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-mr-handsome-where-have-you-been.html' title='Hello Mr. Handsome, where have you been?'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7363718451483292982</id><published>2011-07-13T03:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T03:05:57.638+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>harry potter dh: part 2</title><content type='html'>i'm going to be completely honest with you. it wasn't what i expected it to be. it was not good, believe me, but rather................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FUCKING BRILLIANT, AMAZING, FANTASTIC...! Never seen anything like it! People, be ready for spoilers, cause I can't garantee that I won't say anything about what happens(it's not completely like the book!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was seriously beating so hard through the whole film - I swear, I can't remember anything of what happens! And I couldn't sit still. Can a 16 year old really get a heartattack? 'Cause I think I was about to get one all the time really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so hyped and oh, and Neville! He was defiently the hero in this, much more than in the book. He fought and it was so brilliantly made. And he likes Luna in this, and that's okay with me. &lt;br /&gt;And the fight! Oh the fight! My high expectations were too low for this! It was amazing, and unlike the book Harry and Voldemort actually had a proper fight. I have always found that a little dissappointing in the book, cause it was just like ''Avada Kedavra!'', ''Expillarmus!'' boom dead! In film it was much better actually. The fight was awesome, the battle at Hogwarts was amazing. If I wasn't so hyped all the time, I would have cried and I nearly did that. Fred, Tonks, Snape, Remus.... and so many other scenes, like where Harry dies or is about to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved it. Loved it all. As a diehard Harry Potter fan, this can't get any better. This was more than a proper ending to such a loved story and francise. It was beyond amazing. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to stop here! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-7363718451483292982?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7363718451483292982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-dh-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7363718451483292982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7363718451483292982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-dh-part-2.html' title='harry potter dh: part 2'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1208296106999416881</id><published>2011-06-25T01:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:47:41.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So so so so drunk right now.</title><content type='html'>And I cant fall asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1208296106999416881?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1208296106999416881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-so-so-so-drunk-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1208296106999416881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1208296106999416881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-so-so-so-drunk-right-now.html' title='So so so so drunk right now.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7856107215394743071</id><published>2011-06-19T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:00:51.928+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alligator sky'/><title type='text'>mmmhmm owl city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/31344543/Owl+City+OwlCity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/31344543/Owl+City+OwlCity.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Where was I when the rockets came to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;And carried you away into the alligator sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Even though I'll never know what's up ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&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/7877188376456972312-7856107215394743071?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7856107215394743071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmmhmm-owl-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7856107215394743071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7856107215394743071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmmhmm-owl-city.html' title='mmmhmm owl city'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7441859018850580866</id><published>2011-06-19T00:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:47:02.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 random things that's not about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heather O'Rourke died 12 years old because of an illness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The song ''Losing My Religion'' by R.E.M is misunderstood by a lot of people - it is not about losing faith in actual religion, but losing faith in someone you may love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clock is 00:31 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Napster got sued by Metallica - or just the drummer, Lars Ulrich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and he also appeared in ''Get Him To The Greek''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In ''Se7en'' you actually don't see the murder(Spacey - whatshisname??) kill someone. You only see the dead bodies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kid who played the son of Jack Nicholson in ''The Shining'' now works as a teacher at a university. If any students mentions anything related to the movie, he'll fail them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientists say that in like 100-200 years people won't have their little toe anymore, simply because they're unnecessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Felton even considered fishing as a career instead of acting for a while.&amp;nbsp;Thankfully he chose acting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a Ryanair flight, if you read above the seats(there's three of them on each side), you will see that they are each marked with a letter. These letters say ''F - E - D'' meaning fat in English. Ha-fucking-ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That was it. Sorry for my horribly spelling and gramma as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-7441859018850580866?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7441859018850580866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-random-things-thats-not-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7441859018850580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7441859018850580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-random-things-thats-not-about-myself.html' title='10 random things that&apos;s not about myself'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6396003762769922821</id><published>2011-06-19T00:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:24:49.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Et eller andet sted elsker jeg at læse ligegyldige ting og sager...</title><content type='html'>Nu ved I det&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6396003762769922821?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6396003762769922821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/et-eller-andet-sted-elsker-jeg-at-lse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6396003762769922821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6396003762769922821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/et-eller-andet-sted-elsker-jeg-at-lse.html' title='Et eller andet sted elsker jeg at læse ligegyldige ting og sager...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4474515788476993466</id><published>2011-06-17T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:25:46.881+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaks and geeks'/><title type='text'>Freaks and Geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lehv5yRjmo1qb5q9jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" i$="true" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lehv5yRjmo1qb5q9jo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, finally the exams are over, so right now I'm watching the tv-show ''Freaks and Geeks''. So far I'm at episode 2 and so far I like it really much. It has James Franco, Seth Rogen and Jason Segel - how awesome is that! And they are young. So young. It is from 1999, but it is set in the&amp;nbsp;beginning of the 80's. And it is about these geeks and freaks - obviously. Hahah. There is this girl named Lindsay, who used to be a geek(mathlete and good grades), but she is kinda tired of who she is, so she starts to hang out with the freaks. The bad guys, you know. Those who does illegal stuff, smoke, drink and such. &lt;br /&gt;For some weird it only lasted one season, so that sucks. What else sucks it that I'm sick and I can't really think clearly, so excuse me for my very bad English. It will be better in the next post, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4474515788476993466?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4474515788476993466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaks-and-geeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4474515788476993466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4474515788476993466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaks-and-geeks.html' title='Freaks and Geeks'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-2494440241421307637</id><published>2011-06-10T17:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:48:31.281+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hijo de puta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m back bitches'/><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>It's been such a long time since I last wrote on this blog. Sorry about that, if there is even anyone who cares anymore. I just haven't felt like writing anything. I haven't been on Tumblr in like a month either. I don't know why. I guess I just needed a break from it, because I do miss it though. I love Tumblr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know if much has happend since last. I'm almost finished with my first year of an STX education, so I should be studying for my last exam(Samfundsfag/Society - ugh, which is really annoying, because I've got like a 10 already). I didn't pass my Spanish yeartest though, and I don't know why. I guess I just wasn't enough prepared for it. It really sucks, because I'm actually good at Spanish, but I guess the angst just took over, when I was in there. I can easily read a text up without failing at&amp;nbsp;anything&amp;nbsp;- AT HOME. When I was in there, everything just kinda went wrong. I forgot my gramma, what I should say and how to pronounce the words correctly. I even said ''und'' instead of ''y'', because I was so nervous. How fucked up is that!&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'm better than that. Even though I was sad afterwards, I'm just glad that it was only a yeartest. It hardly matters. Now I'm just nervous for my next(and thankfully also last this year) exam. I hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anything else happend? Hmm.. probably. I just don't remember. It's like; ''Yes, a lot has happend!'' and ''No, it's the same pretty much''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I will start writing on this blog again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-2494440241421307637?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/2494440241421307637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2494440241421307637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2494440241421307637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6315157485234250825</id><published>2010-11-17T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:04:33.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HP: End of an Era by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQA2h-v-UrM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQA2h-v-UrM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6315157485234250825?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6315157485234250825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp-end-of-era-by-oliver-boyd-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6315157485234250825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6315157485234250825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp-end-of-era-by-oliver-boyd-and.html' title='HP: End of an Era by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6155487182738777072</id><published>2010-11-16T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:36:02.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter tomorrow!</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TOLqrNu69wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yaO8cqV3Q_w/s1600/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TOLqrNu69wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yaO8cqV3Q_w/s400/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-movie-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'M SO EXCITED, I'M GONNA DIE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO EXCITED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Homework, please go make yourself. I can't barely concentrate!&lt;/div&gt;It seems so surreal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6155487182738777072?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6155487182738777072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6155487182738777072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6155487182738777072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-tomorrow.html' title='Harry Potter tomorrow!