<?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-9145047387030411066</id><updated>2011-09-05T02:40:01.646+10:00</updated><category term='Trixie'/><category term='backwards'/><category term='pixie ninja'/><category term='Windows XP'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='VCE'/><category term='Rye'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='dvds'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='materialism'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Optus'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='phone'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='Julie'/><category term='travel'/><category term='steamroller'/><category term='Shiny Bald-Headed Eagle'/><category term='emo'/><category term='Work Experience'/><category term='CFA'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Rip slip brush ahh'/><category term='work'/><category term='formal'/><category term='rant'/><category term='diabetes'/><category term='future'/><category term='romance'/><category term='sport'/><category term='drama'/><category term='reports'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='school event'/><category term='skirmish'/><category term='Telstra'/><category term='Gmail'/><category term='school'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Krispy Kreme'/><category term='MySpace'/><category term='Blogger'/><category term='computers'/><category term='Teen Girl Squad'/><category term='camp'/><category term='church'/><category term='baby'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Crazy Frog'/><category term='pain'/><category term='Commonwealth Games'/><category term='epiphony'/><category term='Queensland'/><category term='character'/><category term='cat'/><category term='madness'/><category term='Melbourne Show'/><category term='Soggies'/><category term='list'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='beach'/><category term='sleepover'/><category term='change'/><category term='Neighbours'/><category term='horoscopes'/><category term='Subway'/><category term='forum'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='America'/><category term='faint'/><category term='fingers'/><category term='Bebo'/><category term='sex'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='stationery'/><category term='n00b'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='|_33+'/><category term='internet'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='city camp'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='SYG'/><category term='Luna Park'/><category term='SNES'/><category term='hair dye'/><category term='Scrubs'/><category term='Friday the 13th'/><category term='friends'/><category term='baptism'/><category term='radio'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='youth group'/><category term='internet explorer'/><category term='State Youth Games'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='Sea World'/><category term='song lyrics'/><category term='book'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='time'/><category term='break in'/><category term='moving house'/><category term='Chisholm'/><category term='Frankston'/><category term='play'/><category term='awards'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Warragul'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='film'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Kelp Futures</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, I'm John Glover. Believe me, it's a pleasure. Welcome to my life - but in text. If I have an unexpressed thought about myself, expect it to be expressed right here as demented ramblings of a mad-man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8992388459200939755</id><published>2010-12-07T22:46:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:07:40.321+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>High School King</title><content type='html'>I just got labeled Oprah for my way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've just been thinking about bullies. This is something I haven't had much hands-on experience with, ever, really. I was always a bit of a loser until I got to VCE, but nobody ever bothered to attack me that severely, verbally or physically. Apparently, I am acceptable. Which is surprising given my sexuality, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the movies (or maybe in your own life, depending on how boring you really are) when the 10-year-old kid gets home from school with bruises, and his maw-maw says something optimistic like "bullies are just cowards!" or "they're just jealous." Well, after careful deliberation, I've kind of made sense of these obvious products of maternal denial and deduced that there is, in fact, some truth to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my initial better judgment, I now agree - bullies ARE cowards. The blatant roadblock here is the notion that bullies can't logically be cowards if they go around, risking detention, beating the crap out of kids who are too timid to fight back. Nobody who risks detention could possibly be a coward, right! Wrong. Risking detention ain't what it's all about. The point of bullying boils down to a simple premise: asserting oneself. Arrogantly, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs to assert themselves to a bunch of people who don't like you/are afraid of you? Answer: low self-esteem. You feel so bad about yourself that you turn to bullying to give yourself some worth, because with bullying, you can be king. Now kids, children like these are cowards for the very reason that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they can't accept themselves for who they are. &lt;/span&gt;People like this are weak and insecure, and they're jealous of the life you have that they don't. But because of this god complex every child under the age of 15 seems to have nowadays, they have a hard time distinguishing between compliments and insults (I blame Facebook. I just do) and regardless, whenever they feel threatened, they attack. Even if you're not threatening them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images06.alloy.com/pagesystem/4/49/5411/5411_slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 455px;" src="http://images06.alloy.com/pagesystem/4/49/5411/5411_slide1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example. Some kid at my school posted a status on Facebook earlier, something along the lines of "me and this guy and that guy have poured our blood, sweat and tears into this." Tactless as I am, though I'd be whimsical and comment "You can get AIDS that way." Now I ask you, is that insulting? No, but it is a little rude, I guess. But like a 16 year old boy is going to care if I politically-incorrectly mention AIDS on his Facebook profile.&lt;br /&gt;He then promptly thought of my message as being a threat, even though it was merely a conversation starter. "Says you" he says, indicating I would be all-knowing about AIDS cos I'm gay, attacking me. He then, cowardly, deleted both posts, hiding from the version of himself in which he could be unacceptable in the eyes of his mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I hate kids like this. Like, if someone mentions something to you with a shred of negativity in it (cos come on, AIDS ain't a positive thing), it's not a just reason to attack them. Man up and face to yourself that you are a coward, and probably jealous of my ability to start a conversation freely with someone I barely know. I'm sorry - I'm different, so I must be ridiculed. Not that I'm insulted; I just pity the dickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8992388459200939755?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8992388459200939755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8992388459200939755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8992388459200939755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8992388459200939755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-school-king.html' title='High School King'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5705877856833234022</id><published>2010-11-12T17:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:25:13.751+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>I Am Roz Doyle</title><content type='html'>So, three exams down, two to go. It's currently the end of the exam-filled roster week in which I had zero exams. ZERO. My last two are on the same day (what's up with that?) on Monday. So yeah, I'll be at school from about 11:30 to 5:30. That's the duration of an entire day of school. I guess it'll be like my final goodbye or something? As if spending 6 hours there is somehow an homage to my old school days? Oh, listen to me jabber "old school days" as if I've been free for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, the Friday after said Monday, which is incidentally one week away from today's Friday, is the school formal. Sure, whatever, that's enough said about that. But then the week after is schoolies! I'll be heading down to Wilson's Prom to chill at the beach for four days with ten of the greatest guys I know. I'm really, really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff aside, it's time for the obligatory "bad stuff" section of the blog: still stressing about next year. yeah, it's tiresome, but I pretty much freaked out the other day cos pre-selection kits and stuff were due and I was divided between doing kits for courses I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; excited for and not doing them at all in the hopes that what I really want to do will come along. As I have stated in earlier ramblings, I expect some sort of poignant sign that will expose next year's intentions right to my face. "No, it doesn't work that easily!" I hear you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I went to the Melbourne Radio School with my hip-cat daddy-o for some open evening they were having. And I must say, ever since I got obsessed with Frasier, I always wanted to produce radio, until I kinda forgot about it, somehow assuming in the back of my mind that to make it in radio you have to live in Seattle. Last night just brought it all back and I thought to myself, "hey, I could do this for a living!" Apparently the pay is fairly decent and it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; fun job to have, which I don't doubt. Now then, the question is, do I attempt to do a course there and get into a job producing radio? The major problem is: everyone who wants to work in radio has to move to some freakin' deserted regional city to get any exposure, something I haven't the slightest intention of ever doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Roz-Doyle-frasier-9340894-399-299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Roz-Doyle-frasier-9340894-399-299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, back at the start. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, I DIDN'T create those pre-selection kits. Bah! A pox on organization!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5705877856833234022?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5705877856833234022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5705877856833234022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5705877856833234022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5705877856833234022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-roz-doyle.html' title='I Am Roz Doyle'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1281765846400549001</id><published>2010-10-22T16:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:50:19.229+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Study "Break"</title><content type='html'>I realize that this time right now could be better utilized by school work, since my exams start on the first of November. Quite frankly, the only subject I've FULLY studied for is Maths, just because it's easy to study for, answering multiple-choice questions and all that. Yet, ironically, it's apparently the subject I'm doing worst in although I feel fairly confident in it. Even did a trial exam for Philosophy last week and didn't do too badly on that! Surprising, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, listen to me talk as if you have the slightest idea what my levels of knowledge are for any subjects that I take. Literature is becoming increasingly scary as the exam draws nearer, and I'm almost positive that all the exam markers up at VCAA are dried-up old lesbians. Hell, the entire class thinks so, even the teacher. The markers are indeed pretty sad to know all 90 texts back to front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't feel the need to study all that much for Media. I've only lost 4 marks on the SACs across the year (oh shucks!) and I hope I dominate the exam in turn. This reflection makes me harken back to my initial "internal division" (curse you, Literature!) as to what I'm going to do next year. I went out to brunch(?) with a mate this morning, and he was asking me what 2011 will bring. I said I want to do nothing. It's been a while since I've admitted that to myself - what with the recent slew of VTAC applications and Uni open days and all, I've been manipulated into thinking I don't have to do anything next year. It was only today that I remembered, 'wait! No I don't! I can do anything I want!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suck it, anti-autonomous units. 2011 is my year, I say! I've only been out of school for two days and I'm already feeling like it's completely over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, so long, class of 2010. I'll miss each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/TMEjC-y069I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N4AYh2EGRBE/s1600/VCE+breakfast+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/TMEjC-y069I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N4AYh2EGRBE/s200/VCE+breakfast+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530740351510571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1281765846400549001?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1281765846400549001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1281765846400549001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1281765846400549001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1281765846400549001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/10/study-break.html' title='Study &quot;Break&quot;'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/TMEjC-y069I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N4AYh2EGRBE/s72-c/VCE+breakfast+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7112588647987117944</id><published>2010-09-01T19:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:41:17.767+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>You see, Barbie is a constructed representation.</title><content type='html'>The school play went great, thanks for asking. Being Elvis is rewarding in the pool of mega-babes department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it is the start of September, things are rolling into gear. Three more months and I'm done with... everything. In the last week of November, it's the formal. Then after that is the presentation night. And that's it. I'm done. Gone. Goodbye Bayside. I'm going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever emotions I'm going to feel late-November are not at all like the ones I am experiencing right now. It's the pre-November feelings, the encumbering, yet frightful feeling of OHMYGOTHIAMSOSTRESSEDOUTRIGHTNOWABOUTPRETTYMUCHANYTHING. Am I over-reacting to everything that's happening to me right now? Or is it that my life IS actually changing to be more dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are some things going on with myself, with others, between myself and others; things I can discuss freely and things I don't want to write on the internet for fear of who'll read it.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, school is easing up a bit. Cos everything is slowing down before exams begin. SACs are ending, hopefully, and my personal life is instead taking the front seat. When the hell did this happen? I haven't been able to focus on myself since January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.htd.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Got-A-Headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.htd.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Got-A-Headache.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me the most is what I'm going to do come 2011. Am I gonna move out? Am I gonna go to Uni? TAFE? Gap year? Who am I going to keep in contact with? How the fuck am I meant to get my licence with all the shit rules that Vicroads have invented? Is my health going to deteriorate and should I be doing something about it (I eat nothing but junk. Have been for eighteen years)?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so socially inept outside of school? Why do I have to tell people exactly what I think about them? Why am I so gosh darn tactless? Also, where did my moral compass go? I've totally lost it and it depresses me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still, on the whole, like to end my life. But the mere fact that I'm stating this publicly proves that I'm not willing to do it and I want help. Psychologically speaking, this is an SOS. If I really wanted to do it, it'd be done by now.&lt;br /&gt;But since that's not gonna happen, I'll stay in my emotional limbo for now where headaches are perpetual and my bed sheets don't change, and wallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps next year I'll just not do anything and sit in my room watching 30 Rock till I die of natural causes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7112588647987117944?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7112588647987117944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7112588647987117944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7112588647987117944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7112588647987117944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-see-barbie-is-constructed.html' title='You see, Barbie is a constructed representation.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1450727153865132060</id><published>2010-07-25T18:11:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:24:01.728+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Last Minute</title><content type='html'>Why do I keep listening to Kylie Minogue classics this afternoon? I've got Fever written all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed an alarming trend surrounding me lately. Everybody who is similarly-aged to myself is suddenly snapping into preparation mode: everyone's got 2011 figured out except me. I mean, what the hell am I going to do once I finish year twelve? My guess is sitting around watching Sabrina DVDs and working at Dick Smith until suicide knocks on my door. I mean, ideally, that would be my final choice, but considering I don't really have any plans, I can see that hypothetical scenario becoming a firm and steady reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career? Not a clue. House? Need funds. Employment? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be eighteen in just over two months now, which frightens me a tad. But of course, I'm also very excited for the new opportunities that arise. I don't like the idea of sorting out my entire future before I'm eighteen. I could manage to get away with it, ALMOST, but VTAC applications close two days before my birthday. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months now I've been kinda hoping that an exciting career possibility will just jump out at me when I'm not really searching for one. That way I'll know it's actually something I'm pumped for, rather than just looking through job guides, saying "that'll do" to myself and applying because I have nothing better. If I'm not taking a course in something that genuinely excites me, then what is the point of doing it? I should probably start listening to others' advice, as I've been constantly hearing "it doesn't work like that" - I'll believe that when I see it. But it'll totally be too late by then. I'm a very last minute sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kyliepictures.com/images/big/did_it_again_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.kyliepictures.com/images/big/did_it_again_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1450727153865132060?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1450727153865132060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1450727153865132060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1450727153865132060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1450727153865132060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-minute.html' title='Last Minute'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3615553430656237249</id><published>2010-06-30T22:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:21:48.670+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>100 / 101 - ?</title><content type='html'>What the hell, Blogspot?&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to my 100th post cos I had been on 99 for a while. I was gonna make my 100th a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue, you decide to bump up my post count by 1 without me even posting anything? AND it hasn't gone away, either. So there goes my milestone. Whatever. I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5d/100th_celebration_Mvi3188.ogg/mid-100th_celebration_Mvi3188.ogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 306px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5d/100th_celebration_Mvi3188.ogg/mid-100th_celebration_Mvi3188.ogg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've been thinking about this for quite a while lately. Not that I'm a generally depressing person, but I've had random bouts of, "I seriously want to kill myself" over the course of the past year or so that I quickly get over, then get back under in a few weeks. Of course, I'm like, "I don't have the courage to do that," and alas, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;So as I've been walking the streets on my lonesome with my iPod blaring whatever 90s pop songs I resurrect, I think to myself, "What can I do to speed up this death process?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know! I'll put my iPod up even louder and hope that I get hit by a car! Or maybe I could just not put knives back where they belong, or stand to close to the edge of a mighty big fall, or piss off someone with a gun. Then surely it wouldn't be my fault and be written off as suicide, more like a construed 'wrong-place-wrong-time' kind of situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to control destiny? Is destiny even real? Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps philosophy time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily want to kill myself, I mean I do think about it sometimes, cos on the whole, my lfie is pretty unimpressive and crapola. I don't want to be that kid that was labelled as a selfish attention seeker cos he talked about killing himself, then killed himself. I can't have people saying bad things about me when I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll change the course of my DD (death destiny, of course!), set up a system of ropes and pulleys and orchestrate my own demise to shift the blame on to someone or something else. That should clear my corpse's conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying? I am never going to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3615553430656237249?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3615553430656237249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3615553430656237249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3615553430656237249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3615553430656237249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-101.html' title='100 / 101 - ?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3084669504853310515</id><published>2010-05-18T20:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:10:43.798+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>If I were talented, I'd write songs</title><content type='html'>Too bad I have next to no talent in the writing realm. Ever since I've been doing poetry in Literature, lyric-writing has crossed my mind, but to save myself the embarrassment, I shan't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school stuff, I really should be doing a bunch of it right now, but - who cares? I know I won't be saying that come November when exams come around, and I'm very foolish for choosing to disregard it now. I've done nothing tonight but watch Family Guy, Pushing Daisies, 30 Rock, get fish and chips and Facebook. I did a half a page of my Media folio, too. Wow, when you stack the evening's events up together, you can tell my night really was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, "Why does John need to write songs?" I hear you ask. Well, John is a self-involved little boy whose seldom-updated and backlotted online blog isn't enough self-indulgence and feels that music would help him convey his emotions to a minority of people who care and a majority who don't. I think that as I've matured I can analyze my feelings a little better and figure out what's happening around me more straightforward (there's those Lit classes working for me once more).&lt;br /&gt;I think 'maturing' was a poor word to use there, since I'm just about to delve into the fact that I think I've changed and become less mature lately. I've become more crass, less sensitive, and all-round, more unpleasant. At least, that's how I'd view myself from a third-person standpoint. But why? Why have I changed my external personality so quickly? One word: fear. Much to my chagrin, I'll pull some valid comments from a philosophical text by... oh dear... I can't actually remember who. Anyway, they say that human beings act the way they do, relate with each other and create moral principles out of pure fear of one another. That's probably the reason I've changed myself, and once again, I don't know why I use words that aren't neccessary, like 'probably'. It's definitely the reason. At least, I guess, I'm not far off enough to not notice it (unlike some people I know). This probably (hell, this one's pretty close to 'definitely') sounds very pretentious of me to even bring up and sounds like I'm trying to better myself with intellectual benefit. Whatever, let's cast that aside. I've changed my personality because I'm afraid of the social aspect of teenage life. I'd bet everything I own that that's the same reason anybody else conforms to the values and principles that they were, at some point, against. My extra excuses and reasoning won't cut it, and, as much as I'd hate to face it, aren't fooling myself. For other teenagers in the same dilemma, I pray that they can take the blindfold off and see what they're really changing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't end a sentence on a preposition, John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, horribly confusing rambling aside, let's get down to the good (and bad) stuff: LOST FINISHES NEXT WEEK. Yes, six years of my life that I've devoted to that show is finally coming to fruition. Only two more episodes (the first of which airs tomorrow) and then it's over. Forever. I'm going to be so sad, I think I'll have to take a day off school (thank GOD with the time difference from America it'll be a Tuesday. Oh, how I hate Tuesdays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revior - until you read my blog again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3084669504853310515?