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2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 4,700 times in 2010. That’s about 11 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 112 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 125 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 17mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was September 21st with 109 views. The most popular post that day was Awkwardest thing?.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, en.wordpress.com, healthfitnesstherapy.com, touch.facebook.com, and blogsurfer.us.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for baby pandas, gatsby, baby panda’s, panda baby, and feet bed.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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Awkwardest thing? September 2010

2

Hello, this is me… (March 2010) March 2010
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3

Gatsby. September 2010

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Gina ♥
October 2010

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OK, this is really me. (April 2010) April 2010

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So, summer.

I was excited. I was excited, that is, until Mum let me into ‘The Family’s BIG Plan of Action’. I did wonder when they were finally going to get round to telling me their secrets.

As it happens, Dad starts renting a house up North as of next week. This house here is supposed to be sold by December 3rd for everyone else to move up there, but if it’s not apparently we’re moving anyway and this place is getting rented. So, that’s that. And what about me? Well, I’m supposed to be happy because they’re waiting around until after my graduation dinner until they move. Yeah, wow, thanks. I mean, you’ve only complained about the price of that thing so far – huge favour you’re doing by gracing me with your presence. Not. And then, I’m supposed to move all of my things to the ‘North house’ for that to be my ‘base’, so that then I’m free to ‘do what I want’ for the summer. Perfect, right? Yes, until I find out that I get absolutely zero money from my parents for ‘doing what I want’. So it’s more like, ‘you can do what you want with the money that you have’, which, let’s face it, is not a lot. So that means getting a job – which I don’t mind – but I need to see you so I can’t just live up North and work the whole holidays. I need to be closer to you, I mean, that’s the whole bloody reason I was so excited! But yeah, whatever, I guess we’ll see how it all pans out…

All I want is a bit of a summer with you – is that really too much to ask?


You.

Last night was perfect. So perfect. We had the best cuddles (8 days apart is far too long to bear), and we had cute little presents for each other which were perfect in themselves because they show how we know we don’t have to try and impress each other – that something with meaning counts more than anything. Dinner was made perfect by your mother’s classic appearance and then our usual people-watching comments and conversations about life. And then our trip to the beach in the Swift with good music playing through the open window (thanks to my mixtape skills 😛 ). Cute walk/chase along the sand and then back in time to buy snacks for our movie. Empty theatre, best seats in the house, one of the best movies I’ve seen with exactly the right amount of lovey stuff to be cute, and tension to give me an excuse to hold your hand. Home late, then snuggles in bed with chocolate and bro’Town. Pillow talk, play fights, cute kisses and cuddles, then finally sleep-time in the best place in the entire universe – your room, your bed, right beside you.

You mean the absolute world to me bubs. Spending time with you makes me realise how worthless and boring and pointless everything else in life is. The only thing that matters is you, especially now. We have exams and we’re supposed to be studying and I’m trying…I really am. Apparently, these exams define our futures. To an extent, yes. But ultimately, it’s the people that make you who you are that make the hugest difference to where you end up and what you become. And for me, that person is you.  I love you so much. Always will. Thank you for always being here.


Aimless browsing of blogs pays off…

Pandas have such ideal lives 🙂

And actually, this is pretty much what my day has comprised of. Therefore, I is a panda 😛


Oooof! Two weeks‽

Two weeks of silence…aaaah! I think that with the absence of EE I’ve been giving myself a bit of a break from writing (yes that includes refusing to do lit essays…) but I feel an update is in order.

Except, what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~. I can’t do it. Bleh. Not in a writing mood. So, instead, some ‘things’.

Soooo cute! I WANTS ONE! 😀

I’m so glad we watched this together last night 😀

Truly great and inspirational words.

And finally, I just want to remind you of how much I love you. I don’t feel like I can ever tell you or show you enough because well, you’re perfect. I love our Friday nights so much, they make my week worth living. You’re the only person I can truly be myself around. Thank you so much 🙂

And look what I just found 😛


You’re perfect.

Just had the urge to tell you that you are. I know I tell you how amazing you are all the time, but please believe me? You are my everything, I’d be nowhere without you.

I love you so much bubs 😀 I always will.

And these are for you:


People who make your day without even knowing it.

“You remind me of an old married Panda couple.”

EEEEEEEEEE omgomgomg 😀 Perfect.

It doesn’t take much to make me happy again 🙂

HOWEVER…

I think I’m the tiredest I’ve ever been, I don’t know how I drove home today in one piece, I have zero focus – especially in class, like maths, which is baaaaaaad…I have no idea what we ‘learnt’ today, my eyes aren’t staying open, but they kinda have to because I’ve GOT to do this bloody write-up by tomorrow 😦 , bleh bleh blehhhhh…I wanna go on holiday and forget about school. Grrrggghhrjngkdjgkn.

PS. You’re cute. And I’m lucky. Let’s escape.


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