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TOLqrNu69wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yaO8cqV3Q_w/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-248687461188831883</id><published>2010-11-11T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:20:39.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAAAAWN.</title><content type='html'>OMG, so fucking tired right now. I think I will go to sleep, when my mother comes home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just going so fast, and it is really confusing. I have so much stuff to do right now, which makes me so stressed. Problems and drama is everywhere. Can't wait for Christmas, HP and Eclipse DVD though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job and I think I will make some jobapplications very soon, so I can get one this Christmas. Every store will need a lot of employers when it's Christmas. I don't want to spend my december working, but it has to be done. I need money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is happening new things to me pretty all the time right now, and everything has to be planned. I'm meeting new people, going different places, new occasions..... plus the drama. Okay, maybe that is mostly me, but I feel like I'm always missing out on something. Maybe I'm too shy, I think. I fear people think I don't want to know them, but I do. It's just that... idk.. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to visit my father tomorrow, which I'm really looking forward to. There is so much to tell and I barely see him anymore. I had to cancel a party, that I really wanted to go to, just so I could spend my friday at his place. But it's okay of course. My weekends have been really filled up lately. There is always something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this friend of mine... she is really nice, but I feel like she wants me out, if you know what I mean. Like, she is kinda pushing people away from me. It's like she collects them kinda. She has also changed since summer. I don't know if it is really her, or she is just acting like someone she isn't. It kinda sucks. And I'm kinda sorry that I use kinda all the time. &lt;br /&gt;It's weird, when I talk to my mates at school, she looks at me, like she is mad at me. This has happend before. At my old school... we went to the same school, but this is different.&lt;br /&gt;There is also another friend of mine.... I'm sorry to say, but she has changed and it is&amp;nbsp;sad. We haven't always been the best of friends, but the change is so clear, that pretty much everyone can see it. She has become so different and she has been so weird lately. It hurts to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both of you are randomely reading this, then don't be worried or anything. I'm not mad at you, just stop it. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-248687461188831883?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/248687461188831883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/yaaaaaawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/248687461188831883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/248687461188831883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/yaaaaaawn.html' title='YAAAAAAWN.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3449410204280090585</id><published>2010-11-08T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:30:40.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jU29dM_rKXM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jU29dM_rKXM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jU29dM_rKXM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3449410204280090585?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3449410204280090585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3449410204280090585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3449410204280090585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch.html' title='watch'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6903693384100791455</id><published>2010-11-07T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:23:39.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ever forget to appreciate life, even though you have no choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TNcYhKOz5OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/z2L_m_TWlxI/s1600/tumblr_l9pevnVq5M1qaxo0zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TNcYhKOz5OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/z2L_m_TWlxI/s320/tumblr_l9pevnVq5M1qaxo0zo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People think I'm lucky, because I get to go to so many different countries and citites. Maybe I am lucky, but on the other side, I want so much more, that I'll never can get. It's hard to explain, but sometimes I am so jealous. There are stuff I just can do. I would like to be more out-going, clever, prettier, friendly, cooler, tougher, better at everything. I have alot of friends, who can't get the same traveloppotunities as I can, but they are so much more. They can get really far with just being themselves no matter what. They are original, and that is what counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just believe and imagine that some day, you will be helding the whole world in your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6903693384100791455?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6903693384100791455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-ever-forget-to-appreciate-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6903693384100791455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6903693384100791455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-ever-forget-to-appreciate-life.html' title='don&apos;t ever forget to appreciate life, even though you have no choice.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TNcYhKOz5OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/z2L_m_TWlxI/s72-c/tumblr_l9pevnVq5M1qaxo0zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8364437531350832773</id><published>2010-11-02T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:24:29.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>freddie&amp;effy • she is the words that i can't find .</title><content type='html'>I really love this vid. Please watch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/nT1IAhhiVi0/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nT1IAhhiVi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nT1IAhhiVi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8364437531350832773?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8364437531350832773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/freddie-she-is-words-that-i-cant-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8364437531350832773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8364437531350832773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/freddie-she-is-words-that-i-cant-find.html' title='freddie&amp;effy • she is the words that i can&apos;t find .'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1882422413559455980</id><published>2010-11-02T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:20:57.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a box full of chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade er godt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade er sødt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade er aldrig dødt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade er fint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade er sundt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade vil aldrig gør' mig ondt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Chokolade i min mave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Det skal jeg have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1882422413559455980?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1882422413559455980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-box-full-of-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1882422413559455980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1882422413559455980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-box-full-of-chocolate.html' title='life is a box full of chocolate'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8009303938077811858</id><published>2010-11-01T18:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:51:55.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple plan'/><title type='text'>welcome to my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Like somehow you just don’t belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You don’t know what it’s like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you’re down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one’s there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;While deep inside you’re bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You don’t know what it’s like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you’re down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one’s there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You might think I’m happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But I’m not gonna be okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What it’s like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you’re down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one’s there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like (what it's like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When you’re down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To feel like you’ve been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And no one’s there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t know what it’s like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8009303938077811858?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8009303938077811858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-to-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8009303938077811858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8009303938077811858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='welcome to my life.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6205302846027733819</id><published>2010-10-26T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:22:07.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid dog</title><content type='html'>I don't like my dog right now. &lt;br /&gt;I was sitting and making math repport, when suddenly my stepfather asked, where our dog was. I realized that&amp;nbsp;she had been outside for a half hour. We looked everywhere in our garden, and it was nowhere to be seen or heard. Then we started searching. We went everywhere and I was almost crying, because I thought that she might be hurt - or even worse, dead. I was almost home again, when my mother and sister suddenly yelled my name. Apparently they had found our dog on the sidewalk, just a few houses away. Stupid dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6205302846027733819?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6205302846027733819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6205302846027733819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6205302846027733819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-dog.html' title='stupid dog'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3134655185225085548</id><published>2010-10-25T19:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:51:04.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to admit it, but...</title><content type='html'>you've changed and not in a good way. I doubt, that you would even bother reading any of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3134655185225085548?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3134655185225085548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-to-admit-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3134655185225085548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3134655185225085548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-to-admit-but.html' title='I hate to admit it, but...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3696148766409767310</id><published>2010-10-25T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:22:23.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hell, i am mad! why have you been acting so wierd lately? you could at least have confronted me about it! both of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3696148766409767310?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3696148766409767310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/hell-i-am-mad-why-have-you-been-acting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3696148766409767310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3696148766409767310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/hell-i-am-mad-why-have-you-been-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-555980152763697301</id><published>2010-10-25T19:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:31:02.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;betrayed, but I derserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know I'm&amp;nbsp;selfish, but I feel&amp;nbsp;really unhappy sometimes... I guess you haven't always noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-555980152763697301?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/555980152763697301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/betrayed-but-i-derserved-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/555980152763697301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/555980152763697301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/betrayed-but-i-derserved-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6521834502162867986</id><published>2010-10-25T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:27:28.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric - Eclipse(All Yours)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wJ1hkFx9t7U/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ1hkFx9t7U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ1hkFx9t7U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7877188376456972312-6521834502162867986?