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3084669504853310515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3084669504853310515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3084669504853310515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3084669504853310515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-talented-id-write-songs.html' title='If I were talented, I&apos;d write songs'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6355544774854811125</id><published>2010-01-26T12:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:45:56.225+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Australia Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Dare I say that the last 8 months of my life have been the most hectic of them all. It's been about that long since I posted an entry, so I'll quickly fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They FINALLY opened the Dick Smith in Frankston in late April. Since then we've changed management about four times. That's roughly the same amount of times something has happened to piss me off and I've wanted to quit. But since I'm getting good hours, the people there are nice and it's not a difficult job... I'll stick with it until school becomes too hard to balance. Shouldn't be too long now. Thankyou, year 12. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, year 11 has possibly been one of the best years, despite the work overload. It was balanced by the joy of going in to H Block every day. H Block has got to be my favourite place to go - I just love everyone there and the memories we make there will last a life time. I'm excited to see this new building they're replacing it with (since H is fair old), although knowing Bayside, it won't be built until after we've graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just my surroundings have changed over the last 8 months, but I certainly have changed a heck of a lot too. I think 2009 was my rebellious year where I really changed into letting myself take more risks and trying new things. Some of which I'm not proud of, but I still don't regret. Mistakes are needed to mould you into who you become - as HIMYM states it, there are some mistakes you just have to make.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that changed me in 2009 is the realization of my sexuality, something I had been denying for two years. In the back of my head I always knew I was gay, but I pushed it away until I couldn't fight it anymore. About half-way through the year I said "ah screw it" and faced facts. By that point everyone pretty much knew anyway. By the way, this doesn't impede my faith at all. I still believe in God and to all those people that think that God disowns homosexuals... sorry, but I have to disagree. Pretty sure God loves everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after my birthday I got into a relationship with an amazing guy. It was the best relationship I've ever been in. For anyone who knows me, you'd know that I don't fall for people easily, I never have. But this time something just clicked. Anyway, three months in, I get slapped with the "I'm not ready for this" speech and it's over. Words can't express the rejection I felt. Call it pessimistic or whatever, but it'll take me forever and a half to find anyone I am actually interested in again, if ever. I'm not conventional with my relationships (nor am I really conventional with anything) so finding someone that feels the same is very, very hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;After three weeks, I'm about 90% over it, but there's still that part of me that is incredibly depressed and wants to die. But I'm an optimistic specimen - I know things will turn around for me. It's the 'when' that I'm unclear about.&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, no, I don't think I'm a hopeless teenager with rampant hormones that solely control my brain. Emm jun hinm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to 2010 now, January has been pretty poor so far. NYE was okay, spending it with good mates at Emily's house, but there were certain things that made the night unenjoyable. In January I also got dumped and I've been spending most of the month anxious about school going back. Don't get me wrong, school is generally a fun place to be, it's mostly the subject chocie thing I'm worried about. It wasn't until yesterday (three days before school goes back) that I finally decided on my final subject. I'm not happy about it, but it'll have to do. The line-up is as follows: Literature, Media, Philosophy and Further Maths. Instead of Maths I was originally doing Psychology but I hated it during "roll-over" last year (the most wasteful two weeks of the year in which they attempt to kick-start students with no textbooks or preparation for year 12 by giving them 10 days of year 12 classes, feeding them information they will lose and/or forget by the time holidays are over) so I dropped it. Geez, I've changed subjects a lot over the past year, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's my life up until now. Now let's chat instead, talking to myself makes me feel ludacrous. :D Is that how you spell that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6355544774854811125?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6355544774854811125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6355544774854811125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6355544774854811125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6355544774854811125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2010/01/australia-day-2010.html' title='Australia Day 2010'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7043762124261856060</id><published>2009-04-05T08:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:23:28.719+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't written a blog in HOW LONG?</title><content type='html'>From the twenty-first of January to the fifth of April, blah blah, nostalgia, here's a quick recap, mostly for my benefit if I want to remember what I did in this time period at some point in the future. I'm just glad I keep a miniature diary with these events in them. Now, enjoy such events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saw the movie Role Models. It was retarded, but Elizabeth Banks is the greatest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As is one of Casey's annoying quirks, she invites herself to my house, even after I told her not to. What. A. Bitch. In the usual fashion of after-church dinnering, we decided to have BRINNER instead, an awesome idea of breakfast for dinner that we got off Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Australia Day. After work, I rushed down to Mornington as quick as I could to see Liston. She neglected to realize that due to the parade down main street, the bus took an alternative route, and her directions to where to get off were pointless. At night I went bowling with Guida and Sarah. Hot damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh this was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Australia Day. After work, I rushed down to Mornington as quick as I could to see Liston. She neglected to realize that due to the parade down main street, the bus took an alternative route, and her directions to where to get off were pointless. At night I went bowling with Guida and Sarah. Hot damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A 6:30am pick-up from Scott and we're off to Melbourne. Taking photos where we shouldn't, time lapses, what have you. Nicole joined us later. Twas rockin'. You can watch the time lapse video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqW6AZ0ckvI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First day of year 11. VCE welcomes me. I have about 6000 free periods a week. Went to Frankston with Kirk, Wes and Katherine afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After church, we went to Seaford beach and went "hammocking" as well with Alex, Evan and Miss Lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;VCE study/intro camp at some place in Flinders. The woman who owns the place had the personality of a dialtone and had ridiculous hair. Bradley says she reminded him of a prison warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I finish school at 12:15 on Wednesdays, I have since gone to work at 2. But this day, I started at 2:30. I guess this 2 o'clock thing hasn't sunk in yet. Of course, drama began again at 7pm that night. I ahve no break on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quite possibly the best day of the year so far. The Kate Miller-Heidke concert had finally dawned. With me were Zac and Special K (Kate and Kirk). I bought an over-priced poster that has since refused to stick to my wall, and she signed it for me. Her songs were so different than what we were expecting them to be live. There's photos on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=580602016&amp;amp;v=photos&amp;amp;viewas=580602016"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, and videos (which I took like 45 minutes of and cut it down to two 6-minute youtube clips) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcFwimdAf1c"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bz2oxNQc3mI&amp;amp;feature=related%3Ehere%3C/a%3E.%20The%20sound%20quality%20is%20crapola,%20which%20is%20weird%20because%20the%20files%20of%20recording%20from%20my%20camera%20had%20excellent%20sound%20quality.%20Curse%20you,%20windows%20movie%20maker%21%20You%20don%27t%20deserve%20capital%20letters%21%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cspan%20style="&gt;February 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Youth group started back for the term. Aussie Night kicked off the long list of nationality-related themed nights. Alicia did us the courtesy of hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After I did not want to go to church that night, Katherine, Erin and Miss Lay swung by my house anyway with, "John, get changed, get outside, Sarah Lay's waiting in the car." Ballam Park ahoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This marks the first day we had Vetamorphus peer group after school. Tis myself, Clare, Jake and Steph, led by Smackholer. Quite fun, and has occured every Monday since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a Media excursion to ACMI. It was interesting, but also sorta boring. Italino Night at youth, hosted by Evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, this week did involve work and VETA and drama and such, but meh. After school I bussed to Frankston with Liston and Zach, as we do often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mexican Night: Katie Hamiltone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marks the first time I worked the whole day shift at work. 8:30-5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sang at church that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;School photo day! Was it seriously only in February? Oh well. The people who did it this year, were AWESOME. But in getting the pics back about a week ago, it's obvious the formation of people that they put us in was awful-lookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Score! Finally get a close shift! Working 2-6 as of this Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, Frankston with Liston and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 27-March 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;VETA retreat weekend in Anglesea. Was a good weekend away, it was. Learned a lot about God and history of the Bible, and met so many new people. There's photos on my &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=580602016&amp;amp;v=photos&amp;amp;viewas=580602016"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I did communion at church Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, due to the text-messages about the fires that the coppers sent off the day before, we had today off school. Gnarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We sent Zach to go off to Frankston, and I instead kidnapped Liston (with Megan) this time, and brought them back to my place. Liston got addicted to playing Worms, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Insano Cafonkey Amazing Race Camp! AAAAH! The weekend with the youth down in Philip Island at the Jolly's ranch thing. It was so awesome. We had scavenger hunts and stuff to do around the Island, which were weird and fun, as is everything youth group. There's photos on my, you guessed it, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=580602016&amp;amp;v=photos&amp;amp;viewas=580602016"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. We went to Sarah Lay's/Mez Bickford's/Clare deGroot's place(s) after church for some chillaxin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Labour Day, which means no school and no VETA peer group this week. And, the band I was wearing around my wrist from the Kate MH show, which I had been wearing since and couldn't take off, even wearing it at work, broke and came off. I was so shattered. BUT, I beat Special K and Zac! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;School swimming day, which I wanted to go on sorta, but then I didn't. Haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instead of it being at the church, youth was at the Davey's, for New Zealand night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After work (the first Saturday shift I was supposed to work since Feb 21, thankyou two camps in a row) I went to Bianca's house, which was a foolish mistake, cos I was ever so tired. We continued our lost marathon (from December...) and watched another 4 episodes. Success, we're 16 episodes in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did welcoming at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went home from school at about 1ish, and being that it was a Thursday, I basically came for English, then four frees, then went home. I was so sick with an intense cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had the day off school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had the day off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually went to the morning service at church. Cos we had a Kids Connection meeting afterwards, which means in term 2, I'm gonna have to be there doing kids ministry, IN THE MORNING, almost every Sunday. So not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I sang at the night service, then we all went to Stacks Pancakes afterwards. Siq.&lt;br /&gt;Between the morning and night service, I went to Frankston with Katherine and Mollie, which was essentially a bad idea as I was recovering from being sick and didn't go home from about 9am-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being that I was behind in school work, and H block is easy to study in if there's no one in it, myself and Bianca stayed until about 4:30 doing work. Sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As part of VETA, I have to get a "mentor" to meet with a couple times during the year. I chose Alex-o. We went and sat in McDonald's for like two hours before moving to a graveyard. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was sick and missed Tom's Scottish Night the week before, so this week at youth was Pirates vs. Ninjas, hosted by Smack and Zoe. It was so much fun actually. Was originally meant to be India, but nooo, Alex has a joooob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually went to work that day. Amazing. That's 3/6 Saturday shifts I was meant to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, Thursdays. After English first-up, the next class I have is at 2:30, and the Easter service was on then. After staying to do some work that needed to be done at school, I went home. Kirk was smart and went home before 10. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LAST DAY OF TERM! Oh happy day, the tyranny of too much work and no more time is gone! For almost three weeks! And youth that night was the all-powerful Eurovision Song Contest, hosted by Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday. Now it's 4/7 Saturday shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually took the time to read my on-going saga of narcissism, I applaud thee. Now go outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7043762124261856060?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7043762124261856060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7043762124261856060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7043762124261856060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7043762124261856060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-havent-written-blog-in-how-long.html' title='I haven&apos;t written a blog in HOW LONG?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2101579797379491302</id><published>2009-01-21T22:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:20:26.077+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Unexpected sunburn</title><content type='html'>Sarah, Tash, Zac and I decided to hit Frankston beach today. Sure it was hilariously fun, but with dire results. Here's a list of pros and cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We dug a giant hole in the sand (about 1x2m big and like a metre deep)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to catch up, woot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Katherine working at subway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a half-conversation with a crazy woman at Subway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate lots of ice-cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here are the cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all got really retarded unwanted sunburns, in bizzare places in patches, which I originally thought was a rash and thought nothing of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah hates Kate Miller-Heidke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the beach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not many cons really, I just wanted to complain about this misleading red mark everywhere. It's all stingy and such! And yes, I really dislike the beach. It's wet and sandy and windy and uncomfortable and really not worth it. Find a swimming pool damn it, forget the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman in Subway... she was ahead of us in line, being served by Robert (see: Katherine's epic blog) as her child was getting a sub made. When asked what cheese she wanted, the girl said swiss or something and the mum corrected her, "no, she'll get cheddar." Then the girl complained that she wanted three cookies. "No, you're getting two." "But I want three." "Two." "three!" Then the woman screamed, disrupting us all, "TWO!" which we found hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had sat down, and Tash was casually discussing the prevelance of peanuts in food giving allergies. Zac had said something about the name of peanuts as opposed to regular nuts, I dunno, I wasn't really listening. Then we all just heard this, "BULLSHIT!" coming from elsewhere - it was that woman chiming in on the conversation. She was butting in about "she's right" and "you don't know what to say now, do ya!" to Zac, but was totally treating it like an argument rather than an enquiry about peanuts, and made it out like her BULLSHIT addition actually made a difference and was a valid point of argument. Naturally, we found all this hilarious and kept quoting her the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic, I bought a ticket for Kate Miller-Heidke yesterday. She's playing at the Zoo on the 5th of Feb. Anyone that wants to come with, feel free. I'm trying to get Scott and Zac to come, and Special K (the collective name for Kirk and Kate) are coming too. It shall be rather exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2101579797379491302?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2101579797379491302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2101579797379491302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2101579797379491302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2101579797379491302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-sunburn.html' title='Unexpected sunburn'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4894412826596515137</id><published>2009-01-16T23:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:21:04.888+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>What could make this situation better? Oh, I know! The Holocaust!</title><content type='html'>The book for English I have to read before school goes back is titled "Night", by Elie Wiesel. It's the author's auto-biography cleverly wrapped in fiction, sort of - it's his survival tale of The Holocaust in novel form. Sure, it's boring and depressing. But reading it sure beats staring at metrosexuals on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only thirty pages in, and it hasn't gotten exciting at all. It's gonna be Generals Die In Bed all over again, the book we studied at the end of last year about life in WWI. In fact, the writing style is basically the same. So far, it's been jumping to plot points so quickly by using misguided, 5-word sentences. "Dad said we have to move. The next morning, we all got up and moved to the ghetto." What the hell is that?! Being that the book is about such a dramatic event, I was expecting something a little more thrilling. I hate reading, I really do. English class has ruined books for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4894412826596515137?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4894412826596515137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4894412826596515137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4894412826596515137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4894412826596515137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-could-make-this-situation-better.html' title='What could make this situation better? Oh, I know! The Holocaust!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7273928871883216993</id><published>2009-01-08T21:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:32:45.181+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>I am really the laziest person I know...</title><content type='html'>I blame glandular fever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'd probably better get diagnosed with it first.&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I have it though.&lt;br /&gt;Hypochondriaaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I haven't been on Blogger in almost a month. What have I been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've become quite addicted to Facebook as of late. I'm actually on it more than MySpace now. It's like a mature MySpace for older people. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention we got a cat? We got a cat. His name is Jax, and he's cute and cuddly and annoying at times. Just like kittens are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working at southland still. only yesterday did we get the word that the store is confirmed for the first week of March. How incredibly annoying! But I'm liking work. It'd be 99% awesome if I didn't have to travel so much for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine and I decided to host a New Years party in her backyard with as many youth group people as possible. Besides us, we had 9 guests. It was awesome-town. I brought my computer to use as a jukebox. At like 11:45, the word was, "Let's go to the beach!", rendering the entire party moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted (like there was a test) into Vetamorphus; a Christian bible-study peer-group one-year VCE VET course. Enough adjectives? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;The first major retreat is at the end of February. Quite good. School starts back on the 28th of Jan. Now I'm wondering, when are we gonna have peer groups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of peer-group leaders, my future one, Miss Sarah Mason, got married to one maths teacher Andrew Backholer last week. It was a beautiful occasion, and basically a Bayside reunion. Success for marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the happiness, I'm in a fairly crap mood right now. Thanks for not noticing. Well, I tried to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good... season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7273928871883216993?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7273928871883216993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7273928871883216993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7273928871883216993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7273928871883216993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-really-laziest-person-i-know.html' title='I am really the laziest person I know...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3512677055816739013</id><published>2008-12-15T10:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:56:49.025+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>200 Lessons</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the much-coveted Helen O' Grady Drama Academy senior youth theatre for the Morno Peninsula... production. It was your typical HelenO play, except this one didn't have group lines (because we changed it). Held at Cube 37, and really, really short, it was lame but exhilirating. It was titled 'The Legend of Tim Sandy' and I got a 200 lessons plaque (5 years)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to loveable contractors, the opening date of Dick Smith Frankston has been pushed back again. Last I heard, the store was being fitted on the 18th of January. Now I'm hearing that won't let the place actually be open until the end of Jan/start of Feb. Brilliant. Just when I'm starting VCE and going on VCE camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the moment I'm working Wednesday and Thursday afternoons in DSE Southland, so come visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3512677055816739013?