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6521834502162867986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/metric-eclipseall-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6521834502162867986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6521834502162867986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/metric-eclipseall-yours.html' title='Metric - Eclipse(All Yours)'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8906258415474611568</id><published>2010-10-24T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:32:53.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LADY GAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMRsEMWhQpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/F-nCA_IIt_Y/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMRsEMWhQpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/F-nCA_IIt_Y/s320/03.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I went to her concert here in Denmark a few days ago. She was amazing! The concert was just.. woow! The sceneshow was freaking awesome and &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga doesn't fucking lipsync!! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, she has a really amazing voice, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the opening act was a band called &lt;strong&gt;Semi Precious Weapons&lt;/strong&gt;. God,&amp;nbsp;I love them already. I wanted so badly to buy one of their t-shirts(&lt;strong&gt;''I&amp;nbsp;can't pay my rent, but I'm fucking gorgerous&lt;/strong&gt;'') and their cd, but I&amp;nbsp;ran out of money, when I bought&amp;nbsp;a Monster Ball Tour t-shirt. They were so expensive!!! 300 kr!&amp;nbsp;And it was one of cheapest t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, listen to this.&amp;nbsp;You won't regret it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FufQs6oeEDI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FufQs6oeEDI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FufQs6oeEDI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8906258415474611568?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8906258415474611568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8906258415474611568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8906258415474611568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-gaga.html' title='LADY GAGA'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMRsEMWhQpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/F-nCA_IIt_Y/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1471019592726017335</id><published>2010-10-24T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:45:09.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;D&lt;/span&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/7877188376456972312-1471019592726017335?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1471019592726017335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/50th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1471019592726017335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1471019592726017335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/50th-post.html' title='50th post'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7684061217136934225</id><published>2010-10-23T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:09:43.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMNOSWhCYqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iKG2cVYHn04/s1600/tumblr_lap1fiAIbX1qe4by2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMNOSWhCYqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iKG2cVYHn04/s320/tumblr_lap1fiAIbX1qe4by2o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;''Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know came out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love I hate, and the people I hate...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Effy Stonem, Skins.&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/7877188376456972312-7684061217136934225?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7684061217136934225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-think-i-was-born-backwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7684061217136934225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7684061217136934225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-think-i-was-born-backwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TMNOSWhCYqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iKG2cVYHn04/s72-c/tumblr_lap1fiAIbX1qe4by2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4014159733502685111</id><published>2010-10-23T22:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:24:23.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>grow up. ^^</title><content type='html'>The guy next-door is having a party. He is my age, so yeah, it is kinda depressing, but we have never got along. I hate him to be honest. I think he is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;He always try to mock me, pretty much everytime I see him. Especially when his friends are there too, but of course not when his family is there. Pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I am just thinking ''For God's sake, you're not cool, so why don't you fuck off, instead of bothering me?''.... yeah, I should def say that or something like that next time. &lt;br /&gt;It's wierd because his family is actually really nice. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this is my 50th post - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and London was great. I really miss that city and I want to go back so badly. I think I want to live there, when I get older. It is so boring here. There is nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;okay, so I just realized that this is the 50th post - for me! ooops. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4014159733502685111?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4014159733502685111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4014159733502685111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4014159733502685111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/grow-up.html' title='grow up. ^^'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3074734936273048140</id><published>2010-10-14T19:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:49:51.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Du ved den der fysikrapport...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TLdCp27mqeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kNSZEDw_zTs/s1600/19966_291291944885_291291599885_3168938_7939164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TLdCp27mqeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kNSZEDw_zTs/s320/19966_291291944885_291291599885_3168938_7939164_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;den oooorker jeg bare ikke. Den skal afleveres kl 23:30, og jeg er alt fra færdig eller i humøret til at lave den. xD&lt;br /&gt;Men den skal heldigvis vist ikke være mere end 2 sider eller sådan noget. De andre fra min klasse kunne ikke få den til at være længere. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3074734936273048140?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3074734936273048140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/du-ved-den-der-fysikrapport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3074734936273048140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3074734936273048140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/du-ved-den-der-fysikrapport.html' title='Du ved den der fysikrapport...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TLdCp27mqeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kNSZEDw_zTs/s72-c/19966_291291944885_291291599885_3168938_7939164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5442712886850149404</id><published>2010-10-12T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:53:34.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we've touched''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5442712886850149404?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5442712886850149404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-fingerprints-dont-fade-from-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5442712886850149404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5442712886850149404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-fingerprints-dont-fade-from-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-2167790852570793974</id><published>2010-10-10T21:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:38:38.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;i feel like making everyone happy, if only i could make myself happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;that sounded like rubbish&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(love that word.. it's so rubbish)&lt;/span&gt;, right? well, maybe it is.&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/7877188376456972312-2167790852570793974?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/2167790852570793974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-making-everyone-happy-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2167790852570793974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2167790852570793974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-making-everyone-happy-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4953446336444678087</id><published>2010-10-10T08:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:57:34.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nasty hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pleeeease go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was so fun btw. it was good to see&amp;nbsp;everybody again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4953446336444678087?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4953446336444678087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/nasty-hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4953446336444678087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4953446336444678087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/nasty-hangover.html' title='nasty hangover'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3132901598557363021</id><published>2010-10-05T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:55:16.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>laptop breakdown... again</title><content type='html'>WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME??!!&lt;br /&gt;.. okay, that was a bit over dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, why? All my things are gone - all my notes, pictures... everything! Thank God, that I'm using my stationary for music, because if I didn't, I would probably be die by now. My heart would just stop beating... I have to make a back-up for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, those notes were actually kind of important, but, well, it could be worse. I had so many pictures on my laptop, that I had collected from all such of things. Now they are all gone. It is just so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my laptop back again today, so now I just need to install things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you noticed, that I have started ''tumblring'' again? Well, yes I have. I have actually been doing it for a while now, so..... here is &lt;a href="http://ditteharring.tumblr.com/"&gt;my tumblr&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3132901598557363021?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3132901598557363021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/laptop-breakdown-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3132901598557363021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3132901598557363021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/10/laptop-breakdown-again.html' title='laptop breakdown... again'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8866656922809366493</id><published>2010-09-23T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:50:10.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I hate thurdays sometimes. I'm writing this in school. We're having Science right now. I hate it. It is just so boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so, well, not happy today. Everything just seem so grey and unhappy. I just hope that it will get better. I feel like some sort of karma is after me. Yesterday was like the best day of the month for some reason, today is just... ehhh.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having to 2 o'clock today, so it could be worse. I feel like skipping volley, but I can't. Our new coach is just so pissed off, because we keep canceling volley. Why won't he just understand, that we're all very busy at the moment. You know, I do actually have a life, and I'm not dreaming of becoming an elite-volleyplayer or something. Apparently he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! Now, I don't know&amp;nbsp;what the hell we're doing in class.... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8866656922809366493?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8866656922809366493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8866656922809366493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8866656922809366493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6922191881670521816</id><published>2010-09-18T01:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:09:04.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah, bad gramma</title><content type='html'>Oh no. When I read my blog, I notice so many gramma mistakes. Usually I'm just like ''fuck it!'', but there are just waaaay too many right now - well, that's at least what I think. I'm pretty good at English usually. I don't find English gramma&amp;nbsp;hard to remember - my grades are very good... guess I'm just too lazy. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6922191881670521816?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6922191881670521816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/hahah-bad-gramma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6922191881670521816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6922191881670521816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/hahah-bad-gramma.html' title='hahah, bad gramma'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3409107933389991290</id><published>2010-09-14T23:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:20:09.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Damon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TI_jLqcoyKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtQ405RpD6Q/s1600/tumblr_l8lhwxIoGk1qc0skdo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TI_jLqcoyKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtQ405RpD6Q/s320/tumblr_l8lhwxIoGk1qc0skdo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel like so sorry for you. It is just awful. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just forget all about that Kathrine/Elena bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You know that you can always count on me. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Come over to my place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then we'll have a sleepover. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We can like watch&amp;nbsp;Gossip Girl&amp;nbsp;and eat alot of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's icecream all night long. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You'll get to choose what flavour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ditte. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3409107933389991290?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3409107933389991290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-damon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3409107933389991290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3409107933389991290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-damon.html' title='Dear Damon'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TI_jLqcoyKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WtQ405RpD6Q/s72-c/tumblr_l8lhwxIoGk1qc0skdo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5790766394170867419</id><published>2010-09-12T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:54:49.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Should probably go to bed, but no thanks.</title><content type='html'>I'm very tired, but I don't want to sleep now. I don't know why. Feel like I just have to post something on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;Congratz to bestfriend, Julie Würtz. Too lazy to post a link, but she is following me, so take a look at her blogs. They are in Danish, but they are really good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0By_MTLxPA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0By_MTLxPA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Diaries started again! I love that show. It is so exciting, all of it. I just love this song - I hope Mads Langer's song will be releashed soon as well. It sounds really good. I'm so happy, that he is getting so succesful, he is really nice guy - trust me. His father is a teacher at my old school. Actually, he was once my some-kind-of-dramaclassteacher. I must say, that he is not exactly my favourite teacher(he's okay), but he got me and many other students free tickets to a Mads Langer koncert, that was kinda exclusive, because you had to win the tickets. It was pretty cool, and I loved to see Mads performing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I love the town, I'm living in, but then again - it is still kinda boring. I want to move to London or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5790766394170867419?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5790766394170867419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/should-probably-go-to-bed-but-no-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5790766394170867419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5790766394170867419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/should-probably-go-to-bed-but-no-thanks.html' title='Should probably go to bed, but no thanks.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-2938888265867137019</id><published>2010-09-08T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:06:50.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like people don't know me, know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;it irritates me, makes me angry. and sad&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is just, that i'm too shy all the time. i wish so badly that i weren't, and for once would just speak and be outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have so much in common with people, i don't usually hangout with. most of the time, i'm thinking: hey, that sounds cool or i want to do that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-2938888265867137019?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/2938888265867137019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-feel-like-people-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2938888265867137019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2938888265867137019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-feel-like-people-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1729246685982901417</id><published>2010-09-08T15:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:57:56.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk Spanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeWK4frJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_H-DC74rgmw/s1600/tumblr_l875zgQT8I1qanb21o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeWK4frJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_H-DC74rgmw/s400/tumblr_l875zgQT8I1qanb21o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1729246685982901417?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1729246685982901417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-talk-spanish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1729246685982901417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1729246685982901417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-talk-spanish.html' title='Let&apos;s talk Spanish'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeWK4frJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_H-DC74rgmw/s72-c/tumblr_l875zgQT8I1qanb21o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1527490666204294143</id><published>2010-09-08T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:52:17.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london is loooove'/><title type='text'>can't wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeUpZOKJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YkpoIbJ9h2s/s1600/tumblr_l8e1q0nUk01qcdwsoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeUpZOKJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YkpoIbJ9h2s/s320/tumblr_l8e1q0nUk01qcdwsoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;London in October&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga the 20th October&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berlin in November&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possibly Copenhagen in November too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so Delaware&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and maybe Washington DC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aaaaand maybe New York City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This year I've already been in Paris and Disneyland, as I told you. &lt;br /&gt;Last year I was in London too, Krakow(Poland), Oslo, Sweden and Germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for bragging, but I just couldn't resist. I'm just so excited. Everything is going kinda well, could have been better in gymnasium. I'm just starting to fit in, but everybody's pretty nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1527490666204294143?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1527490666204294143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1527490666204294143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1527490666204294143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TIeUpZOKJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YkpoIbJ9h2s/s72-c/tumblr_l8e1q0nUk01qcdwsoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6203724083103963430</id><published>2010-08-26T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:33:35.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>being kinda random ...... with ROBERT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/THZ6tRYBPFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-IpP0oYqj3E/s320/00a523bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/THZ6gl49iEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QmuflDiBsIw/s1600/00a3xkp5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/THZ6gl49iEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QmuflDiBsIw/s320/00a3xkp5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6203724083103963430?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6203724083103963430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-kinda-random-with-robert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6203724083103963430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6203724083103963430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-kinda-random-with-robert.html' title='being kinda random ...... with ROBERT!!!!!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/THZ6hK-b8PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kEwBPzvVjWQ/s72-c/00a4b35t-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-2158437320083196230</id><published>2010-08-18T20:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:03:18.018+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robsten or just rob and kristen :) gymnasium bitch. Lååååf på Tom Stu'/><title type='text'>Gymnasium</title><content type='html'>I like it. I mean, I know that I have only been there for 3 days now, but so far I like it. &lt;br /&gt;There are so many new and interesting things. I'm quite nervous about it all, but also very excited. It's all so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 30 students in my class, and that's alot obviously. I don't know, if I have told you, but I'm on the international direction, and there are many students, who's waiting for someone to drop out of that. You see, there are over 30 people in the line to my direction. I'm quite lucky, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems nice enough. I haven't really had the chance to talk to everyone yet, but it seems like a very mixed class I'm in. There are pops, nerds, sporty ones, ''freaks''(emo, punk, indies/own style - no offense of course. I think I'm kinda one of them)..... but they all seem very nice. Everyone is pretty good at english and not so good at math like me, so I think I can fit in. &lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh, and there is a one like me - a girl, who has read the Twilight series over 15 times(okay, that's more than me). She seems to be a pretty good fan, hahah, but I haven't had the chance to talk to her yet. But it would be awesome, to have some sort of Twilight-friend. My friends usually get tired of me, when I talk about Twilight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that really reminds me of some pictures, that I saw yesterday, while I was looking for the movie, Summerhouse, which Robert Pattinson is starring in. I could barely sleep, because of this. I&amp;nbsp;have to know more! Just one confession or something... ANYTHING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Pictures after the jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwebSrh-RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ah4h_F5xmk0/s1600/SPL202852_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwebSrh-RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ah4h_F5xmk0/s640/SPL202852_001.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGweeUwONHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rDU9Lo3jxO0/s1600/SPL202852_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGweeUwONHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rDU9Lo3jxO0/s640/SPL202852_002.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwehFbsZVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3sdRPVkPX9w/s1600/SPL202852_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwehFbsZVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3sdRPVkPX9w/s640/SPL202852_003.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwekqahQEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cUoBWIEUvl4/s1600/SPL202852_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwekqahQEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cUoBWIEUvl4/s640/SPL202852_005.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-2158437320083196230?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/2158437320083196230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/gymnasium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2158437320083196230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2158437320083196230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/gymnasium.html' title='Gymnasium'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TGwebSrh-RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ah4h_F5xmk0/s72-c/SPL202852_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6148792968300289612</id><published>2010-08-12T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:55:03.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money. Must be funny. In a rich man's world.