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3512677055816739013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3512677055816739013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3512677055816739013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3512677055816739013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-much-coveted-helen-o.html' title='200 Lessons'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7045810463561927663</id><published>2008-12-02T17:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:07:05.132+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VCE'/><title type='text'>Just a lil' taste of VCE</title><content type='html'>You know how some schools have "rollover"? I hate that. We had one day of VCE today, like an orientation to all of our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes for next year are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Methods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HHD (3 and 4, so there was no orientation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Media&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VETamorphus (no orientation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So 4 subjects in 7 blocks gives me ample free periods :D OH, AND FREE PIZZA AT LUNCH TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, English seems hard. A book to read over the holidays (please, just an assignment-free holiday? PLEASE?!) and complicated outcomes. Please, no. And I hope I got Rietveld instead of Creek as my teacher... ugh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Scott very much ruined IT for me by telling me I'll "have fun" and that "Dr Hopkins talks too slow". Which he does. I won't have fun at all! There's 9 people in that class, and one of which is a girl, 5 of which are year nines (10s for next year). Oh boy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Methods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only Tom and myself are Methods people who did General this year, something Walker was not pleased about. He thinks we won't cope in Methods without doing it in year 10. He's probably right, but we told him that we chose to do General, but Curtis-Morris suggested we do Methods because we're both in IT. I bet we'll swap out of it at some point next year.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've gotta say, I'm really excited about Media. Mrs Rivera, I've never had her, but I will now. The class is fairly big, 17 people next year, compared to like 10 or so that were in it this year. Everyone has different skills in different areas of media too, so group work will be perfeeect.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow is free dress day because of presentation night that night (I'm so not going in lieu of drama) and Thursday is a pointless excursion to Queen Vic for HHD and Food Tech people. Then Friday is a 9/10 break-up at AMF and then the year is over! Success!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9145047387030411066-7045810463561927663?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7045810463561927663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7045810463561927663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7045810463561927663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7045810463561927663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-lil-taste-of-vce.html' title='Just a lil&apos; taste of VCE'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6192860250861684340</id><published>2008-11-24T19:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:54:15.295+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My life is taking its toll on me</title><content type='html'>It's amazing. I'm only 16 and yet I have such a hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at Dick Smith. But until it opens in Frankston I have to get to Southland constantly for training. Now whenever anyone mentions Southland to me, I die a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;I've got exams this week. I arranged for it to be two days instead of three because I have to work on Friday. &gt;.&lt;. In Hawthorn at the regional office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bizarre I think. I'm always on my phone now. Kirk pointed out that I even answer my calls in class, which are often from work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I half-cause a shoplifting last week on my first face shift. I put down a laptop behind me for like 15minute holding for a couple that had already bought it. I put it down there like their salesman told me to. Then we couldn't find it. Like an hour later we discovered it had been stolen less than 10 seconds after I put it on the ground. Some dude just reached over the counter and took it, and there were three of us there. How weird is that! The thing is, I got a call from the assistant manager last week (oddly enough during school) telling me not to worry about it and was just looking out for me. But according to a text message I got telling me I had a missed call from her (even though I didn't get one), and I'm just anxious that it might be to fire me. Eugh. I'm really not having a good couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only solace is that after Friday I basically have not-- wait, that's such a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I've still got more training at some point in Southland before the store opens on the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;And my drama play is about a week after that, something we're all completely underprepared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't this year be over NOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6192860250861684340?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6192860250861684340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6192860250861684340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6192860250861684340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6192860250861684340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-is-taking-its-toll-on-me.html' title='My life is taking its toll on me'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-927945189865463703</id><published>2008-11-09T11:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:07:29.962+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>101 reasons not to have an iPhone</title><content type='html'>I know that the iPhone has been out in Australia for a little while, and it's got an aurora-esque hype built around it simply because it's an Apple product. Well, I looove Apple computers and such because they kick ass compared to PCs (mainly in the won't-kamikaze-for-no-reason category) but bringing out this new, pointless phone crosses the line into "unneccesary product excitement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how caveman the iPhone is in comparison to other recent phones? The iPhone is advertised as being an iPod, a phone, and an internet communications device, ALL IN ONE. That's right, an internet communications device. Not only is that a fancy way of saying "it has GPRS, just like every other mobile", but it plugs it as an iPod too - a word that doesn't even exist. There's no such thing as an iPod! It's just an mp3 player that happens to have the marketed Apple logo branded on the back of it like cattle in a barnyard! There is no justification as to why the iPod excels over other mp3 players. So what, it stores songs. It doesn't even store the most amount of songs from any mp3 player (you know, like a memory-card-changeable mp3?). When you get an iPod or an iPhone, your allotted usage is fixed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the basis of the iPhone not doing things pretty much every other phone can, the iPhone can't perform the simplest task but covers up for it by acquiring something else. For example, the iPhone can't send MMS messages, but never fear! It still has a touch screen (oh great, some smudgy piece of thumbprint town)! I don't get the hype about touch screens. It's just gonna get destroyed within a day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another list of things the iPhone continues to fail in: smaller resolution than other phones; can't record video; can't customize ringtones; no third-party applications allowed; can't voice dial; can't record audio; can't instant message; and it can't even be recharged when the battery completely dies, instead, Apple gets to take care of that for you by you sending your iPhone to them for fixing. How useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, you get all these arbitrary, highly common functions in a compacted Apple product for 5 times the price of a phone that could do all this itself. I bet if the iPhone was human, it'd be pompous and pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get an iPhone. I know I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-927945189865463703?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/927945189865463703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=927945189865463703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/927945189865463703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/927945189865463703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/11/101-reasons-not-to-have-iphone.html' title='101 reasons not to have an iPhone'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3908134562972281652</id><published>2008-11-01T14:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:20:05.778+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>An incredible eight-foot heap!</title><content type='html'>Sorry. Listening to Len.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted a blog. I kind of planned on doing one in October, but couldn't be bothered. Now it's the FIRST of November. What are the odds?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you missed the epic LAN party, you are a shameful human being. Scott, Andrew and I organized a LAN party in my church's hall - an incredible two days of food gorging, prize winning, player-beating and fire starting. Oops! Did I say fire starting?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, for the whole of the two days, I set up my camera (yes, I got an uber 8.1mp camera for my birthday, which was the 2nd, and the lan was the 3rd-4th) to take a photo of the room every 30 seconds. Dare I say, mission accomplished; except when my camera died and needed charging. Here's a video link of what the time lapse ended up looking like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHhjNaatyG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/XHhjNaatyG4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;It was my sixteenth birthday on October 2nd. :D I had such an incredibly hectic day. Let me see if I can remember everything I did...&lt;br /&gt;Had to be in Southland at 9am for a 2nd interview for Dick Smith (not the Southland one, the new one in Frankston) and I brought Katherine with me, something she was not happy with, having to get up so early. :D Buahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went for my Learner's test at about 1:30 that day. Totally passed by one question I believe. But for some reason, I needed a doctor's certificate because I'm on medication before I could get my actual licence; something I didn't get t do till the following Tuesday, when I then got my L's, but came back the day after because the girl didn't give me the log book. Goth, don't you just hate VicRoads?&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on my birthday day, I donated blood that afternoon at about four. Dare I say, that was the funnest experience I'd had in a while. I highly reccommend it. I got a blood donor card back a few days ago, where I found out my blood type is A-Pos. Same as Casey! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Then that night I went out for dinner with the family, and then had to be in bed early so I could get up at 5 and go to the LAN party early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Speaking of things involving Andrew and Scott, they roped me into joining them on the recent Science astronomy assignment, where we filmed an 8-minute movie over 2 days about the sun (another occasion involving a time lapse that my camera did). Here's another YouTube link to my time lapse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLCoIuvElMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/hLCoIuvElMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Quickly, last week I sang at church for the first time. Something Mason got me into doing after hearing me sing at the school's music night. :D it was exhilirating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Sorry about the really long blog.&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3908134562972281652?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3908134562972281652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3908134562972281652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3908134562972281652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3908134562972281652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/11/incredible-eight-foot-heap.html' title='An incredible eight-foot heap!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2924729370439758929</id><published>2008-09-22T18:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:23:20.180+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><title type='text'>11 Hours of Katherine</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the term ended on Friday. To commemorate, Katherine, Mollie and I began an old tradition of going to the city constantly for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I met Mollie at the station at 10. Then we caught the train towards the city and Katherine got on at Seaford. Once we got to Flinders Street, we took a leisurely walk along the Yarra and found the Melbourne version of "the place". If your name is Zoe you'll probably get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was sorta hungry, so by around noon we were at Southbank but didn't eat anything because I'm a cheapskate. Sooo we walked out of Southbank, back to the Yarra and Katherine reeeeally wanted to go through the market, although it was teriffically boring. After escaping the packedness that was the Yarra market, we could've either turned around for 10 metres and crossed over the bridge above us over the river but for some reason kept walking and got to the ferris wheel on the other side (that was pretty much adjacent to the previous bridge) like 15 minutes later. Snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: on the ferris wheel (that Mollie paid for, thanks!) Mollie decided we should rock it, so her and Katherine in particular kept rocking it around as I talked to the people behind us as often as possible and Vega played on the speaker in the gondola. Vega was soon interrupted with the control man's voice telling us to stop shaking the thingy. o.O Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we passed by Federation Square and texted various jumping-related and Helga-related messages to the wall, NONE OF WHICH EVER CAME UP. How stingy is that? So we went and got Subway (well katherine did) then we got the city circle to the Docklands park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think there's any better park. Mollie was dead or tired or something so Katherine and I had fun and took pictures on those big metallic circles. Afterwards we went to the State Library and had some learning fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's about 3:30 now and we caught the train back to Frankston from Melb Central and got there at about 10 to 5, though it was packed with Melb Show scum people. After stalling for half an hour and having Mollie go home, katherine and I decided to walk to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rostered on welcoming so we stood at the door saying hello to people. Kirk and Kate eventually showed up (they are totally going out) and Katherine and I persuaded as many people as possible to come to La Porchetta's with us afterwards. Eventually, Kirk, Kate, Alex, Evan, Katie, Zac and Dave Bailey came with us and we had lots of pizza and funtime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 9 the PCC church group also showed up which was really obscure as most of them are from Bayside. Now there isn't much of a story after this, so we all went home and I spent 11 hours with Katherine yesterday, not a minute of it at each other's houses. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2924729370439758929?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2924729370439758929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2924729370439758929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2924729370439758929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2924729370439758929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-hours-of-katherine.html' title='11 Hours of Katherine'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8928740940771109110</id><published>2008-08-31T11:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:41:02.330+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Aida</title><content type='html'>Woo! Last night, Katherine and I went to see John Paul College's final show of Aida. It's somewthing written by Elton John I think about Egyptian love affairs. I knew like six people in it so it was pretty awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine and I were at my place then Brittany's dad came and picked us up. We went inside eventually, and Charlee and Miki were in it at the start, and about everywhere else as dancers. It was intense! Haha. Afterwards, Miki was crying so much it became really awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my school to do Aida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8928740940771109110?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8928740940771109110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8928740940771109110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8928740940771109110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8928740940771109110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/08/aida.html' title='Aida'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3040096479357143844</id><published>2008-08-07T20:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:41:26.633+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Alicia</title><content type='html'>Baby Alicia. She's tough, she's loud, she's new. She's plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is actually Grace Faith Bayside, but I hate it, and already told Alicia Backholer I'd name it after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeep, a few days ago I had the renowned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health and Human Development baby&lt;/span&gt; to take care of. This year the school got a new state-of-the-art model, 2008, full pro. I had it on Monday and Tuesday, until Wednesday morning. 48 hours of epic fake baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of the key-in-the-back-to-make-it-shaddap thing, we got a waterproof wristband this time that you have to sensor to the baby so it recognizes you as the parent. I got 96% of good care over the two days - missed a feeding, a diaper change, roughly handled it and let its head drop back. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I say, that one of those weren't my fault? The missed feeding happened on Tuesday during Maths when it cried and wouldn't shut up, so Clare and I took it outside because my wristband wasn't working. When it's recognized, it makes a chiming noise, and the chime didn't take, so I didn't know what the hell was going on. Also, I think the diaper change may not've been my fault MAYBE. Because on Wednesday morning I managed to chime it, but it was still crying, and nothing worked, but I think I may've been half asleep and tried changing it and putting the same nappy back on. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simulation was supposed to start at 9, but after Fiona had it on the weekend, it charged for two hours and it started at 11am on Monday. It didn't make a peep till 12:30 and Mrs. Cooper kept poking her head in and telling me off for not holding it properly. Haha! Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually figured out what cry means what, as you do, and that after lots of feeding/changing, which is almost ALL it does, it'll be silent for a few hours and go to sleep. It made really weird breathing noises every 8 seconds. On Monday night, it only woke me up once, at four, which I think was really peculiar. It was silent for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was a bit different, it woke me up 4 times and cried 10 times during that block, but I didn't really mind. It's just annoying when you're in the shower and have to turn it off to feed it for 20 minutes, naked. Judging by the hours of silence thing I mentioned, I figured it'd do that again when I showered Wednesday morning, so I showered at 4:30 again. I agree with Casey - you eventually just give up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO. HEALTH. AND. HUMAN. DEVELOPMENT.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3040096479357143844?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3040096479357143844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3040096479357143844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3040096479357143844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3040096479357143844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-alicia.html' title='Baby Alicia'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7404914952940111163</id><published>2008-07-26T17:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:23:29.366+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>Is this jumping the gun a bit?</title><content type='html'>I just rearranged my room for two hunger-inducing hours to get a 2nd desk in here to plug in and utilise my new Macintosh computer. I don't even have the monitor(s) yet. Is this jumping the gun a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dresser's in my wardrobe to make room for a desk; moved some boxes under my bed to make room for the dresser; moved my bed (vertically, temporarily) to slide the boxes under there; moved my mattress to move my bed; moved my chair and vacuum to move my mattress... it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to buy some monitors off Andrew for el cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7404914952940111163?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7404914952940111163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7404914952940111163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7404914952940111163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7404914952940111163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-jumping-gun-bit.html' title='Is this jumping the gun a bit?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7905627944999170076</id><published>2008-07-17T14:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:12:16.607+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>S Block</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of the semester. I'm not at school today cos I'm fairly sure I've pulled a muscle in my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That building that spent an extra 2 months in the making (finished by May, my foot) at school was finally ready... at the last second yesterday morning. Early morning. It's been named S Block, although the woman who organizes the building names and timetables and such didn't realize that we already have an S Block. It's the sport shed. So bye bye, sport shed! You're becoming part of Q Block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the building is pretty radical. It's mostly a senior science block, with a large science room in the back, two smaller ones, and two general purpose classrooms with a foyer. Nobody took into account that the foyer needed a room number as with the other rooms, so now a lot of the rooms have changed after they printed the timetable, although it says 'final'. As all Bayside kids know, a 'final timetable' is never final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7905627944999170076?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7905627944999170076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7905627944999170076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7905627944999170076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7905627944999170076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-block.html' title='S Block'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5481299575366694194</id><published>2008-07-08T10:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:47:12.137+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><title type='text'>Past, Present and Future Plans</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick update on my nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an exciting day I suppose. I burned a CD for Mason and walked to Leawarra station to collect Zoe. We walked back to my place, wrote a letter for her and AB, and tried putting it in her car, but eventually ended up in AB's letterbox. I wonder if he's checked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda pointless as we saw them about 20 minutes later while we were waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been trying to get my hands on Lost Season 2, but it's so hard! You can only ever find 1 + 3! But not 2! It's awful. Also I'm going to try and convince my mudja to change our crappy Bigpond internet plan, cos I found out last night we're on 256k... eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided about a week ago what my plans are for my 16th birthday, although it's not till October. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go get my L's in the morning. I've been doing the practise test online occasionally and it's pretty easy; most of it is common sense anyway (if you're feeling tired, the incorrect answer would be to wind your windows down and crank the radio up). Then that afternoon, I'll go use my newfound ID to donate blood! I was on the donateblood.com.au website last night and apparently you have to BOOK a donation?! Feh! I just wanted to rock up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufwaffle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5481299575366694194?