</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I really want to blog about fashion, but I don't believe that I have much to offer you then. &lt;br /&gt;In fact I read alot of fashionblogs. I really like blogs with affordable fashion, since I'm pretty much broke, but still get ''clothes-money'' from my parents. There&amp;nbsp;are just 2 problems: it won't last forever and it's only 500 danish crowns - that isn't enough sometimes. As I said before, I really want a job. Yesterday I actually walked from shop to shop, asking if I could possibly get a freetimejob. It went well, but I could have been more luckier. I got signed up one time, in case they needed someone, I got 2 applications with me home and I was to come back again on monday in one shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what do you think of the new layout? Look?&lt;br /&gt;Is it better than the last one? I also removed the musicplayer - it kinda fucked up a bit and I was getting tired of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6148792968300289612?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6148792968300289612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/money-money-money-must-be-funny-in-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6148792968300289612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6148792968300289612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/money-money-money-must-be-funny-in-rich.html' title='Money, money, money. Must be funny. In a rich man&apos;s world.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8231622742101942101</id><published>2010-08-10T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:51:53.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the last part of my vacation</title><content type='html'>Just sitting with my computer and drinking some smoothie. mmmh. &lt;br /&gt;Volley in less than an hour. Skive Gymnasium at monday. Birthday at 31st august. &lt;br /&gt;August is going to be both stressful and fun, I think.&amp;nbsp;I'm going to meet new people,&amp;nbsp;starting to learn Spanish. I have to get a job, so I can save up for USA. You see, I'm possibly going next year with my new class for 3 weeks, and if not... then I just have alot of money(which I wouldn't mind)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just going too fast or too slowly, if you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8231622742101942101?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8231622742101942101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/enjoying-last-part-of-my-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8231622742101942101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;confusion =&lt;/span&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-2858500364328793427?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/2858500364328793427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusion-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2858500364328793427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/2858500364328793427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusion-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4682267910234198916</id><published>2010-08-04T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:14:09.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>are you thinking what i'm thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;what a messy blog, right? maybe i should do something about it.... oh wait, i'm too lazy for that right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TFmtmT3fAfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jhHpWjn5518/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-is-lazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TFmtmT3fAfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jhHpWjn5518/s400/funny-pictures-cat-is-lazy.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4682267910234198916?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4682267910234198916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-thinking-what-im-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4682267910234198916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4682267910234198916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-thinking-what-im-thinking.html' title='are you thinking what i&apos;m thinking?'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TFmtmT3fAfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jhHpWjn5518/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-is-lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5076026277087768476</id><published>2010-07-27T13:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:58:36.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How come everytime I post a youtubevideo on blog, it won't show? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's only working, when you click on ''go on reading''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5076026277087768476?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5076026277087768476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5076026277087768476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5076026277087768476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1384049441626826211</id><published>2010-07-26T17:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:56:20.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just listen to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vmxhOUwE-c&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vmxhOUwE-c&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there &lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I love&lt;br /&gt;The way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes &lt;br /&gt;In the night sky &lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars &lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &lt;br /&gt;Wish right now, wish right now &lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes &lt;br /&gt;In the night sky &lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars &lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &lt;br /&gt;Wish right now, Wish right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there &lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &lt;br /&gt;Wish right now, Wish right now &lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &lt;br /&gt;Wish right now, Wish right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh ohhh ohhh &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there &lt;br /&gt;and watch me cry&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now &lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1384049441626826211?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1384049441626826211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-listen-to-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1384049441626826211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1384049441626826211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-listen-to-this.html' title='just listen to this'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-9038067481292806704</id><published>2010-07-22T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:35:23.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I THINK I SAW MARC JACOB</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://www.rnbjunk.com/style/i/victoriajacobs3101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://www.rnbjunk.com/style/i/victoriajacobs3101.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not lying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I was in Paris, me and my family went to a Marc Jacobs store near Louvre(I think). We talked to one of employers, who was a male and wore a tanktop. He showed us these very cool t-shirts, with some celebrities on them, who were naked and against skincancer. Apparently they were&amp;nbsp;rare and limited,&amp;nbsp;and could only be found in this shop. The thing is while we were there in the shop, there was a man in it too. My mum later said, while we were walking in the streets, that he looked like Marc Jacob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went then to another Marc Jacobs store in about an hour. There was this man again! :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have really regretted that I didn't buy one of those t-shirts. They were really cool and not that expensive. In fact, there was a Alice In Wonderland-t-shirt in Disneyland that was more expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitmeout.com/img_assets/marc_jacobs_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://www.kitmeout.com/img_assets/marc_jacobs_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-9038067481292806704?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/9038067481292806704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-saw-marc-jacob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/9038067481292806704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/9038067481292806704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-saw-marc-jacob.html' title='I THINK I SAW MARC JACOB'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8247761435431551157</id><published>2010-07-22T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:01:08.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;am i tired, am i upset or just confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8247761435431551157?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8247761435431551157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-tired-am-i-upset-or-just-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8247761435431551157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8247761435431551157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-tired-am-i-upset-or-just-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7217806264213029703</id><published>2010-07-22T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:58:05.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>why the fuck..</title><content type='html'>okay, i know it's not mine, but i was the one, who had it in the first place. why the fuck can't i get ''my'' guitar back? you have your fucking own, for gods sake. &lt;br /&gt;i'm saying, that you're using it all the time, but you're claiming that you do not, and we can share. how the fuck do we do that, when you're playing on it 24/7? when you're decorating it with hideous batches? &lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how to play the guitar, but well... apperently i can't because of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you even ruined your fucking own guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-7217806264213029703?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7217806264213029703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7217806264213029703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7217806264213029703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-fuck.html' title='why the fuck..'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8704894223411414235</id><published>2010-07-13T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:30:58.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://techappswarrior.com/webmastering/CSS/me/andrea_me/images/eiffel_tower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" rw="true" src="http://techappswarrior.com/webmastering/CSS/me/andrea_me/images/eiffel_tower.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm like going to Paris in about 2 days! It's going to be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been there before, but I can't wait to go again. I have been saving up my money, but I eventually lost my stepdad's USB, so now I own him 200 kr. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's so unfair. I never even seen that USB, like ever...&lt;/div&gt;Enough of that - I'm also going to Disneyland! AGAIN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8704894223411414235?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8704894223411414235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8704894223411414235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8704894223411414235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/paris.html' title='PARIS'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8927813958500442517</id><published>2010-07-08T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:12:25.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like crying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'll tell why. &lt;br /&gt;i'm finally starting to realize, that i'm not going back to&amp;nbsp;my same old class. i'm not going to see same people everyday, as i used to. we're all pretty much going different directions, though some of them are going to the same gymnasium as me, but still... i only know one person, that has choosen the same as me, and that still doesn't mean we will be in the same class. i'm looking forward to meet new people, but it would be nice to know someone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss my old classmates. i hope that we can have a reunion sometime. it would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually also a relief kinda. i can have a fresh new start, and i really can't wait for that, even though i'm also very terrified. i mean, what if they won't like, what if i don't fit in, what if i can't keep up...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think everything's going to be okay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8927813958500442517?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8927813958500442517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-crying-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8927813958500442517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8927813958500442517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-crying-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8295213148617195301</id><published>2010-07-03T02:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:09:38.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel fucking wet</title><content type='html'>nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not turned on or anything. i'm just completely wet. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;thanks for a very good evening/party everyone.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday katrine and denis! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not still drunk. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8295213148617195301?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8295213148617195301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-fucking-wet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8295213148617195301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8295213148617195301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-fucking-wet.html' title='i feel fucking wet'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3336372800226626784</id><published>2010-06-30T08:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:36:27.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse!</title><content type='html'>I won't spoil it for you, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TCrlplcIfaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pj7YPK5vTsA/s1600/twilight-eclipse-wallpaper-1600-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TCrlplcIfaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pj7YPK5vTsA/s400/twilight-eclipse-wallpaper-1600-02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I absolutely loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was amazing, awesome, fantastic, epic..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I really want to watch it again now so badly, but where? I saw it the 29(a day before the actual premiere), so there is nothing apart from trailers, releashed clips and tv spots. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but... this movie had action and romance! It was so awesome. David Slade is really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3336372800226626784?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3336372800226626784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3336372800226626784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3336372800226626784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/eclipse.html' title='eclipse!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TCrlplcIfaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pj7YPK5vTsA/s72-c/twilight-eclipse-wallpaper-1600-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4690625691677691183</id><published>2010-06-28T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:29:07.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ferie</title><content type='html'>dejligt med ferie.. selv om jeg har haft det i et stykke tid nu. jeg er nu hos min bedstemor. det er fint nok og skam ganske hyggeligt, men det er lidt kedeligt. især når man er den ældste og ens lillesøster er den anden ældste, men det er til gengæld kun os kusiner, så det larmer ikke så meget i år. vi plejer normalt, at have alle fætre og kusiner med, men siden alt muligt ferie kom i vejen, er det kun os. camilla er her dog ikke i år, pga sin kæreste åbenbart. hun er ellers 17, så det ville være lidt rart at have hende her, så man har nogen, som er nogenlunde på samme alder med. altså, det er da rimelig tæt på. det kan godt være at hun er 17, og snart fylder 18, men hun går faktisk kun i 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;det er dog lidt ensomt her, og der er næsten ingen signal her ud' på 'æ land!&lt;br /&gt;men det er hyggeligt, og jeg ser virkelig frem til tirsdag. ikke fordi jeg skal hjem, men jeg skal se eclipse! :D&lt;br /&gt;det bliver så fedt! jeg har hørt at den skulle være virkelig god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg har dog endnu ikke købt den der Bre Tanner-bog. jeg vil SÅ gerne læse den, men er jeg sådan lidt i en økonomisk krise lige, specielt fordi jeg skal have købt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;en fødselsdagsgave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;billetter til tog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spare på pengene til&amp;nbsp;paris og disneyland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;og ja, jeg har ikke særlig mange penge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4690625691677691183?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4690625691677691183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/ferie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4690625691677691183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4690625691677691183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/ferie.html' title='ferie'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5027301400438606822</id><published>2010-06-22T16:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:51:43.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dellcochin.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/vostro-v13-overview21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ru="true" src="http://dellcochin.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/vostro-v13-overview21.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;laptop come hoooooome! i miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's been weeks now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;here is some music to express how i feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKNf01KDzzA&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKNf01KDzzA&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5027301400438606822?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5027301400438606822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/laptop-come-hoooooome-i-miss-you-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5027301400438606822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5027301400438606822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/laptop-come-hoooooome-i-miss-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-1387487772758314967</id><published>2010-06-15T01:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:15:33.792+02:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia</title><content type='html'>just heard a sound in my house, and now i'm fucking scared to death. it's fucking the middle of&amp;nbsp;a monday&amp;nbsp;night, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;even for some months ago one of my neighbors woke up, hearing someone walking downstairs. they stole something very expensive i think, but on the other side, our doors are locked and we don't really have anything expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-1387487772758314967?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/1387487772758314967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/paranoia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1387487772758314967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/1387487772758314967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/paranoia.html' title='paranoia'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-29246689151325859</id><published>2010-06-13T19:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:38:14.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>end of an era...</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;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQA2h-v-UrM&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQA2h-v-UrM&amp;amp;hl=da_DK&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;yea, of those who don't know me in real life, probably didn't know that I'm also a very big Harry Potter fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was the last day of filming, and for several years I've been dreaming to visit the set. That's never going to happend. It's impossible now, unless I can build a timemachine, which seems obviously more impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I know that the cast feel far more worse than I do, but for some reason I'm sad and a bit depressed. It's almost all over now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I heard of Harry Potter, when I was probably 6&amp;nbsp;years old. My stepmother had just brought the books(1, 2 and 3). Later on she got the fourth book, and I thought it was huge - no, not huge... ENORMONUS! Then she got the movie on dvd, and watched it with me, when I was probably already 7. I remember I thought it was scary. Yes, I was scared&amp;nbsp;of everything back then. But I kinda liked, it was good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A year later, my stepmother got the second one on dvd. Again we watched, and again I felt the same about it as well as the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summer of 2004, me, my littlesister, my aunt and her boyfriend(now ex) went to the cinema to see the third one. I thought it was great, I really liked the movie and I was btw almost 10 years old back then. My littlesister though, she wasn't really interested. She sat on the floor and began to sing, which was very annoying. Even those in front of us, had to ask her to be quiet(she didn't listen). &lt;br /&gt;So for Christmas, I got the 2-disc dvd. However, I didn't read the books though. I was too lazy and not into reading at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then in 2005, I saw that the fourth movie had premiere, so I invited my bestfriend, who was and is also a very big Harry Potter fan, to see the movie with me on the day after the danish premiere. I absolutely loved it. It was so great. I just had to read the books now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensieve.danahuff.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/mirroroferised.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://pensieve.danahuff.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/mirroroferised.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I did. I got most of them for Christmas, and then one from my grandmother and one from mother afterwards. I loved the books. I couldn't stop reading them, but I had to wait to 2007 to watch the fifth movie. And then to 2009 to watch the sixth movie. And to 2010 to watch the seventh one. And 2011 to the eight one..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it's almost over already. I don't want to be over. This year is definitely the turning point for me. I have almost graduated from the school I have been attending for 10 years now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-29246689151325859?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/29246689151325859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/29246689151325859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/29246689151325859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-era.html' title='end of an era...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-7055147879982113696</id><published>2010-06-01T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:49:12.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skive festival beach party'/><title type='text'>SKIVE BEACH PARTY!!!</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TAVjyhZJVxI/AAAAAAAAADM/hzZFDy7wp-c/s1600/11055_329516845106_212834210106_9647682_1926505_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TAVjyhZJVxI/AAAAAAAAADM/hzZFDy7wp-c/s200/11055_329516845106_212834210106_9647682_1926505_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally. I have been waiting for this like a year now, or something. This year I have camp - IT'S GOING TO BE SO AAAAWESOME! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(And yes, I know that it's called Skive Festival, but it will always be Beach Party for me - dunno why they changed the name in general??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I seriously can't wait for tomorrow, but I'm so stressed. There are like a thoundsand things, I have to do. I have to get stuff for my costume, which have to be before friday. I need to study for my english exam. My laptop's broken, and all my examstuff was on that - so now it's all deleted. I have to get ready for this friday, with all the entertainment and all that, but it's not that hard at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmhamby2.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/green-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="128" src="http://dmhamby2.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/green-day.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I'm just going to focus on having a good time. I can't wait for the concerts to come. Green Day, Joan Jett, Mika, White Lies, Rise Against, Dúné.... and so much more!! :D&lt;/div&gt;I really wanna go to Roskilde though. I mean, I really REALLY want to hear Paramore, The Hives, Muse and all that. It's so unfair! :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-7055147879982113696?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/7055147879982113696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/skive-beach-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7055147879982113696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/7055147879982113696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/06/skive-beach-party.html' title='SKIVE BEACH PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/TAVjyhZJVxI/AAAAAAAAADM/hzZFDy7wp-c/s72-c/11055_329516845106_212834210106_9647682_1926505_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4984864964845675966</id><published>2010-05-31T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:37:45.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...and that's why life sucks.</title><content type='html'>jeg rummer mere end hvad du tror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not just a soul with a clear mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting kommer i vejen, men går igen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some will leave a mark, some stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der sker dødsfald over det hele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet death hasn't happend to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men hvorfor føler jeg bare som om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the world is against me again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4984864964845675966?