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5481299575366694194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5481299575366694194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5481299575366694194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5481299575366694194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-present-and-future-plans.html' title='Past, Present and Future Plans'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4981286823015849852</id><published>2008-07-01T19:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:07:38.699+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>How's your son doing at school?</title><content type='html'>My mum's is doing pretty well. Due to my awesome semester one report, I've been bugging her every single day about buying me something as some parents do for their kids when their reports are good. I've never asked or anything. It's not abnormal if my report is fine cos they usually are. I only had 7 subjects this year after I totally dropped PE. The school got a new report system this year so the old thing with the X's in the approripate box (that didn't always line up when I typed it out) is a nogo. I like it better this way. Eh, find out yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACEDEMIC PROGESS REPORT for&lt;br /&gt;JOHN GLOVER&lt;br /&gt;Semester One 2008&lt;br /&gt;Year: Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Home Group Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the first 10 minutes of the day. Mr. Woodbridge likes to ramble, but it's okay. Stef asked after a devotion recently, totally misleading thinking that she'd ask about the devotion, but said, "can we get out before the bell for once?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniform: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Punctuality: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Manners/Attitude: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Involvement in Class Devotions: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has been in the following activities this semester:&lt;br /&gt;Open Day Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home Group involves marking the attendance roll, listening to relevant Daily Bulletin notices, and participating in a short devotional time. This semester our Home Group has addressed the You Can Do It concepts of Getting Along and Confidence, and each of the students has been given the opportunity to lead a devotion. John shared with the Home Group about his baptism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days absent: 7&lt;br /&gt;Days late: 0&lt;br /&gt;(as if I haven't been late, just never brought a late pass to class :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Dramatic Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Overall grade: C+&lt;br /&gt;This particular subject involves drama and media in one. I miss having Shad to teach this, but Ms. Sayer is still pretty awesome. We share it with the year 9s though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal journal reflections: C (I never really did them)&lt;br /&gt;Group docudrama performance and production: B&lt;br /&gt;Monologue script and performance: A+&lt;br /&gt;Written test: C&lt;br /&gt;Docudrama script: C+&lt;br /&gt;She didn't put the Exam on there for some reason, but if I recall, C+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John is a well mannered and enthusiastic contributor in class and usually strives to do his best. He has produced some good individual results this semester and consistently demonstrated an attidue of co-operation and positive engagement within the group context. John is a pleasure to teach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- English&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Overall grade: B+&lt;br /&gt;English was pretty tough this semester. As Mrs. Cooper likes to call it, "introduction for VCE English." We did stuff like persuasive essays, speeches, film breakdowns, yadda yadda... I enjoyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: A&lt;br /&gt;Language: A+&lt;br /&gt;Writing: B+&lt;br /&gt;Speaking and Listening: B&lt;br /&gt;Exam: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John is working consistently to achieve pleasing results, overall a very high B+. John's writing is wonderfully expressed as he manipulates language to convey a clear message. he domestrates a sound ability to write in different forms, following the criteria set in class and his exam result of 88% clearly displays his excellent grasp of the concepts and skills covered this semester. John is encouraged to engage more in class, seeking assistance when needed, to ensure he is fully prepared for VCE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade: C+&lt;br /&gt;At school, Bible class is kinda boring. We did a lot of the chapter John. The assignment on it, I never actually finished... oops. I believe during the exam Casey and I were passing notes. She wrote me a full page one cos I did it to her earlier, and I gave the note back to her with all the spelling, grammar and punctuation corrected in red pen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test: A&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Year Exam: D+&lt;br /&gt;Gospel of John Assignment: NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Effort: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John has worked well in Bible throughout the semester, obtaining good results in formal testing and passing the difficult mid-year exam. His behaviour has been consistently good. Our Gospel of John assignment was too late for inclusion in this report. John has completed a good semester's work in this subject."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade: A&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this subject! Physics was hard as ever, but Chemistry was really simple. We did a lot of stuff about learning the periodic table, which was simple enough when we had to know the first 20. AJ made this subject such a pleasure, he's such a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Theory Work: S&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Practical Work: S&lt;br /&gt;Physics Test: B&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Theory Work: S&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Elements Assignment: A+&lt;br /&gt;Exam: A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John achieved excellent marks this semester in Science. He was quiet and diligent, working consistently and showing competency. His theory work for both Physics and Chemistry was at a very high standard. The Physics Test was quite hard, yet John managed a very good mark of 70%. John excelled in the Chemistry unit, showing a great grasp of the concepts explored. His elements assignment was terrific, in which he produced a representation of Neon. His mark for the Chemistry Test (96%) and Exam (92%) were very pleasing. He is to be commended for such a good effort this semester."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade: C&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly the worst subject I ever had, have or will have. Sif I'm doing it in year 11. I hate History! It happened! Get over it! Mrs. Hooper is awesome though! Too bad History totally sucks nard... We did a lot on WWI and such. I don't get the timeline of wars,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt; I finished my exam so early that I wrote the lyrics to two songs on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaker Morant Film Assignment: A+&lt;br /&gt;Western Front Newspaper Article: A&lt;br /&gt;Boer War Essay: B&lt;br /&gt;Gallipoli Response: B&lt;br /&gt;Exam: D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has been a pleasure to teach John this semester as he is a co-operative pleasant student. John has achieved consistently pleasing results in his assignments and essays, particularly his review of Breaker Morant. Unfortunately John's exam result did not live up to the standard that he has achieved in his assignments this semester. Although he completed the exam 40 minutes early, he did not use his time constructively and as a result did not achieve a grade comparable to his ability. It is hoped that he will displa a more mature attitude in the end of year exams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- General Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade: A+&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SICK OF WRITING THESE THINGS. But I really have nothing better to do. Even though my teacher is well-renowned youth leader and radical dude, AB, I keep accidentally calling him "Mr Backholer" cos other people occasionally do. I suck at Maths, big time. Must be something about having AB that made me do well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests: A+&lt;br /&gt;Bookwork: S&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: S&lt;br /&gt;Exam: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Effort: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John is without a doubt the leader in academic excellence in his class. His test results are consistently near-perfect and his homework is consistently up-to-adte. He was the only student to hand up both components of the assignment on the due date. John aims to keep inappropriate classroom discussion to a minimum, causing no significant problems within the classroom climate, and he often uses his class time to assist other students who may be struggling. John's first semester result is very pleasing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Health and Human Development Unit 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade: S (VCE subjects are out of S and NS for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;By far, my favourite subject. With my favourite teacher, Mrs. Hooper! Well, I don't know if I like her or AB more. But still, she's awesome. We've covered a lot of the lifespan and forms of health and development, particularly on adolescents. I'm so glad I chose this for my VCE subject. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome 1 (Ryan's Health and Human Development Case Study): A+&lt;br /&gt;Outcome 2 (Casey Study - the transition from Childhood to Adulthood): A+&lt;br /&gt;Outcome 3 (A written report - Youth health challenges): A&lt;br /&gt;Exam: A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude to Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Homework: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Organisation: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;Self Direction as a Learner: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John has been an enthusiastic member of this class, contributing to class discussion with some very interesting insights. In the three Outcomes this semester John achieved 46/50, 46/50 and an A. For Outcome 3, john chose the topic of "Depression". His report was well researched and informative. For the mid-year exam John achieved 100%, he had studied well and wrote some terrific answers. Teaching this class has been one of the highlights of my teaching career and John has been among those students who have contributed to this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN,&lt;/span&gt; at the end of my report was some little thing Rebecca from FremantleMedia filled out about my time on work experience. Really not important. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certificate of Achievemeeeeeent *harmonious*&lt;br /&gt;What a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yesterday, Katherine, Mollie and I went to Southland (among other places) and I printed 55 6x4 inch photos that are now all over my wall. Loving it.&lt;br /&gt;I should really get a picture of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4981286823015849852?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4981286823015849852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4981286823015849852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4981286823015849852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4981286823015849852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/07/hows-your-son-doing-at-school.html' title='How&apos;s your son doing at school?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6465102540614395052</id><published>2008-06-22T13:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:34:09.124+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faint'/><title type='text'>I'm so light-headed...</title><content type='html'>as I fainted for the first time today!&lt;br /&gt;About an hour ago, I was standing near the window to get some sunlight, because I was digging at my palm with a pin cos I think I have a splinter in there from Lachlan dragging me around on the floor Friday night. That crazy boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blood doesn't spook me at all. My hand wasn't even bleeding, but I could see it building up under my skin like a bubble. Gross. I gave up cos my hands got sweaty and I put the pin down, then my vision started to fade... so I put my hands on the ironing board and stuff to get some leverage. Mother's expression was all like "wtf" and she came over to me and tried to stand me upright, but I pretty much fell unconscious in her arms, swooning. :D Kinda awkward, as her leg is still a bit stuffed, and she was trying to hold me up. How unpleasant for her poor kneecap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she's coming along nicely. She can walk really well without the crutches now. She doesn't even have to put both her feet on the one step to walk up the stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was out like 30-40 seconds, of course to me it felt like five, and when I came to I had no idea what was going on. Took ages for my vision to kick in again. Fainting is amazing! And disturbing! But exhilirating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wow. Am I that deranged? Except for the headache I have afterwards, it was pretty exciting. Get the blood pumpin'. Pretty sure I would've left a sweat patch on the couch, lying there afterwards, I was so sweaty and my lips were white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change to a new topic, shall we? Last night was the school's trivia night, "Are you smarter than a Baysider?" There was only like, six, I think, people from my year level there, and our table came second after the table with our principal, head of the sub-school and a pile of other teachers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cooper was going nuts. Casey and I decided that she was drunk. We'll remind her of the evening on Monday when she's sober... unless she works while intoxicated. We also couldn't find Ms. Sayer, and just assumed she went outside for a cigarette, so we gave her an ashtray later (even if it was a candle holder that looked suspiciously a lot like an ashtray).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it was a hilarious and fun night. Agh, you should've been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6465102540614395052?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6465102540614395052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6465102540614395052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6465102540614395052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6465102540614395052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-light-headed.html' title='I&apos;m so light-headed...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-739564862830283903</id><published>2008-06-16T12:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:30:31.930+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday the 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Youth Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYG'/><title type='text'>Maybe it's not just a phrase...</title><content type='html'>The epically bad luck day: Friday the 13th. My mum fell UP (yes, up) the stairs and shattered some bone on her kneecap. She'll be on crutches for a while. The spooky part is that on the February Friday the 13th in 2004 (that's how I remember) she fell up the stairs and stuffed her arm up; it was in a cast for a while. Want it tog et SPOOKIER?! Both 13ths in question here, there were injections at school. In the wise, wise words of Jo Leddy, "I think your mum should stay bedbound on Friday the 13ths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that it dates back religiously - Jesus dying on a Friday, and that there were 13 people a his death/resurrection (I forget which one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is a Monday, and although I have no plans for the whole day, I'm STILL too lazy to write about SYG, even though it was a tremendously fun experience. I will, however, show you what awards I got afterwards at the Soggies:&lt;br /&gt;*The best gloves - and not giving people ideas&lt;br /&gt;*Most philosophical and best quote - "I've been coming here 3 years and I've never seen those hills before"&lt;br /&gt;*Best as doing the Nutbush whilst walking&lt;br /&gt;*Most random person (Josh Clover).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first one, I seriously have no idea who could've wrote that. I think someone was bugging me about what to write on the encouragement wall and I had no idea. That quote, was quite possibly the first thing I said to Sarah Keel all camp, and it's pretty dumb of me considering there are pretty much hills in every direction you look. Zoe and I were doing the Nutbush outside the radio station cos that song was on, then tried doing it as we walked back to Frankstonland, and my Frankston lanyard quite clearly says "John Glover" but the guy at Sacred Space thought it said Josh Clover. Admittedly, not a terribly bad name, considering I'm Irish and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random anecdote. I've started saying "bueno" when I answer my phone now. Mother called me on Friday and after I said bueno, nothing happened. *Pause* "I said, 'bueno'?" "Oh! I thought you said hang on."&lt;br /&gt;HAH. What a story without a plot that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-739564862830283903?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/739564862830283903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=739564862830283903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/739564862830283903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/739564862830283903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-its-not-just-phrase.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s not just a phrase...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7072637726268769433</id><published>2008-06-13T16:51:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:29:40.438+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday the 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Youth Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Stupid Sarah Lay. Totally stole my idea for a blog title.&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding everyone it was friday the 13th today. Haha, take that random year 9 &amp;amp; 10 girls who had cervical cancer injections! :) Bad luck, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite the terrible coldness (quite possibly the coldest school morning in all the realm) I had a terrific day. Got the results of my first VCE exam I ever did, Health and Human Development - 100%. YEAH BABY. I'm so proud. Totally not gloating or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Zach and I got 100% out of everybody, and he technically got 84.5 out of 85 (actually, I was recounting mine like everyone else did, it was actually out of 87, and he got 86.5) but as a percentage it's st00pad to write 99.5% so, hey, why not do what we all love to do, and round up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on writing a whole blog on the following, but I'm not sure if I could be bothered. The Lost season four finale last week. Anybody that watches the show - best episode ever, right?! I'd totally spoil it, but... actually, I may. Highlight the following to see what happened... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The island was finally moved under Jacob's instructions, but Ben did it to sacrifice himself, because the person who moves it can never go back. Cept, he moved the island and it completely disappeared, leaving nothing but a tabula rasa of ocean. The freighter exploded, killing Michael and possibly Jin. We finally got to see the Oceanic Six escape. What the hell happened to Claire? She's not gonna be in the show next season. :( Locke became the leader of the Others. In the flashforwards, a man named Jeremy Bentham kept visiting the Oceanic Six and telling them to go back to the island (although they all knew that wasn't his name). Turns out Jeremy Bentham is Locke's alias - and he was the guy in the coffin in Jack's depressed flashforward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE THAT SHOW SO MUCH. If it were alive, I'd buy it things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a slacker. I still haven't written about SYG. One day I'm gonna forget everything about it before I documented it. I'll have to brainstorm with people tonight... and after the SYG awards, the Soggies, are presented tonight. Eh... I'll write it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7072637726268769433?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7072637726268769433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7072637726268769433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7072637726268769433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7072637726268769433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6424567319702562408</id><published>2008-06-12T21:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:28:36.150+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Walk Like An Egyptian!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I was listening to that song. Gotta love The Bangles.&lt;br /&gt;and pardon my postage of two blogs in one day. It's so unlike me! But somehow, I'm in the mood, and I just felt the need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my baptism (just over a month ago) Digger and Masonagall gave me this awesome book called Total Devotion, with a little devo in it for every day of the year. If I was the type of person that didn't ahve a problem with defacing books, I'd so have put little notes in it and stuff. (Oh, and I need to get a bookmark.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I've only read three or four pages of it so far, although Mason gave it to me at school like 2 or 3 weeks ago. For a little while it was in my locker, then my bag, and it's been out into my house for about ten days now. Hey, whenever I realize it's there on the coffee table, I have a read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read one earlier on today that seemed to stick into my mind. It was called "To Die or to Die". It was about (excuse me if this is way off, this is what I took out of it) how the choices we make affect our involvement in God's plan for us. The thing I love about this book is that it doesn't just spell things out in black and white and expects you to understand it - it gives you Bible verses, it elaborates simply, gives you examples of what teenagers do and stuff (it even givs them names!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one featured a kid named Tadd, whose friends were encouraging him to beat up some random "wuss" just cos he could, and for acceptance, although Tadd felt super, super bad about it. And just like a soap, the story LEFT WITH A CLIFFHANGER ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT HE PUNCHED THE GUY. How frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Read Mark 8:31-38. What did Jesus say was the toughest thing about following him?" Here's Mark 8:34: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." &lt;/span&gt;Allow me to explain what that means just like the book had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in dilemmas like Tadd's you're faced with two choices - One that will give you social acceptance but disappoint God; another that makes you a recluse but hey, God's proud of yah! I believe the point this story was making was - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the point of picking the wrong path? &lt;/span&gt;Either way we die and into God's hands. Jesus had said that anyone devoted to him must imitate him. To "deny yourself and take up the cross". Swap your way, for his way, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, me, picking out those last couple of sentences, kinda of hypocritical, as I'm no Jesus. But hey, I'm getting there! You can't"imitate" him overnight. It's still been a month since my baptism and I feel more religious than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sentence in this tale reads, "Daring to stick with jesus sometimes feels like you've been hung up to die. Tough stuff. But Jesus promises that his way leads to life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6424567319702562408?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6424567319702562408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6424567319702562408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6424567319702562408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6424567319702562408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/06/walk-like-egyptian.html' title='Walk Like An Egyptian!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5712174863132751136</id><published>2008-06-12T17:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:28:03.739+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Youth Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYG'/><title type='text'>Switched blogs to Blogger</title><content type='html'>Having all my blogs on MySpace was really starting to bug me. So I just transferred them all here. ... Like I had anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd so write a blog about this year's my 3rd, SYG, but I won't. You know, I totally would, if I werren't so sick of the sight of this thing. I'll do it tomorrow sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few hours today cleaning the house because it's a mess. It was actually noticeable until mum came home with the shopping and put it on the once-clean kitchen bench. Now it just makes the room look like crap again, because I did most things like the dishwasher and making beds and doing the bins and stuff. I love cleaning. And storage. *Twitches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I noticed while moving my blogs; I've grown up so much! All of my 2005/6 sorta ones are really, really sadistic! Don't bother reading them... they as dull as dishwater (what a lame simile). But I am anew! I'm refreshed, renewed, this semester's exams are over... I so could've gone to school today and gotten the marks for them but I was so tired. I still haven't caught up from the lack of sleep I had at State Youth Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5712174863132751136?