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4984864964845675966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-thats-why-life-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4984864964845675966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4984864964845675966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-thats-why-life-sucks.html' title='...and that&apos;s why life sucks.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5956774546283990168</id><published>2010-05-15T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:00:46.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember me'/><title type='text'>REMEMBER ME</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-3UyvqPqAI/AAAAAAAAADE/QkBaMqyvrq8/s1600/remember-me-movie-poster-hq-photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-3UyvqPqAI/AAAAAAAAADE/QkBaMqyvrq8/s200/remember-me-movie-poster-hq-photo.jpg" width="135" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is absolutely amazing and ekstremely sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I just saw it... well, yesterday, I guess since it's past midnight now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was so freaking brilliant. And I know you're proabably thinking: &lt;em&gt;Did you first see it now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well... yeah. There were finally showing it in a town near where I lived. Otherwise I would have to take a 3 hours ride, to watch it and parents wouldn't allow me. But now, finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm def going to buy this on dvd, when it comes out. I loved it.. Rob, New York, romance, drama, reality... &lt;strong&gt;Anmesty&lt;/strong&gt;! That was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;The ending was however so sad. I won't say what happens, just in case you haven't seen it yet, but oh God.... I wish that didn't happen. The ending was both very unpredictable and obvious. It depends on how much you actually think about the time and the place. &lt;br /&gt;And you know, what the worst part for me was? I already did know, that it was going to happen. Yeah, I kinda by mistake(I swear) read it, but I didn't know that, that review contained spoilers. It really sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you haven't seen it yet, then do it NOW! This isn't just an ordinary chick-flick - I don't even know, if it is a chick-flick! &lt;br /&gt;Just watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5956774546283990168?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5956774546283990168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5956774546283990168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5956774546283990168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me.html' title='REMEMBER ME'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-3UyvqPqAI/AAAAAAAAADE/QkBaMqyvrq8/s72-c/remember-me-movie-poster-hq-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3699141245517774765</id><published>2010-05-05T14:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:58:50.334+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommend some blogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-Fqqc_NyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t-axBKRRyK8/s1600/tumblr_l0av5frEOu1qbrujpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-Fqqc_NyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t-axBKRRyK8/s200/tumblr_l0av5frEOu1qbrujpo1_500.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you think that it could be cool to gain a few more followers? Then recommend it in the commentaries. You can also recommend other blogs, that you think are quite good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you probably think: Is there a reason behind this?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like: No, not really. It's not like you're going to win anything, but I would like to discover some blogs, that I would like to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by&amp;nbsp;suggesting it, it will not only be me, but also others, who sees this. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and btw, if you're wondering where I'm getting all these pictures from... it's just Tumblr and internet and so. I've got no idea, who have taken them,&amp;nbsp;but if they're yours, then the credit goes to you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-3699141245517774765?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3699141245517774765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/recommend-some-blogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3699141245517774765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3699141245517774765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/recommend-some-blogs.html' title='Recommend some blogs!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S-Fqqc_NyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t-axBKRRyK8/s72-c/tumblr_l0av5frEOu1qbrujpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-224507649269578748</id><published>2010-05-02T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:11:02.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S93OGVHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cGWCFjZUP0Y/s1600/13367_201493102322_201444117322_3999005_3884688_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S93OGVHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cGWCFjZUP0Y/s200/13367_201493102322_201444117322_3999005_3884688_n.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's about&amp;nbsp;9 pm and I'm ready to partyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick all day and now I'm finally feeling better. It's good, because I'm having my exams tomorrow, but there is just one problem: I don't think I can't fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slept alot today. &lt;br /&gt;Damn it all. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bit nervous for tomorrow. I'm not worrying about if it's too hard, I know I can do this. It's just... what if I forget something really important? Something&amp;nbsp;like pensils, erasers... my bag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm having like 7 people following me, which is really cool, especially since I don't know like 4 of them :D. Seriously, thank you for following and all those comments, I've got so far. If I'm not already a follower of yours, it's probably I haven't looked at your blogs yet... but I will soon, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem wierd, that I sometimes write in english, honestly? Well, the reason why I do that, is because I'm hoping to&amp;nbsp;get people from other countries to read my blog. On the other side those people, who are following me are danish, so it doesn't really make any sense. &lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-224507649269578748?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/224507649269578748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/224507649269578748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/224507649269578748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-no.html' title='fuck no.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S93OGVHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cGWCFjZUP0Y/s72-c/13367_201493102322_201444117322_3999005_3884688_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6355345201395232856</id><published>2010-04-21T18:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:49:30.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert evil laugh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAH, SHE THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD HIDE IT FROM ME, BUT SHE COULDN'T!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;btw just found my sister's eyelashcurler. she doesn't want to lend it out to me, because for some reason, it always ends up in my toiletbag. tralalallala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6355345201395232856?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6355345201395232856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/insert-evil-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6355345201395232856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6355345201395232856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/insert-evil-laugh.html' title='*insert evil laugh*'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-3019843321978008863</id><published>2010-04-20T10:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:34:06.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S81lVCgRg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/4q_N2eRHzKQ/s1600/KAGER_~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S81lVCgRg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/4q_N2eRHzKQ/s200/KAGER_~1.JPG" width="173" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uhhh, vil så gerne vinde den her. Jeg elsker bare farven og jeg er ret sikker på, at den vil blive godt brugt. Og så er det oven i købet Chanel - kan det blive bedre?&amp;nbsp;Jeg elsker generelt neglelak, så det ville være så fedt, hvis jeg vandt den. Hvis du også vil melde dig til konkurrencen, så kan du gøre det inde på &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitteramalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;GlitterAmalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&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/7877188376456972312-3019843321978008863?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/3019843321978008863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/uhhh-vil-sa-gerne-vinde-den-her.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3019843321978008863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/3019843321978008863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/uhhh-vil-sa-gerne-vinde-den-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S81lVCgRg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/4q_N2eRHzKQ/s72-c/KAGER_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6801884418911174014</id><published>2010-04-15T12:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:13:08.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S8bkotiUT_I/AAAAAAAAACU/T_vnclYA-Vk/s1600/tumblr_l08ho71re91qa79opo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S8bkotiUT_I/AAAAAAAAACU/T_vnclYA-Vk/s200/tumblr_l08ho71re91qa79opo1_500.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hmmm.. I wanna blog about something, but what? I'm at school right now, just chilling with my friends and eating Mentos. It's nice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just made an crossword...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seriously, what should I write about? Anything you wanna hear about? :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Mentos are gone now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the beginning of Skins, season 3. You probably didn't know that. I love that show, it is so great. I def recommend it, it's so awesome. You gonna love it. :) &lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, and the Vampire Diaries! I love that show too! It's so different from Twilight, you know. It maybe seem very alike at first, but when you get into it, it's so much different. I can't wait for the next episode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now! I'm talking about tvshows! &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, help me abit here! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6801884418911174014?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6801884418911174014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6801884418911174014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6801884418911174014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S8bkotiUT_I/AAAAAAAAACU/T_vnclYA-Vk/s72-c/tumblr_l08ho71re91qa79opo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-4779105299926484826</id><published>2010-04-11T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:21:19.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>why, oh why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm kinda a bit depressed right now, so I don't wanna go to sleep. I'm afraid that I'll have nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just watched the 9/11 movie starring Nicholas Cage, Maggie Gyllenhal,&amp;nbsp; Michael Angarano and all that. Fuuuck, why do I do such thing to myself? I'd know that I will feel depressed and scared after watching a movie like this. I just... couldn't resist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;9/11 was terrible. Even words can't describe, but I don't wanna talk about it. I need to think about something else, I simply can't take it, especially since it's dark and I'm tired. But it's hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to think about my friends, Twilight, Harry Potter... something that doesn't scare me, but something I enjoy. Maybe thinking about the puppy, that my grandmother just got, will help. I'm actually going to babysit it tomorrow.. or take care of it - whatever. It is so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit better writing this. Just explain what I feel in words, it feels good. Letting it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm probably going to regret this tomorrow. I'm sure it will sound pathetic, but right now I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-4779105299926484826?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/4779105299926484826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4779105299926484826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/4779105299926484826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-oh-why.html' title='why, oh why.'