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5712174863132751136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5712174863132751136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5712174863132751136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5712174863132751136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/06/switched-blogs-to-blogger.html' title='Switched blogs to Blogger'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6700073107868339962</id><published>2008-05-22T21:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:27:27.182+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Beau Femelles</title><content type='html'>LIKE WHO?! you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madalyn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby. Damn you're fine. :D It's amazing this girl. She has all these terrific characteristics. And she's always smiling and upbeat. I feel like I've known her forever, and will forever. Couldn't stop loving you. If I could cry, you'd make me. YEAH. That made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to write a thing about Amber. Yes, you're a total bitch. :) I KID I KID. It's our thing. You're mean to me. And I love it. By the way, you're super adorable. So short and big-eyed... :) It's great. We have such stupid conversations on MSN. And I wouldn't trade them for any other conversations with... I dunno, someone boring. It's touching, really. I feel the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Saaaaara, Sara, Sara, Sara. I feel like words can't express. And yet I should try anyway, but I know I won't get very far. :D Let's see. You just, majorly brighten up my day. To its maximum. I couldn't love you more. And I like hugging you the most. Out of aaanyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr! This is one fine-ass sex machine. Haha, well, she doesn't work in St. Kilda or anything. I love how warped Zoe is. Like, in a good way. She'll laugh at the super funny slah really stupid yet funny things. But she can also be full srs. Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shezz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shezz is so very much my connection. To what? No one knows. But I get the sense that we have many adventures to come, although right now I never get to see her. She is destined for great things, and I would be remiss if I didn't have her in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Your mum is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But moving on. I feel like I haven't seen you in so long. I'm missing you to greater lengths every day. Your family is like a second family to me. You're that sister I miss cos she lives elsewhere. :D Like, across the main road. But still. I love you so much honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katherine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED MORE STUFF ON OUR LIST. If it weren't for a little bit of Katherine in our lives, I'm certain we'd all be like. Mediocre. It's that Katherine-esque influence that keeps us all optimistic and daring. It's such a major lift when I greet you and you give me a massive hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Zoe, Nicole is pretty freakin' warped. I like Nicole's general quirkiness. :) It's so amusing. And Nicole is definitely one of those people that you see and just feel the need to put your torso in contact with hers. Does it look lonely? I don't know, but you just feel the urge to hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridget and Erin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goddesses. Erin's my little English crumpet. She's so cute and amusing. Bridget is so awesome. I don't know who is awesomer. Bridget and Erin can both make you smile, but in entirely different ways. It's amazing. I miss you both more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we were separated at birth. I feel as if I know so much about Alex in a way I cannot explain (but not because my hands are tied). I love you Alex, so so much, and I feel an overwhelming comfortness in everything that's rushing through my head when I come into contact with you. She's like my anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Cassie and I rely on each other that we've formed so much of a bond. That time she called me at 5am (her 3am), I didn't care. I'd be pissed, but it was her. I seriously didn't care that she woke me up. Instead I thought, "I love that Cassie and I are so close to each other that she knew I wouldn't be bothered if she called me at 5am." I feel so compelled to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kari, Jordan and Lorin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Sunbury scum. You guys are my trio of randomness and perfection. We have to meet up much more often. The Angels to my Charlie. :D What a bad joke. Still, these guys are so brilliant that it takes your breath away every time you greet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known you very long, but I feel like we have some random connection. Melissa is so beautiful and sweet. When you meet her, you feel an impact. I just can't describe it. But it's a good one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6700073107868339962?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6700073107868339962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6700073107868339962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6700073107868339962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6700073107868339962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/05/beau-femelles.html' title='Beau Femelles'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6054912301199155444</id><published>2008-04-22T19:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:27:00.775+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Work Experience</title><content type='html'>Well, being that it's just Tuesday night when I finish the non-boring part of work experience, I may as well write about it now. Two days somewhere, then the rest of the two weeks at school. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the set of Neighbours for the first two days of work experience. I remember what Mrs. Hooper said in HHD a while back about youths taking risks, and what was the answer to some question, "Why is it important that youths take risks?" twas, "So they can build up the confidence to take a bigger risk." DADADAAA, YOU CAN FIGURE OUT HOW THAT APPLIEEEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 21st of April, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been staying at dad's in Ringwood since Saturday night (gotta love the 901) so he could drive me to Forest Hill easily. :D Oh how I enjoy Knox City also, mainly for it's Amber-related resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. Went to Fremantle Studios that morning and met Rebecca, the executive producer. She introduced me to the AD, Sharon, whom I used for bag-storing purposes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was watching rehearsal for an episode, airing in like, August or something. It was still exciting, but pretty damn slow. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... who did I meet... Matthew (Zeke), Caitlin (Rachel), Sam (Ringo), Ryan (Toadie), Eloise (Bridget), Carla (Steph) and I think that was it for the first day. I also watched Steve (Steve, haha, what are the odds), Natalie (Carmella), Stefan (Paul), Dean Geyer (Ty), David (Oliver), Blake (Ben, Libby's kid), James (Declan), Kym (Libby), and Jackie (Susan) rehearse their scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now their building is one damned confusing place. Every corridor looks IDENTICAL. The only place I could find the first couple of hours was Rebecca's office cos it's pretty close to the front. :D In the studios, I was observing rehearsal in the Kinski house (where off-camera, all the cast kept debating whether or not Caitlin wears any underwear), the General Store, the Vet and Steph's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I had to sign a disclosure saying I wouldn't let out any storyline secrets. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 22nd of April, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the second day is a little more exciting. The previous rehearsal's episode was getting filmed that day, so there was a lot more going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a bit of my morning upstairs in the control room where the cameras were viewed and switched and stuff for recording. I went back down to the green room eventually and such before I went and watched some filming in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, after I had eaten in the courtyard (as I did the previous day) I was sitting in the green room and Cooper arrived to check in on me ;D. Haha, we sat around talking for a bit, and she whispered to me, "I HATE NEIGHBOURS." Made me lolz. It's a bit surprising actually, I kinda figured she'd love it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to meet... let me remember... James (Declan), whoever Erin McNaught plays... Sienna, I think it was? Meh, I also had a brief inter-change of verbal verbiness with Kym and Jackie because I accidentally walked into the table they were sitting at :P. Oh, and Imogen Bailey, who plays Nicola or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around between things, I was sitting in the couches in the green room watching Dr. Phil after Erin made Imogen change it from the studio's live feed, I ran into Imogen a lot. But, I ran into her always at the times I was in the same seat of the same couch, and she was always there when I was. :P Really made it seem like I didn't leave the room all day. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, so much weird crap happens in the green room. They're a really weird bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last scene of the day (for me anyway, left at three, TAKE THAT) at the General Store, I got to do something! Yaaay! I brought the extras some prop drinks. :P Oh, and got the director some coffee which I was shit at making. Pretty sure he threw it out. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving, the only people I ran into/said bye to were Sharon and Erin, so I went and waited for dad outside. But I went back inside once he came to say bye to Rebecca and not-so-subtlely drop hints that she should call me if they have auditions or wanting extras. :D Hopefully she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, pretty damned fun two days.  Heaps of the crew asked me who I was related to. I'm like wtf... not related to anybody... apparently you need to know someone there to be there. :P I must've been the first person to just write a letter and get in. CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T GET PICTURES. Oh well, I don't even have a camera. I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6054912301199155444?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6054912301199155444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6054912301199155444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6054912301199155444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6054912301199155444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-experience.html' title='Work Experience'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5151624786099356958</id><published>2008-02-20T17:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:26:28.575+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><title type='text'>Amber &amp; Jee-Jee G's Socioeconomic Funtime Sunflower Fully Sick Various 1/24th Median Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>Previously on Amber &amp; Jee-Jee G's Socioeconomic Funtime Sunflower Fully Sick Various 1/24th Median Earth Day!...&lt;br /&gt;John demanded that Amber come to Hastings Day this weekend, to which she refused because she had to work. This is what followed once this information about earning money at certain times of the week was released...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;disappointing. get back in your cage and don't come back out until night time.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NIGHT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;NUH UH&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YAH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LALALA./&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says:&lt;br /&gt;yo.&lt;br /&gt;would you consider 7.30pm night time?&lt;br /&gt;{GOLDY} MELBOURNES MOST WANTED says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. SO YOU GET IN A CAGE AND WAIT TILL MORNING. BITCHHH.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S NOT DARK&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ITS STILL NGIHTTIME.&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS ONYL COZ ITS DAYLIGHT SAVINGS.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Amber. Seriously. You take things too far. Just take a rest. It's over the edge. You're breaking the fourth wall here, Amber. Stop it, Amber. STOP IT AMBER YOU'RE TAKING THINGS TOO FARRR&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:31 PM):&lt;br /&gt;jee jee needs a mental hospital. &lt;br /&gt;YOU'D BE LIEK THE PERFECT PERSON TO OWN A MENTAL HOSPITAL SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:32 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. OMG. *checks off box 'career options'*&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:32 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:32 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. What would make someone actually think, "I'm considering opening up a mental hospital"&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:33 PM):&lt;br /&gt;dude. its YOU.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:33 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no no, I mean sane people.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:33 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ummm.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:34 PM):&lt;br /&gt;next time you come by a sane person ask.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:34 PM):&lt;br /&gt;okay uhh.... hmm.. where's kirsty when you need her. I guess the genetics stopped there&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:34 PM):&lt;br /&gt;kirsts not sane bro.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;xDD LUCY CALLED ME INSANE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;stop talking gangsta you equal-opportunity slut. &lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i was like.&lt;br /&gt;shhh. dont tellthe customers yet. you'll scare them off !&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Hah, LUCY of all people!? I'm liking her more and more&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;brobrobrobro.&lt;br /&gt;homie gggg.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;jee-jee ggg brahh.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;thats right !!&lt;br /&gt;homie jee jee g brahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LULZ.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so ah. why is there now a sun in your name as opposed to the amber-related coffee cup we've all come to welcome as our own?&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;im shorties sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;yuhhh.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;haha... THE EARTH SAYS HELLOOOO&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;xD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the lyrics to that on my health outcome today. I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;... you're right. I need to open a mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yes. im always right.&lt;br /&gt;duhh.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I feel like calling you amber dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;dontyou dare.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;you know I hate you.  &lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;only old people call me dear.&lt;br /&gt;or darling.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;ofcourseyou do.&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no I mean, I feel like telephoning you, amber dear.&lt;br /&gt;-                         amber. says (7:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh xD&lt;br /&gt;nah tv. =]&lt;br /&gt;John says (7:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;betch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5151624786099356958?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5151624786099356958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5151624786099356958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5151624786099356958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5151624786099356958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/02/amber-jee-jee-gs-socioeconomic-funtime.html' title='Amber &amp; Jee-Jee G&apos;s Socioeconomic Funtime Sunflower Fully Sick Various 1/24th Median Earth Day!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8949615416765052880</id><published>2008-01-01T14:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:25:47.993+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Welcome to 2008!</title><content type='html'>My annual stange blog thing... only this time I stole it from a bulletin. Last night, Emily, Sami and I were running around Somerville at like 10... and met up with some randoms as well as Alex, Callan, Davey and Jacqui and spent midnight at the beach. Quite fun indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;That one that goes 'WE WERE ON THE PATH TO THE HOLY GRAAAAIL'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Sami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. First thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. toast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First thing you said?&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO NEW YEARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. First TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;The Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First text message?&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. First MySpace message or comment?&lt;br /&gt;Bronwyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, Sami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. First place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;The beach? Although I was already there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. First thing you made?&lt;br /&gt;A phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. First thing you laughed at?&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks, in a good-hearted manner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. First person you IM?&lt;br /&gt;Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The time you went to bed?&lt;br /&gt;2:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The time you got up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;About noon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. First person you commented?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Callan I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First game you played?&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON CRYSTAL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First person you thought about?&lt;br /&gt;All those people I was with in Frankston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First person you said Happy New Year to?&lt;br /&gt;Sami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8949615416765052880?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8949615416765052880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8949615416765052880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8949615416765052880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8949615416765052880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-2008.html' title='Welcome to 2008!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8421609702199106782</id><published>2007-10-20T18:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:25:14.612+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steamroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><title type='text'>Steamroller</title><content type='html'>amber. TEA? says:&lt;br /&gt;STOP LISTENING TO KYLIE MINOGUE YOU GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;William Shatner Syndrome says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM A STEAMROLLER.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls*&lt;br /&gt;amber. TEA? says:&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE. STREAMROLLERS DONT EVEN LISTEN TO MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;William Shatner Syndrome says:&lt;br /&gt;SAYS WHO YOU PREJUDICED GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;amber. TEA? says:&lt;br /&gt;SAYS ME. WHO KNOWS ALOT ABOUT THINGS LIKE STEAMROLLERS&lt;br /&gt;William Shatner Syndrome says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. WHAT'S A ROLLERSTEAM.,&lt;br /&gt;amber. TEA? says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS A ROLLER THAT STEAMS THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;(H)&lt;br /&gt;William Shatner Syndrome says:&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber lolly nicholsss.&lt;3 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8421609702199106782?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8421609702199106782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8421609702199106782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8421609702199106782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8421609702199106782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/10/steamroller.html' title='Steamroller'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8171935607884901705</id><published>2007-10-14T15:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:24:54.000+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='n00b'/><title type='text'>An inside look at Nicole and I being noobs</title><content type='html'>[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lets have a normal msn conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;QWOWZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;good thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;bak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;k lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wat up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wot u doin tomoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;o lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;g2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;kbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people go 'so...' expecting that will go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;normal conversations are so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;you have to think of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;like fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;or a fishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] True strength comes from within. says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Nî¢ø£è]] says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;fishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19202101007 .... Vile Villiers (Bananas) Vanquished says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL FISHWASHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8171935607884901705?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8171935607884901705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8171935607884901705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8171935607884901705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8171935607884901705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/10/inside-look-at-nicole-and-i-being-noobs.html' title='An inside look at Nicole and I being noobs'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3583969214669212595</id><published>2007-07-20T23:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:24:27.333+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphony'/><title type='text'>70th Blog - An Epiphony</title><content type='html'>The following blog is all an excerpt from my mind. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Make it mean something to you. Read it slowly and please, please, take everything in to account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not disregard that starter, really think about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching last night's Lost episode, in which Charlie took stock of his life, knowing he was going to die, I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a bizarre turn of events, I am sick in almost every way, and have been for a lot of the week. I just took a long shower, as my showers are always long, and had a really, really deep conversation with myself. I thought, "I've been needing to go to the doctor's. What if I have breast cancer?" Yes, there is something in my breast that is getting me paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a very long daydream. It was so deep, it was incredibly vivid. My mother and I get told I have cancer and most likely to die soon. How would you respond if you were told you had cancer? So I'm in a hospital bed, and will be for the remainder of my days. The only thing left to keep me company when my family or friends aren't around is a laptop, in which I am writing personal goodbyes and sentimental messages to those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my messages are of how much those close to me really mean to me. Maddy, Jake, Alana, Sara, David, James, Matt, Katherine, Shezz, Zoe, everyone. They all mean so much to me, yet will only get me to express the words when I am close to death and have nothing more important to think about. Everything imporant in life is taken stock of. I of course have messages to drama, youth group, school, and individually, my family. It's these people I care about most of all. Of course I then pictured my funeral, and how I would be remembered. This daydream was almost a near-death experience, it was that surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, "why think all the bad things when life is so good?" An epiphony struck me, emerging from this daydream. You know those Christian preachers that say that they are officially in the house of the Lord, or go completely off the bat with some major metaphor like that, and it just sounds so stupid that it doesn't sound real? I used to think those people were just being optimistically over-enthusiastic. Not anymore. I now know what it's like to rely on God 100%, and have something so important in your life. I live up to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing for me to lose in my life would be my faith. I'm not just talking about my faith in Christ, but my faith in freedom. My faith in humanity. Inspiration, willpower, and strength. Each one especially and respectively. Everything that requires faithfullness to be dependant on, I need it my life most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian isn't just "Hey, I like to read the Bible. I know this verse off by heart, I art officially a worshipper." That's not what being a Christian is about in the least. Well, not the least, but you see where I'm going with this. Christian characteristics isn't a hobby (reading the Bible, etc.), it's a lifestyle. How you act towards other people, how you think and why you do what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having a wild hedonistic time, you let something slip about someone to their face. It's not needed, not even negative thoughts. Unfortunately, thoughts can sometimes be hard to control. Just so long as your thoughts don't affect what you do or how you act, you shouldn't be seen any differently by others. That's what willpower is for. The ability to see yourself through other's eyes is a skill that's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This not making sense? Read that last paragraph very, very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why the Bible says to forgive those that do harm to you. Who knows what they are going through, or why they do what they did to you. Attention? Revenge? People don't do bad things for no reason, they just don't. Even subconsciously, they are thinking of some form of motive. If someone is mean to you, forgive them and let it slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for the negative. You could wake up tomorrow with a tumour in your brain and you'll be dead in a fortnight. Whatever you're doing now on MySpace - is that what you want to be doing, nay, remembered as doing or being after you pass on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see typical MySpace girls with their About Me sections kept brief and consise, straight to the point, and with so much pretty much useless information that it's near pointless to read? You realize that an About Me is how you are portrayed - it's a summary of you. Words say a lot. I love people like that anyway, even if how they like to be seen is.. diferent. Heckle, if it weren't for the seventy blogs I've posted here, I'd have deleted my MySpace yonks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people that tell themselves they don't hate or remotely dislike someone/anyone are absolutely ludacrious. You can't not be annoyed by someone, or dislike them, it's a compulsory fact of life. Anyone trying to tell themselves otherwise are probably hiding from something - but what? I know this sounds cynical in comparison to everything else I've mentioned, but it needed to be said. Talk to this person. "AH! Denial is all we have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up, I am going to live life more to the fullest. I will try my best to stop being mean, even the little things. I will look at any enemies in a different, more positive light. I will take a negative and turn it in to a positive, and I urge you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day I forget any of this, please remind me that I wrote a blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;If this somehow reached to you, read it again. It will make an ever bigger impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought had certainly made an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanting to tear me down for expressing like this - be my guest, because it just doesn't matter. I forgive you already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3583969214669212595?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3583969214669212595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3583969214669212595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3583969214669212595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3583969214669212595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/07/70th-blog-epiphony.html' title='70th Blog - An Epiphony'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2971419583680366122</id><published>2007-07-07T11:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:24:00.269+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Julie and I could write a novel! #4</title><content type='html'>ulie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:29 AM):&lt;br /&gt;my breath smell sminty fresh&lt;br /&gt;and my teef are happah&lt;br /&gt;javanana  says (11:29 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"we are julie's teeth. now that we are hygenic, we attack the tongue at dawn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:30 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"11 o' hundred this is the tongue, our taste buds are up to date the teeth will suffer from sweet and bitter rushes causeing decaye'"&lt;br /&gt;javanana  says (11:31 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"my teammates have died a minty death, they forgot not to brathe in as julie the overlod made us hygenically sound - I fear our troop will die out soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:32 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"Its the taste buds here it seems julie has eating hot food consisting of chilly I wait for papa to come home.. i fear he never will - taste bud jr "&lt;br /&gt;javanana  says (11:32 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"my sons and I gather amongst the cold fire waiting for the tastebuds to fill their 'bitter' quota. then we will ambush the mouth nazis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"oh no"&lt;br /&gt;"it cant be"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, we are the tonsils, we will break down and give you unpleasant feeling and lots of salivia, the mouf is ourz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;javanana  says (11:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I am a dentist. gap gap. tonsils be gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:35 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"Hello i r salviea we r in ur mouf oiln ur gumz&lt;br /&gt;javanana  says (11:35 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"Howdy pardner, I am teh gums! I bleed at the sight of pointed prrrringless!"&lt;br /&gt;julie                  we bury our dead at dawn says (11:36 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i hate t hat, really i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love julie&lt;br /&gt;and her tooth ways.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2971419583680366122?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2971419583680366122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2971419583680366122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2971419583680366122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2971419583680366122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/07/julie-and-i-could-write-novel-4.html' title='Julie and I could write a novel! #4'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5570213833395703194</id><published>2007-06-30T12:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:23:41.180+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>In the spirit of reports...</title><content type='html'>and the custom that I wrote up my whole report last year as well&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Group - Woodbridge&lt;br /&gt;Home Group is pretty much pointless, but has been fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Curricular Activites:&lt;br /&gt;-Interschool Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;-Open Day Helper&lt;br /&gt;(they didn't put down City Camp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodbridge's Words:&lt;br /&gt; Home Group involves marking the attendance roll for the morning, listening to relevant notices from the Daily Bulletin and participating in a short devotional time. This semester, each student has been given the opportunity to share with the group in discussion and prayer. John has been a quiet contributor. In Term 1, John aprticipated in Year 9 City Camp. His group functioned very well and he worked well within the group. He achieved a grade of VERY HIGH for his group presentation and HIGH for his eprsonal reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days Late: 6&lt;br /&gt;Days Absent: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Of Senior School's Comments:&lt;br /&gt; It has been great to get to know you this year, John. Keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RANDOM SIGNATUUUURES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Excellent        Good        Satisfactory      Improve&lt;br /&gt;Uniform                  x&lt;br /&gt;Punctuality              x&lt;br /&gt;Manners/Attitude    x&lt;br /&gt;Involvement in                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Class Devotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - Hopkins - B+&lt;br /&gt;Although Hopkins is a very intelligent English teacher, he is the spawn of Satan. I could go on a rant here, but blood would shoot out my ears. We did like a million oral speeches, and writing interpretations, etc. He is so lazy, on the graph of stuffs, he did the same as last year and put it all in one column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Response: Assignment - C+&lt;br /&gt;Oral Presentations - B&lt;br /&gt;Writing - C&lt;br /&gt;Language - A+&lt;br /&gt;Text Response: Essay - B+&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                              x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                     x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                            x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                              x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                          x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                         x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - Weird Azn.. Lau - D+&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Lau is a terrible teacher, she is 100% incompetent and blames it on everyone else. We did Algebra this semester.. although I didn't learn a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematical Techniques - D+&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras' Theorem - A+ (how did I get an A+ for that? I don't know what it is)&lt;br /&gt;Expansion and Factorisation - E&lt;br /&gt;Measurement - A&lt;br /&gt;Trigonometry - UG (I was that bad that it's ungradeable?)&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                               x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                           x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                          x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Mrs. Lewis did the same thing with the graph last year too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - AJ - C+&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big Science person, and I'm not very good at it. Everything I studied for the exam easn't actually on it, haha oops. We did Gases and Light this semester.. at least that's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab Skills and Safety: Bottle Rockets - A&lt;br /&gt;Gases: Prac Work - C+&lt;br /&gt;Gases: Topic Test - C&lt;br /&gt;Light: Prac Work - NA (?)&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - E+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships         x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit        x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Studies - Cooper - C+&lt;br /&gt;Creation, Fall and Redemption. We do the same thing every year in Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation, Fall, Redenmption Test - C+&lt;br /&gt;The Person and Work of Jesus Christ (biggest assignment I've ever done) - C+&lt;br /&gt;The Fall Assignment - B&lt;br /&gt;The Fall Oral Presentation - C+&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                              x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                              x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                          x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                         x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - Hooper/Pleiter - C+&lt;br /&gt;I am so bad at History. I honestly cannot recall what aspects we have been doing. I thought it was all one area that dragged out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABoriginal Hunting Assignment - C+&lt;br /&gt;Aboriginal Society Test - NA&lt;br /&gt;The Economic Developmeny of the Colony Essay - A+&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                                     x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                                                   x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                               x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                           x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                          x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - Hooper/Pleiter - C&lt;br /&gt;Again, had both Hooper and Pleiter as Hooper went on Long Service Leave in Term 2. I like Geography better than History, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Disasters Test - B&lt;br /&gt;Natural Disasters Assignment - D+&lt;br /&gt;Folio Assignment - Roads and Traffic - B&lt;br /&gt;Test - Roads and Traffic - B&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                     x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                               x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                          x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                          x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Media - Moss - A+&lt;br /&gt;Definitely my favourite subject. Drama + Media, thus, Dramatic Media! We had to make a short monologue for the most of the semester, which was awesome to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvisation (Individual) - A+&lt;br /&gt;Improvisation ( Group) - A+&lt;br /&gt;Major Project: Short Film - A&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour           x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                    x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                           x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                             x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships      x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                        x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCD - Moss - B&lt;br /&gt;Visual Communication and Design, it's drawing and stuff. Pretty cool! The end major project was grr though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Design - B+&lt;br /&gt;Isometric Drawing - A+&lt;br /&gt;One Point Perspective - B+&lt;br /&gt;Two Point Perspective - C&lt;br /&gt;Orthogonal Drawing - A&lt;br /&gt;Rendering - C&lt;br /&gt;Major Project - NA&lt;br /&gt;Explanatory Diagram - D+&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education - AJ - UG&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of funny, since I'm the only person who doesn't do PE, I got an 'Ungradeable!' But I was there for most of first term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness Testing - A+&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball - NA&lt;br /&gt;Soccer - NA&lt;br /&gt;Cricket - NA&lt;br /&gt;Hockey - NA&lt;br /&gt;Netball - NA&lt;br /&gt;EXAM - B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour           x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                             x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships      x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                        x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Portfolio - S&lt;br /&gt;Learning Portfolios are stupid, you just collate work and write about it. It's an absolute crock. You don't do it, and you fail. Hopkins graded it, stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           Examplary    Proficient   Partial    Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Samples Of Work                                         x&lt;br /&gt;Relfections (Strenghts                                    x&lt;br /&gt;and Weaknesses)                                         &lt;br /&gt;Reflections (Improvement)                             x&lt;br /&gt;Presentation                                x&lt;br /&gt;Overall                                                          x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5570213833395703194?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5570213833395703194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5570213833395703194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5570213833395703194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5570213833395703194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-spirit-of-reports.html' title='In the spirit of reports...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7045184544112456315</id><published>2007-06-23T22:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:22:45.650+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><title type='text'>Nick is one funny lentil. (read from bottom up!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="messageTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;From:&lt;/th&gt;             &lt;td&gt;         		               &lt;div id="byebye"&gt; 	              &lt;a href="http://collect.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=99156836"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/contact_blockuser.gif" alt="" /&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	              &lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.breakFriendshipConfirmPage&amp;amp;friendID.." return="" do="" you="" really="" want="" to="" delete="" skippy="" from="" your=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/delete-friend.gif" alt="" /&gt;Delete From Friends&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;              				&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=99156836"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a269.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/s_63a3bde7db43db909ad426464026a794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=99156836"&gt;Ø Sk..&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;div id="..0" class="DataPoint=OnlineNow;UserID=99156836;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/onlinenow.gif" border="0" height="20" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                       					&lt;p id="url"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/skipskippyskip&lt;/p&gt; 				                 &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;th&gt;Date:&lt;/th&gt;             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="left"&gt;                     23 Jun 2007, 10:08 PM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="right messageMediumFont"&gt;                      					  					&lt;div id="ctl00_ctl00_Main_Main_ReadMessage1_FlagNew"&gt; 						     						Flag as &lt;a.."return are="" sure="" you="" want="" to="" add="" this="" message="" as="" id="ctl00_ctl00_Main_Main_ReadMessage1_SpamButton" href="http://blog.myspace.com/..__doPostBack%28%27ctl00$ctl00$Main$Main$ReadMessage1$SpamButton%27,%27%27%29"&gt;Spam or Report &lt;a id="ctl00_ctl00_Main_Main_ReadMessage1_AbuseButton" href="http://blog.myspace.com/..WebForm_DoPostBackWithOptions%28new%20WebForm_PostBackOptions%28%22ctl00$ctl00$Main$Main$ReadMessage1$AbuseButton%22,%20%22%22,%20false,%20%22%22,%20%22http://collect.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=misc.contactInput&amp;amp;ProfileContentID=99156836&amp;amp;MyUserID=50741231&amp;amp;abuseflag=true%22,%20false,%20true%29%29"&gt;Abuse&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/..void.." com="" fuseaction="mail.flaghelp','New','width=630,height=160')&amp;quot;"&gt; ? &lt;/a&gt;] 						&lt;input id="spamBody" name="spamBody" value=""&gt;Date Sent: 23/06/2007 5:08:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;that does sound crazyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill get back to u on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49ODg3ZjUwMTYtNTkxOC00OWRmLTk5N2MtYzg4Nzk0ZWRhNTQ5%27"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 05:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but are you sure you dont own that store?&lt;br /&gt;by some crazy coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YTkxOWFlMzgtMWIwMC00NDU2LTgzZjAtNTM1MjZjOGRhYmQy%27"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 10:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so shotgun shares in that dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49OTBjNjMxNjAtZWJiMC00MDZjLTk0MDUtNjBjM2RiMTNmMmRh%27"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 05:03 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, you're pretty much a reference on my resume now for my upcoming job at " get="" nick="" lost="" inc.=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YTI4ODkxOTEtZDVmMS00YjAyLTllZDAtOGZjN2NhMGEwYWZh"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel done on getting me lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49Yjk2MDhiM2QtZWEwZC00M2ExLTk4NjgtZWQ1NjVmYWRmMDE3"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:52 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up and down, out and about, to and fro, here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49OWU2ZWU5YjYtNTcxYi00ODUxLTgyNGItNDc3ZjZhYjdkMGEz"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats rad keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things happen to good people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49NjVlOWE1NGMtMDg1NS00NzIwLTg2NjAtOTk5NTc1ODRjZWIx"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I live to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YWQyNjEyNGYtODBhYy00MDZiLWExNTUtZDg5NTAxZmZiMjg3"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol thanx man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49Yjg3N2Y3ZTEtYmI5OC00Yjc2LWJjN2MtYzQzOWYxY2U4Y2Uy"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:44 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT POST BULLETINS COMPLETELY CONTRADICTING WHAT NICK'S BULLETIN WAS ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i'm sorry" type="hidden"&gt; 					 &lt;/a.."return&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 					&lt;/span&gt; 					&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;th&gt;Subject:&lt;/th&gt;             &lt;td&gt;RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: DONT. DO. IT.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;th&gt;Body:&lt;/th&gt;             &lt;td&gt;that does sound crazyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill get back to u on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49ODg3ZjUwMTYtNTkxOC00OWRmLTk5N2MtYzg4Nzk0ZWRhNTQ5"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 05:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but are you sure you dont own that store?&lt;br /&gt;by some crazy coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YTkxOWFlMzgtMWIwMC00NDU2LTgzZjAtNTM1MjZjOGRhYmQy"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 10:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so shotgun shares in that dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49OTBjNjMxNjAtZWJiMC00MDZjLTk0MDUtNjBjM2RiMTNmMmRh"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 05:03 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, you're pretty much a reference on my resume now for my upcoming job at "get nick lost inc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YTI4ODkxOTEtZDVmMS00YjAyLTllZDAtOGZjN2NhMGEwYWZh"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel done on getting me lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49Yjk2MDhiM2QtZWEwZC00M2ExLTk4NjgtZWQ1NjVmYWRmMDE3"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:52 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up and down, out and about, to and fro, here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49OWU2ZWU5YjYtNTcxYi00ODUxLTgyNGItNDc3ZjZhYjdkMGEz"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats rad keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things happen to good people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49NjVlOWE1NGMtMDg1NS00NzIwLTg2NjAtOTk5NTc1ODRjZWIx"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I live to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTk5MTU2ODM2Jk15VG9rZW49YWQyNjEyNGYtODBhYy00MDZiLWExNTUtZDg5NTAxZmZiMjg3"&gt;Ø Skippy Ø&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 09:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol thanx man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcHJvZmlsZS5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbmRleC5jZm0/ZnVzZWFjdGlvbj11c2VyLnZpZXdwcm9maWxlJmZyaWVuZGlkPTUwNzQxMjMxJk15VG9rZW49Yjg3N2Y3ZTEtYmI5OC00Yjc2LWJjN2MtYzQzOWYxY2U4Y2Uy"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 23 Jun 2007, 04:44 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT POST BULLETINS COMPLETELY CONTRADICTING WHAT NICK'S BULLETIN WAS ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i'm sorry                                  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7045184544112456315?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7045184544112456315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7045184544112456315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7045184544112456315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7045184544112456315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/06/nick-is-one-funny-lentil-read-from.html' title='Nick is one funny lentil. (read from bottom up!)