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8208701631119499308</id><published>2010-04-04T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:47:38.772+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OlTmTfWXsY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OlTmTfWXsY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8208701631119499308?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8208701631119499308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/hanging-out-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8208701631119499308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8208701631119499308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/04/hanging-out-with-friends.html' title='Hanging out with friends...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5694768113586413785</id><published>2010-03-29T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:44:43.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feeeeerie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S7CgdVaWJpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ArGt_vofPVI/s1600/tumblr_kwytqgartf1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S7CgdVaWJpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ArGt_vofPVI/s200/tumblr_kwytqgartf1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454035574569969298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endelig ferie igen. Det er skønt, bortset fra at jeg er lige så stille er begyndt, at blive syg. Det sucks virkelig. Og jeg aner simpelthen ikke hvorfor. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men alligevel er det godt med noget ferie. Bare slappe af her hjemme og være lidt sammen med vennerne. Overvejer at trodse mit helbred og købe Ben&amp;Jerrys. Når ferien er slut, så skal jeg nok tage en uge, hvor jeg intet usundt får så... hvis det kan lade sig gøre. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var sjovt til Hald her i fredags, det var det virkelig. Tak for en god aften tøser, siger jeg bare. Vi må snart tage afsted igen til KB, Mønsted eller whatever. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men der er stadig noget, som virkelig pisser mig af, hvordan visse personer ikke kan se, hvor falske nogle mennesker i virkeligheden er. Man føler bare virkelig at man står sådan helt alene tilbage, og ved ikke hvad man skal gøre ved det, for man vil jo ikke være uvenner med nogen. Det er virkelig nedern. Ønsker bare virkelig at de ville få øjnene op, og så bare lige se, hvordan den person behandler andre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeen det kunne være værre. Det gør mig bare virkelig vred til sommetider... men nu vil jeg altså nyde min ferie... dvs gøre det her indlæg færdig! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5694768113586413785?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5694768113586413785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/endelig-ferie-igen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5694768113586413785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5694768113586413785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/endelig-ferie-igen.html' title='feeeeerie!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S7CgdVaWJpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ArGt_vofPVI/s72-c/tumblr_kwytqgartf1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6693938114644372692</id><published>2010-03-17T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:14:02.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Most influenced musicans of all time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S6EbnHeVEQI/AAAAAAAAABU/GuvL478O3uU/s1600-h/tumblr_kzc55tvRir1qbrszlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S6EbnHeVEQI/AAAAAAAAABU/GuvL478O3uU/s200/tumblr_kzc55tvRir1qbrszlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449667382930116866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say, who influenced music the most. Alot of people would probably say something like, ''without the Beatles, there wouldn't be rock,'' or something else. But really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading some comments to a Nirvana song on a website. They discussed who inverted punk, rock, grunge... neither of them can agree, who did it. What if I said Green Day, would they be mad at me? Green Day, compared to the bands they have mentioned, might seem very pop. Don't get me wrong, Green Day is rock, but compared... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really try to think about it, Green Day might as well have influenced music, both rock and pop. Alot probably won't agree with me, but if you haven't been living in a cage, you do know who Green Day are. We hear the name alot, hear their music alot. Without knowing it will affect you, the times, the changing in music. And it's not just Green Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that's what I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go know. I'm so hungry, and the food is ready in a minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6693938114644372692?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6693938114644372692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-influenced-musicans-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6693938114644372692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6693938114644372692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-influenced-musicans-of-all-time.html' title='Most influenced musicans of all time....'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mnd1UAD5CRw/S6EbnHeVEQI/AAAAAAAAABU/GuvL478O3uU/s72-c/tumblr_kzc55tvRir1qbrszlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-8965726236932659044</id><published>2010-03-13T09:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:19:59.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf? no, wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/132/8/8/Speak_The_Truth_by_Gerkitda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 479px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/132/8/8/Speak_The_Truth_by_Gerkitda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hader du ikke bare, når folk tror du er en type, som du slet ikke er? Altså folk der tror at du er helt anderledes, bare fordi de måske havde snakket med dig for et par år siden? Jeg træt af at blive behandlet sådan. Folk forandrer sig, og jeg synes selv, at jeg har forandret mig meget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hader virkelig at nogle tror at man er den samme person, som man fx var for 3 år siden. Selvfølgelig er jeg da stadig den samme på en måde, men jeg synes der er så meget andet som er anderledes nu. Det er svært at sige, hvordan jeg har forandret mig, men jeg er ihvert fald sikker på, at jeg ikke er den samme person, som jeg har været engang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der er mange interesser, som er blevet skiftet ud, men der er stadig noget, som jeg stadig godt kan lide. Musik for eksempel? Jeg opdager hele tiden nye bands og artister, men der er nogle sangere, som jeg bliver ved med at godt kunne lide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er generelt også træt af at være en af de mindste... ej, det er måske ikke sådan et stort problem, men alligevel. Man føler sig så dum, så uerfaren. Det føles virkelig unfair. Hvis bare jeg blevet født noget før, sååå... men hvad ville det egentlig nytte? Det er sikker bare efter rent tilfældighed, sådan noget sker for mig. Enten er jeg for ung eller for gammel. Det sucks virkelig, når man er til fx familietamtam, og det næsten altid er det de små eller gamle. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det jeg lige har sagt giver sikkert ingen mening eller noget som helst. Følte bare lige for at skrive det. Bortset fra alt det, går det ellers ret godt. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og så er jeg også lige blevet færdig med Speak. Fantastisk bog, siger jeg bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-8965726236932659044?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/8965726236932659044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/wtf-no-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8965726236932659044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/8965726236932659044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/wtf-no-wait.html' title='wtf? no, wait...'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-6591495911227593079</id><published>2010-03-11T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:46:43.542+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><title type='text'>3rd?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, så jeg har besluttet mig for, at jeg vil skrive på dansk.. i det mindste bare lige nu i så fald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kender I ikke bare det, at man bare går rundt og snart håber på at det er weekend? Timerne i skolen er utrolig kedelige i den her uge, især fordi at vi næsten kun har vores klasselærer. Og så skal vi måde kl. 8 imorgen. Hvad sker der lige for det? :i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Åååh btw, så må jeg nok hellere lige sige tak til Louise, som har hjulpet mig med at finde et billede, som jeg kunne bruge for oven. Det er også hende som har skrevet overskriften..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;''Paper Planes is an illustaion of music, going through the night, dancing, tingling, searching.''&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna og mor er smuttet til Kategat sammen med Anna's klasse, så mig og min papfar har huset for os selv i 2 dage. I dag skal jeg bare snart til volley, gå en tur med hunden, måske lave lidt FN... Jeg også læse lidt af Speak og høre The Runaways. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://steadydietoffilm.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/04/27/runaways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 357px;" src="http://steadydietoffilm.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/04/27/runaways.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-6591495911227593079?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/6591495911227593079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6591495911227593079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/6591495911227593079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd.html' title='3rd?!'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-5638006986396233996</id><published>2010-03-10T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:06:10.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping that it soon will be autum'/><title type='text'>what about this?</title><content type='html'>Soooo... I was thinking, what should my blog really be about? Should it be about myself, should I write in english or danish, should I focus only on one thing? &lt;br /&gt;You know what? Fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna write whatever I feel like writing. Post whatever I feel like posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started reading my new book, called ''Speak'' by Laurie Halse Anderson. I've seen the film, and I thought it was so good, that I just had to buy the book. Anyway, the author mentioned a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;''You must do the thing&lt;br /&gt;you think you cannot do.''&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like posting it here. It is really a good message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-5638006986396233996?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/5638006986396233996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-about-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5638006986396233996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/5638006986396233996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-about-this.html' title='what about this?'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877188376456972312.post-372207844317630504</id><published>2010-03-10T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:12:14.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>my very first post</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. this is my very first post in this blog. It might not be very good though. I think I will start this whole thing out with, how my day has been.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been good. Not the best, but def not bad(btw I'm writing def because I can't spell to defiantilyojakdishbndkh xD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend showed me this thing. It looked really cool, so that's why I got one myself. We have actually been shopping today and we have been eating Ben&amp;Jerry, which is the best icecream like EVER! Today at school.. it was kinda boring. We have been analyzing pictures and commercials today.... BOOOORING! But we have also been visiting the museum, which was quite interesting actually. It was almost not boring. The art was quite exciting, I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my books arrived today! Yeah! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog looks kinda boring, but I hope that I will soon put some pictures in it or something. I just... don't know how to do it yet! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877188376456972312-372207844317630504?l=ditteharring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/feeds/372207844317630504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-number-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/372207844317630504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877188376456972312/posts/default/372207844317630504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditteharring.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-number-one.html' title='my very first post'/><author><name>Ditte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578814846348843664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ultmMhm81EA/Tf9N4CVs6UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K5U3YdfX1TI/s220/IMG_0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