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7842964903170672497</id><published>2007-05-25T21:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:21:51.376+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><title type='text'>A MySpace Cynic</title><content type='html'>WELL. I feel quite cynical today, so I suppose I will vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Eliza., that dicktease stuff? It's redundant. Yehh. :D it sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you idiots with like a million messages in your msn name: you're an idiot, nobody loves you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara. Stop thinking I purposely take other people's sides just to resent you. Maybe my opinion is that you're wrong? Like when *that guy* says he has plans or whatever, and you think he's ignoring you? No, that's redundant also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO YOU PEOPLE WHO DRINK. AGH. You're slowly taking away your blood cells until you're 45 and you'll be completely braindead and on life support. Who'll be laughing then? That's right. John will. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the hardcores in Frankston who smoke there after school? What the hell are you even doing in Frankston after school anyway? It's one step away from vacationing to hell after you just exited it at like 3pm. You're not hardcore or original, hell, you're not even worthy of a conversation. You're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate MSN more than anything in the world, except MySpace. It's oh so impersnal, you cannot show tone of your voice through typing or anything that would occur during a good old fashioned conversation face-to-face. I cannot name the many times MSN has gotten me into trouble because of someone taking what I've said the wrong way. It's happened to me like 3 times this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace itself is a whole other story. You know how like no one sends messages to each other really unless it's a conversation? That's what a bulletin is, but it goes out to everyone. So stop posting your dumbshit bulletins trying to get someone to pay attention to you, because nobody likes or respects you for it. How about you go outside and meet someone new? Nothing as refreshing as a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. Morons who like to rebel. Take a step back, literally, and look at the portrait of your life. Why do you like to do the opposite of what an authority figure says? What makes you so damn special you must disagree with anything? Nobody thinks you're witty/clever/smart in the slightest. All you are is a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you Valerie. I despise you. I hope you perish. That's all I really have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure songs are awesome, and although the music may be cool, lyrics are a whole other story. lyrics are supposed to mean something. Except for Weird Al songs, but I mean come on. Posting stupid lyrics from an irrelevant song in your myspace or msn or somewhere... there's a word for that. Probably. But the point is it's completely pointless to do, and you don't respect the music you listen to if you just casually pass it up like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, unless I write a bit more. Especially with Baysiders, being a Christian school and all, you people who assume they are immediately religious because they go to youth group are HUGELY MISTAKEN. Religion isn't a fad you maroons, it's a life-long commitment. ou can call yourself a Christian, but unless you act upon it, all you are is a label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to end this rant, I'd just like to hope that you took something away from it, and maybe, delete your myspace?&lt;br /&gt;I would, but I have precious blogs on here. they are my children. memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7842964903170672497?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7842964903170672497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7842964903170672497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7842964903170672497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7842964903170672497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/05/myspace-cynic.html' title='A MySpace Cynic'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7651871550880975365</id><published>2007-04-03T23:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:21:13.787+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>MEMORIES... WITH JULIE.. A THIRD DAMN TIME</title><content type='html'>These always seem to happen when we have a conversation that goes for over half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John       when I get married, my childs will be named Chauncey and Charleton says (11:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i'm julie&lt;br /&gt;"i'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY SCARES ! says (11:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i'm john&lt;br /&gt;"i am intellectual and like to play backgammon"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;WHO WON&lt;br /&gt;JULIE DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY SCARES ! says (11:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"i bent my back hovering over the computer screen lusting for all them nice backgammon photos oh boy, if i were as young as i once was that backgammon championship would be mine no doubt!" - sample taken from John, the exclusive life of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John           "I am intellectual and I like to play backgammon" says (11:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"I felt his luscious love wand insert to me. I knew in 9 months I would bring forth the life of a newborn baby. The only reason I have babies is so I can eat them and their fresh, vulture blood" - sample taken from Julie without her estrogen pills, but still thinks she has a vagina without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY SCARES ! says (11:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;im going to put that on my myspace&lt;br /&gt;John           "I am intellectual and I like to play backgammon" says (11:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh it's you all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY SCARES ! says (11:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"Backgammon the word echoed in my mind, and my heart i lusted for it day and night they shall never know never know my love for it, for you backgammon my love is forbidden and i couldnt spare the thought of a life without you." Taken from "Six months in Johns head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John           "I am intellectual and I like to play backgammon" says (11:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"My heart pounds for lust and love-- two emotions a roboticon like me never experiences. Some people say it means I don't fully live. I have been taking my Saturday nights, and swishing them into a toilet bowl of despair at dive bars and try my new ravashing pick-up lines: "Hello, would you like to suck face?"" - An exerpt from 'Julie on Julie - The many faces of me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John           "I am intellectual and I like to play backgammon" says (11:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;are we doing more or can I post my blog.&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY SCARES ! says (11:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"I looked out the window, wondering 'would she come back to me?' The answer was no my precious love my life my everything backgammon left me in a hurry I realised it was my own fault and shouldve acknowledged that she wasnt into animal sex, and was trying to hurry the relationship but inside ill never forget you old backgammy." - Directors cut from Are you there backgammon? its me John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John           "I am intellectual and I like to play backgammon" says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"I pondered why a fish would ever want to do such a morbid thing. Fish don't drown like that, they just don't! That damn thing was my only true friend in this shallow world! If only the water was as shallow in Gumpy's bowl... my family say I'm insane. My co-workers say that the fish was my only friend. Damn right it was. How else will we ever know if humans and fish can be charged together in a catastrophe of DNA intertwining? We will NEVER know! The pet store doesn't open again until Monday! I doubt I'll last that long." Taken from Julie's back. They carved stories into her in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG JULIE GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;You too, John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7651871550880975365?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7651871550880975365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7651871550880975365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7651871550880975365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7651871550880975365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/04/memories-with-julie-third-damn-time.html' title='MEMORIES... WITH JULIE.. A THIRD DAMN TIME'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3688611642033416177</id><published>2007-03-24T20:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:19:18.053+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city camp'/><title type='text'>What? You want a sandwich maker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I remember correctly, Thursday was the day of State Library. It was weird. They have this room where there's a giant screen and a camera so you can WATCH YOURSELF SITTING DOWN :S and so can everybody else! The place is freakin huge, and we met up with Mr Woodbridge's group there, so Emily and I were trying to run away from like 10 people and I think Mr Woodbridge caught us. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, Botanical Gardens. Which also meant the shrine of rememberance. SO. BORING. We had about an hour long tour with this old man who insisted on taking his sweet time.. arrrgghh. His nametag said Trevor, yet his ID badge said his name was John. I was so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Towards the end, we gathered around this stone thing in the floor that said "SOMETHING" I forget what it said. But the light that shone across it came from a torch or something in the roof, so we were standing in silence for a while as it happened. That guy was really misleading, so Tegan and I were looking at the stone, then the roof, then the stone, then the roof, because due to whatever he said we both didn't know where it was coming from. So Tegan noticed that and laughed through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got out of there, the 11 or so of us with Mr Graham went down the hill to a tram stop, and Mady and Tegan took my camera and took like a BIZILLION pictures on it in like the 30 metres or so we walked.. they were behind sooo much. I dont get how they thought they would ever get any of those pictures back :D Which they won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY wherever we went afterwards or before that I wasn't really sure what time that was. Oh yes. Chinatown! We had a bunch of questions to answer about the place, didn't take long at all actually. We had to find out about Miss Saigon, so Alex and I went into Tiketek which was like away from where others were.. and wehn we got back out THEY WERE GONE. So we were lost. But we found them. Hoozah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think we went shopping after that, and we were looking around the city for a music shop Jake wanted to find, and after AGES of shopping in other places we passed and stuff, turns out it was back where we started I think. Cranbourne Music. Fun place that was :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we had a choice of going to Melbourne Central or Queen Vic Market. Ree, Kate and I went to Melb Central for an hour, and even though we weren't supposed to, we caught the train to Parliament for one reason: FREAKIN HUGE ESCALATORS. We ran up to one end of the platform, but the elevator up was on the OTHER END, so we ran back there, and caught the escalators down sitting down. Like 5 minutes long, it's terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went back to Central and entered Myer. SIX BEE. the very very top of Myer in Melbourne, where nobody was there, there was just an empty foyer and an ajar door to where they were setting up the fashion show. SO INTO THE GIRLS TOILETS WE WENT! Kate carved our names in the wall LAWL and I looked in the bin for some reason and found a whole bouquet of flowers. Freshh. But disgustingly wet. So we took one out, Kate put it in my bag, and we planned on giving it to Mrs Cooper but Kate dropped the leaves one by one on the escalator for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY late arvo, we had research tasks to do in our groups, split in half. There was me, Alex, Jake, James, Mady and Tegan in one group, and Courtney, Josh, Andrew, Kate and Ree were in the other group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task was to interview a stranger.. or lots of strangers actually, about a topic. Our group's topic was multiculturalism, so Alex and I asked the question, "what is your cultural background" to a bunch of people. Tegan and Mady asked some other question, and so did Jake and James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I got freaked out by random people, and we went into one particular asian cafe, and we asked the woman at the counter if we could ask her a question (that sounds weird.) She got MIIIGHTY confused and got the manager. EXTREMELY ASIAN MAN. He didn't get us either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR CUTURAL BACKGROUND?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? YOU WANT SANDWICH MAKER?&lt;br /&gt;NO, WE JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR CULTURAL BACKGROUND IS&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT JOB? AHYYEE?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE. CULTURAL BACKGROUND. WE DONT WANT A JOIB OR SANDIWHC MAKER.&lt;br /&gt;oh. chinese.&lt;br /&gt;KAYBYE.&lt;br /&gt;*world explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO that night! Pizza! On Lygon Street! They had pasta too thankfully! Yay! Sara and I were on a table with.. *recounts* Wes, Nicole, Zoe, and like 5 others ahaha I forget. OH STEPH was there.. probably Emily. Yes, Emily.. I dont remember who else. but I think there were nine of us. Anyway Sara and I were being ghosts to Ree and Kate, not sure how that started but we were going ooooo. followed by a OOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended with Ree and I texting each other while staring. At each other. To piss each other off. But eventually Sara and I just went over there and talked to her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night at darkness, we walked over to Crown, and Ree and I passed that asian guy from yesterday drawing people was back. So we went out of our way to avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to.. GALACTIC CIRCUS! the biggest arcade around! Free games for two hours! Except we could only do the prizeless and ticketless ones, which didn't leave us with much to do, but we ended up playing racing games most of the time =D and air hockey. I think it dislocated my shoulder :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3688611642033416177?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3688611642033416177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3688611642033416177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3688611642033416177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3688611642033416177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-you-want-sandwich-maker.html' title='What? You want a sandwich maker?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6024898766476263997</id><published>2007-03-11T18:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:18:35.413+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city camp'/><title type='text'>Actually, Brianna, can you get out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO CITY CAMP! City Camp, was, and I am not underestimating here, was the biggest high-fiving, hugging, staring contest, racist 3 days of my life. Seriously. Anyway. We got to the station at like 8:40 or so, and I tried shoving everything into one bag but I couldn't. Rather pissed at that. ANYWAY. I believe I then met up with Sara, and we all caught the train to the city, and Sara was also rather pissed that she brought a GIANT wheely bag and nobody else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a feeling that on the train ride up, I was just staring at Ree cuz she was in my eyesight, waiting for her to stare back (as Zach and I were talking about We Can Be Heroes when pat just stares at her husband until he cracks) and I don't believe she did, unless she did and just looked away out of shyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I finished my sausage roll. Ow shit my tooth &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. After lots of Sara's bitching and talking to Zach about We Can Be Heroes, we got off at Melb Central and walked to Franklin St in Melbourne, the stayance of our group. At a backpacker's hotel. We all lugged our stuff up like 6 flights of stairs or something, which was a real treat for us all, especially Sara. Into a random door and down a very long red corridor (past an all boys school I believe, year 11s) and to our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dumped our stuff in room 220 I think it was, yeah. Coz it's a big room with like six bunk beds. The teachers there were Woodbridge, Graham, Hooper and Cooper (rofl). Woodbridge speeched about something, not really sure I was asleep practically, and we were given keys to get into our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keys were just cards that you slide unto the annoying lock thing on the door handle that I NEVER worked. Actually once I think. But besides that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah Tegan and I probably high-fived about 60 times already that half-day coz we are really. really cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course every time I saw Zach we were quoting We Can be heroes, such as "Actually, Brianna, can you get out?" or "A GUMNUT'S GONE UP MY NOSE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first thing I said to Alex, as she came to the school like a few weeks ago. "You went to Hasting's Day?" as she went to hasting's day (I eavesdrop). So did I. She went on the same day i did. Only later. Now Alex and I are complete breast friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after the lunch that we were supposed to bring but I didn't eat for one reason or another (lazy) we split up into four groups of disappointment to do activities in the city with. We had to learn how to catch trams and. (yeah I spose that was it really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went alphabetically, so Kate, Ree, jake, james, Josh, Andrew, Mady, Tegan, Alex, Courtney and I were all in group two with Mr. Graham/AJ. yes, they are one person. We left the hotel and went across the street to the 7/11 and the Boost Bar thing. Tegan and I high-fived a few 10 or so more times, and we did a really good one and I said "Wow we should have recorded that!" which Tegan found funny. As did I. i laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget where we went first. LIVING IN THE CBD! I don't remember a thing from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AFTER THAT. it was. something else? I don't remember that either OH WAIT. Botanical Gardens! With the shrine of rememberance! That was sooo boring. Some old guy leading us around, and i was getting really pissed because his nametag said 'Trevor' but his ID card said 'John' so I was utterly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had finished our tasks early, we went to Federation Square for the last one actually, which was to collect info downstairs or something. And the big curvy square thing itself that's on Spencer St/Flinders St near the Flinders Station had a message board. You could text a message to it and it appears on the screen. So Courtney and I texted it saying 'JOHN AND COURTNEY ROCK! 5 5 5 5 5!' because of our obssession with the number five. Courtney took a video of it on her phone, and jake told us we needed lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We texted it a few more times and it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! THEN RANDOM WALKING AROUND FOR TWO HOURS! To like music shops and such. Ree and I spotted a filthy old asian man who was drawing portraits of people on the side of the street. We offereed two bucks for us. REJECTEDDD. Four? REJECTEDDD. Then some couple got theirs done for like 20 bucks, and he really sucked. Ree and I were so shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that night, we went on a walk around Chinatown, in which everyone was going NEEHOW to every asian they saw, which means Hello in Chinese apparently. It was so racist, because well, it's the year nines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to some Chinese place, which wasn't that bad, as I just had lots of rice, which is nice. Since I got credit the night before, I called home and announced I had tried soy sauce that night, and this was DURING the dinner too. Very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN RIALTO TIME! At night! The city is rather beautiful. We took photos in the photo booth at the top, in which CLARE AND I JUST WANTED ONE FREAKING PHOTO TOGETHER and everybody was hitting the cover and kicking us and stuff. Someone was kicking the back of my knees for ages (which I later found out was Tegan) so I eventually got really pissed and turned around and kicked below the cover thing, and apparently I got Cameron. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried getting photos with Ree too, because we were so disappointed about that asian drawing man that we needed to get a photo in some way. BUT WE NEVER GOT ONE AT THE MACHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THankfully, Zach, Clare, Sara and I got a photo together of us all doing the 'This is me looking really shocked at how thin she looks' pose which is incredibly hot. And Elise gavae me a sticker of her and Suzie, so all three of those photos are now stuck to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel had a nice common room with bean bags and a television that we like to bum around in. But at 11 it was time for bed... I was in a room with Daniel, Jake, Dean, Sharpy, Matt, Zach, Dave, and James. Somehow it came up around Religion, and Jake was getting quite into it and was forcing his opinions on Zach for about an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, jake, forcing your opinions. You're pushy, deal with it. &lt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, shrubs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6024898766476263997?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6024898766476263997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6024898766476263997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6024898766476263997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6024898766476263997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/03/actually-brianna-can-you-get-out.html' title='Actually, Brianna, can you get out?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-318866308265208488</id><published>2007-02-24T07:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:17:40.855+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>MEMORIES... WITH JULIE.. AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JULIE. says (8:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;NO HES NOT&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;FJMISODEK;JLDF LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;WHAQTS HIS NAME&lt;br /&gt;no mcjikkles over there&lt;br /&gt;OFCOURSE YOURS&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;NEAL YOU RELIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (7:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;AND I SEE YOU LIKE EVERYMONTH&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;WHERES THAT LOGIC&lt;br /&gt;we are breast buddys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (7:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I dont know Joolie. I JUST. DONT. KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (7:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD BUY SOME MILK&lt;br /&gt;And put it in my shirt [obviously]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (7:55 AM):&lt;br /&gt;posers hanging around the back of a 7-11&lt;br /&gt;HEY MANN GOT MILK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (7:56 AM):&lt;br /&gt;got reefer duuude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (7:57 AM):&lt;br /&gt;punk; omgzz vegn plz!!!&lt;br /&gt;me; GOT SOY MILK&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;OOOO BURN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (7:58 AM):&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;ill do out rageously laughable things.&lt;br /&gt;oh the fun john, oh the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:54 AM):&lt;br /&gt;OMG j00 CHOWDAH HEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:05 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i am ju-lac&lt;br /&gt;lord of all things to do with bandaids&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL BOW TO ME YOU MERE MORTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:08 AM):&lt;br /&gt;excited...&lt;br /&gt;john.....&lt;br /&gt;ERECT NIPPLES&lt;br /&gt;THIS CALLS FOR A SEXY PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:31 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SHYLB AGBNSG BITING HEADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;omg such fun&lt;br /&gt;lets by ba-loonz.&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;BAH-WOONZ&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;PANTALOONZ&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:34 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;there'll be lots of bogans at hastings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:49 AM):&lt;br /&gt;and zoe's dad is...&lt;br /&gt;GILBERTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (8:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;without the O&lt;br /&gt;JULIE. says (8:50 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;I WANN CALL HIM GILBERTO&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John!              we came to this country with nothing but a ladel and a dream says (9:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;WHOA WHOA&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE ALONE AND YOU NEED A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TO GIVE YOU HEPATITIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH THE MEMORIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-318866308265208488?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/318866308265208488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=318866308265208488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/318866308265208488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/318866308265208488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories-with-julie-again.html' title='MEMORIES... WITH JULIE.. AGAIN'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4923746294464860190</id><published>2007-01-01T11:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:17:11.305+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='|_33+'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>!!! H@pp33 2()()7 3v3ry0n3 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Just like in the spirit of last year's blog of the upcoming 2006, I'm doing another survey thing&lt;br /&gt;Which nobody made up&lt;br /&gt;Cept me&lt;br /&gt;and Juzz and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;just ranomd questions and crap.&lt;br /&gt;IT'LL BE KEEN.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like 12:05 in the morning :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, Cassie and I have been having a conversation for about an hour, and I was talking with David too. HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU GUYS, and all you others I spose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's my firsties of the year:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First text: Shezz! Shortly followed by Louise, Katherine and Elise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First person I heard talk: Dad XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person talk to me on MSN: Trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First thing I said: OMG! THE HUSTLE! *does the hustle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN emoticon: TThat sexy hot one. (H) to Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN message: happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First new TV show I watched (by that I mean it began after midnight): RAGE!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN screen name: jhnny wishes you a happy new year!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First website I typed in: www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First program opened: Mozilla Firefox&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First awful joke of 2006: Something about masturbating.. HAHA AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First dememnted face made out of symbols: XD&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First facial expression: Smile&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First channel watched: Channel 9&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First song listened to: Wonderful Night - Fatboy Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Meh that's all I can think of at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Be more assertive&lt;br /&gt;2) Be more positive&lt;br /&gt;3) Be randomerrrr&lt;br /&gt;4) Make more movie maker stuff&lt;br /&gt;5) Go on public transport more&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a job&lt;br /&gt;7) Become not so skinny/more muscle! :)&lt;br /&gt;8) Hang out with friends more ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4923746294464860190?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4923746294464860190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4923746294464860190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4923746294464860190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4923746294464860190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2007/01/hpp33-27-3v3ry0n3.html' title='!!! H@pp33 2()()7 3v3ry0n3 !!!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3512909856987207275</id><published>2006-12-24T16:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:16:34.752+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>MEMORIES... WITH JULIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;and he has a point. Of course, sitting on the computer all day and going to Frankston with FEMALES, mostly, sometimes is so much more homoerotic than playing grabass and spanking your jock buddies and changing together after a "game", and then winding down with a nice, steamy, group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;ill squirt there crotches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;Thsi Bindi thing is so damn boring. Singing, then cooking, then singing, then cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;I bet they all masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;Dirty wenches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;homoerotic. great word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;OH yes John, I had a horrible case of crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;But I used some medicines i Bought and it cleared right up, oh jolly well it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about cocaine in an elevator when other people are there. We'll talk so loud they have to eavesdop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhnny is as dead as the cat i'm sitting on! says:&lt;br /&gt;going PITTA SLAP PITTA SLAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU AINT MA MOMMA&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;GIT NOW, GIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;why with my charm and your ravishing looks jhnny.&lt;br /&gt;!julie is a zombie.                     KNIFE vs. FACE round 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;by god we'll rule the suburb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULZ I LOVE MA JULIE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3512909856987207275?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3512909856987207275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3512909856987207275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3512909856987207275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3512909856987207275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories-with-julie.html' title='MEMORIES... WITH JULIE'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3677819142274763517</id><published>2006-12-03T07:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:12:11.270+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Rest of Queensland AND The Formal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, September 20.&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ow, that was quite some time ago. I really need to pee so I'll try to make this short. Which day was this? AH YES. The day Sarah and I went to the beach. We went into Surfers Paradise first, and got a beachmat thingy made or that annoying stuff.. yeah that's the..D We aslo got a big umbrella. Unfortunately at the beach, it was so fxcking windy we spent like an hour putting the stuff up and trying to get it to stay, I was so post officed.&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah went back to the hotel for like, 10 minutes, and came back with a boogieboard. So we went boogieboarding in the waves. I've never done that before, it's rather delicious. Mmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THOSE FREEKIN INDIAN PEOPLE FINALLY LEFT =D spa hogging bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, September 21.&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ight, mum couldn't be bothered, so Sarah and I went to Wet'n'Wild world.&lt;br /&gt;(Well actually before that we went to Movie World and just walked around coz there was nothing to do.) I didn't particularly want to, what with my insane fear of drowning and the fact that I suck at swimming. :D But hell. We went into the wave pool and such, and there's this thing called Calypso Beach which is pretty spankable. It's a circular river that goes around this little island.. you go on it on inflatable tubes, it's great. Also, there's this thing called Buccaneer Bay for the kids. There's a big pirate head up the top that is having water poured into it, and when it gets too big, the bell rings, and everybody gets dunked in the water. So of course, Sarah and I stayed back and watched the kids drown.&lt;br /&gt;There's another ride atop a biiig hill, I forget what it's called, but it's basically a water slide.. well actually there's 4 of them. There were some scaaary people in the lines there. Like some old man who looked pregnant with a small, mail-ordered bride from Asia. =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sarah and I went down that thing heeeaps coz it's mighty fun. The first time I went down it, I'm so damn light, I wasn't going fast enough. The kid behind me (who is supposed to be gapped apart about 30 seconds) actually overtook me. It was embarrassment. And another time, and this was actually quite scary: I went down, then Sarah did. SHE WAS COMING UP BEHIND ME AWFUL FAST. I had to keep pushing myself to go must faster otherwise she would crash into me. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, September 22.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m pretty sure we left on the Friday.. yes, jolly good, yes. We checked out in the morning and went over to the bus stop and waited for AAAGGGESSSS for the airport bus to come around. It finally did, and we got to the airport. The flight left at about 2:30, I believe, and we got back around 5, 5:30. During the flight I was sitting next to some indian guy. I was afraid he had a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP. XD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We got back and outta the airport blahh blah and we were waiting in the drop-off bay, and by now it was dark. Father finally came around and we went home..&lt;br /&gt;THEN I FOUND MY PINSTRIPE BLACK PANTS THAT I PLANNED ON TAKING TO QUEENSLAND. They were in my drawer the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, December 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AHA that's right. Let's skip forward two months to the YEAR TWELVE FORMAL. That was mighty fun. Sarah brought Ben as her date to this place in Cranbourne.. (they went in a limo) and she brought me, mother, father, Julia, Erin and Kyla. Everybody was tlaking and taking photos outside, then after a while we went into the dining area thing where the formal takes place :) the six of us, (minus sarah and ben) sat at a table, shared by these four, horny, drunken people. Every now and then they went outside with their partner and came back in separately (not much a time difference though, it was still obvious) buttoning their shirts and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually, Mason, Stef and Caz were up there introducing everyone to the formal etc, as Shad was taking pictures. Then the waitresses came around dropping random plates of food onto people. I got chicken and crap. I ate some of it. Hoozahs?!&lt;br /&gt;Then came awards for teachers. Again, Mase, Stef and Caz were up there, I think they were the 'most likely' awards to teachers, they were hilaritus.&lt;br /&gt;I think next there was dancing? There was a DJ of course, so everybody was dancing to the techno, and eventually there was the macarena, went for AGES. So me, Erin and Kyla joined in on zee action, and so did Mrs Field and her new, massive, unstable, black boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bout that folks. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, anyway&lt;br /&gt;then they did dessert. Mousse, mm. Infact, this next thing probably happened before the dessert:&lt;br /&gt;Students awards! Each student got a 'most likely' award and they were alllll different. Coz Sarah took a lot of days off school this year, hers was 'Most likely to take a sickie on the night of the formal'&lt;br /&gt;Mason's was "Most likely to be married to AB this time next year" AHHAHAHA. Here's some others I can recall:&lt;br /&gt;"Most likely to throw this award out"&lt;br /&gt;"Most likely to do the best moves on the dance floor"&lt;br /&gt;"Most likely to cater for Mexicans"&lt;br /&gt;I DONT THINK THE LAST ONE IS RIGHT. But I like it, ton sarn.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at around 10.30 dad, went home, then the DJ started up again. Me and Erin joined in the dancing for aaaages. They went at about 11:40, and we left at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;JOLLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word Count: 957.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3677819142274763517?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3677819142274763517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3677819142274763517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3677819142274763517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3677819142274763517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/12/rest-of-queensland-and-formal.html' title='The Rest of Queensland AND The Formal!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4494288052915603393</id><published>2006-10-16T20:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:14:06.533+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Queensland, Dave Five AND My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, September 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay I'd like this to be quick. The Tuesday in Queensland was SEA WORLD DAY. There's a huuuuge monorail going around the place, which we rode on out of boredom, woohoo. There was a show on, some realllyyyy cheesy '60s surfer thing with teenagers in love and LOTS of water-skiing and water-activites. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw heaps of anermuhls, like the underground shark viewing thing, the seals whom have rocks, AND Melissa from year 11! We saw her but she didn't see us. No she's not an animal. Bahha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I went on the log flume which was SHAPED LIKE A PIRATE XD and there was a huuuuge drop that I screamed at :] We too went on the Bermuda Triangle which took soooo long in the line and that crappy video about Americans. Then there was the boat ride into the volcano which SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Creepy aliens and very, very loud noises, flashing things, FIRE, backwardsness, betrayal and the guy talking on the "radio" which was just plain hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after looking at a lot of animals and this big ship that you could see dolphins from (and we also watched a dolphin training bit) we got on this chairlift from one side of the park which went allllll the way to the other side over the lakes and stuuf it was SO high up it was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I hate asians, they were walking so damn slow we missed the bus the hell out of there and we had to wait for another one -.-" ASIANS WERE EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, October 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THAT. Now my birthday was the first day of school, which was actually a staff work day so we didn't go, BAHAH. I tried planning my birthday party but things just got in the way that made me go: John confused? So I didn't end up having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list :] Off it I got Scrubs season 4 (BOOYAH), Simpsons Season 8, and baha eee my dad got the wiggidy-wackiest birthday cards he made himself thanks to our old buddy the internet :] and a STEWIE LUNCHBOX HEHEHE it is so cute. Treehehehehehehe =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course grandparents and uncle Bruce gave me money, woohoo! Happy birthday to me! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word Count: 388.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4494288052915603393?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4494288052915603393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4494288052915603393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4494288052915603393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4494288052915603393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/10/queensland-dave-five-and-my-birthday.html' title='Queensland, Dave Five AND My Birthday!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-9159344719885302934</id><published>2006-10-11T10:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:13:28.758+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Queensland Day Four AND The Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, September 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay, fay four was the Monday that we went to Currumbin, which is like a biiiig nature park thing. Like seriously, it's huge and spans over two roads. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Currumbin National Park had animals and such. The queue at the lunch bar thing took like half an hour, we saw the Totally Wild show (which had nothing to do with the TV show whatsoever) and everythign there was uber expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were iris birds everywhere, and at 4pm they had a lorikeet feeding where people held up trays of food for lorikeets to come get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around and such, la dee da, swell day for a hike. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeha I know, Currumbin wasn't that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although later we could have gone into Surfers Paradise, if this was the night. It probably was, so I'll just write it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got uber cool ice-cream and went ino the RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT MUSEUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so very, very weird. It was all underground, and there were weird videos and pictures and interactive things everywhere. Infact, one bit there was a mirror so you could do some tricks with your tongue, like rolling it etc. Then later in the thing you find out that it's a two-way mirror, so you get to watch people make stupid faces in the mirror! It was hilaritus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hilaritus. Also they had this great thing where you walked through a small tunnel, and the walls are actually a big circle with fake rocks and stuff, and it rotated like crazy. So once you step inside you get really dizzy and walk along the path, and there's just a door out the other end next to the mirrors, that reflected the spininess of the rotating dealy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeah that didn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, September 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay, I'm gonna skip ahead a few weeks to the last Wednesday of the holidays before I forget it. I went to the Melbourne Shooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was meeting Donna and Julie at the Frankston station for the first time. I got there at like 7:30, and they were already there. Julie was scared of me coz I kept patting her, and Donna's sister Rachel, and her boyfriend Brad, were there too. So Trevor came as well, I donno if he was there already I don't remember, but then Louise came later and I met her for the first time as well. At like, 8, we got on a train and went up to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some trouble with wehre we were getting on or off, whathaveyou, and I kept bothering Donna and Julie on the way up which of course gave me ENDless enjoyment! HoozaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeeeah we switched trains at Southern Cross station to the showgrounds one. We got there at like.. some time. 10, perhaps? Anwyay we went through and Julie peed, which was wonderful. Donna and I could hear PANIC! playing so we were singing along outside and Julie came out later, who heard us the whole time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was some ride that had heaps of chain chairs and it got up really high and spun around in circles for aaages. Donna was eager to go no, I was not, and Julie is more brave than I so those two went on. BAHAH JULIE'S FACE WAS SO SCAAAAARED. Aww, she looked so cute tho &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and Julie were not happy. Oops &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word Count: 1,036.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-9159344719885302934?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/9159344719885302934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=9159344719885302934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9159344719885302934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9159344719885302934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/10/queensland-day-four-and-show.html' title='Queensland Day Four AND The Show!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8031614320760792187</id><published>2006-10-07T08:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:12:49.611+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Queensland, Days Two &amp; Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, September 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay-son! 2nd day, we woke up, Sarah and I probably tried to find a slim chance to get in the spa as there was ALWAYS someone in it. ALWAYS. Especially this evil, greedy Indian couple who wouldn't stop howling over it. Silly, silly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a bus down to Pacific Fair. Now Pacific Fair is this HUMUNGOE shopping centre, that is just the largest thing ever. It's like Southland, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and had breakfast at a cafe thing, pancakes :) They were HUMUNGOE so I didn't eat it all.. hehe. Mum stopped at like every store, and for some reason we stopped at Target for like 2 HOURS MINUS ONE HOUR. They wanted to shop shop shop! I found a DVD of Annie, Fly Away Home and Madeleine. So I bought that for the kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got sunnies! At last! We had searched for sungalsses just about everywhere and finally found some &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, September 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One. Where is the fife. And two, give me the fife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we got up and decided to go to MOVIE WORLD! Hoozah! We got in tharrrrrrr, there's like a gazillion sections before the actual entrance. First there's the bus parking and seating in very front, in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuase Movie World and Wet n Wild World (and that Australian shack thing) are out in the middle of nowhere on the highway between the Gold Coast and Brisbane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then there's the BUY YOUR TICKETS AREA. Then you walk forward like, another 10 metres and there's the VALIDATE YOUR TICKET area. Then like, another 30 metres ahead is the landmark archway to the park: The giant Movie World sign. We both some photos infront of it, which was the sex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went inside and there's this giant waterfall, that actually wasn't giant, infront of us. To the left is the BATMAN STORE AND RIDE which we didn't even get into that region. Infront of the waterfall is the SUPERMAN RIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddz kept wanting me to go on it, and I think not! Bahahah! Fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the transmission thing talking. "Please prepare for your suicide, now. If you wish to live, please exit the ride immediately. *Harnasses come down* BAHAHA JUST KIDDING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians were everywhere taking photos, almost everything was a gift shop, and they had these delicious things called CHURROS, which is like a cinammon donut, only it's long like a huge sausage and baked more thoroughly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh golly I could live off those. Even writing about them is making my mouth go boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into a gift store or dozen, coz mum really wanted to, and I was phoning with Maddz thinking of soemthing to get her. I couldnt decide, so Sarah led me out and told me to come back at the end of the day, which we forgot all about. I still don't have anything for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we passed the Shrek 4-D thing, and went in! Now I assumed 4-D was just 3-D with a MORE X-TREME name. I was wrong. 4-D is actually 3-D, except the chairs move too. For instance, Donkey sneezed, and wtaer came out of the chair infront of you and sprayed you in the legs. And spiders jumped on the screen, so little burts of air came out behind your legs and tickled your leggings. There was also a spray of wawter from the back of the chair in the neckle region, and the chairs vibrated a lot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, it was just creepy. So ON WE WENT down the path and there was like, Hi-5 impersenators, or Mystery Inc. impersonaters, I forget who was there at the time. Anyway it was just scary, so ON WE WALKED, into the little area which was the.. Looney Tunes something. We went on the River Ride, which was a journey to "find Bugs Bunny" coz he ran off, then we went through a river with lots of.. things. It was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I then went on MY FIRST ROLLERCOASTER EVARRR. The Road Runner Rollercoaster. lol it was just weird. Who the hell puts their arms in the air?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so Sarah and I went on the KIDS BUMPER CARS. Never been on that before, either. It was so great. lmao. Mum took photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get an airbrush tattoo, but Sarah didn't! BAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to a gift shop and I bought a keyring, and mum bought some mugs. Teeeeeheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we left after that. If I missed anything, TOO BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, we saw the Police Academy Stunt Show. Lmao it was great. For the half-hour it filled, there was a mime dressed like a cop who was doing clown-things, like blowing up balloons and spraying people with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunt show itself was funny, they brought down 4 random people from the audience, and one of them WAS ACTUALLY A STUNT GUY. And he got hurt a lot. Lmao. It was terrific. There was explosions, fast cars, falling, diving, suspending, flying through the air.. bah it had it all. GIANT FIRE ERSPLOSION AT THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we bussed home, watched that DVD I bought. Hehehehe.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 957.&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/9145047387030411066-8031614320760792187?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8031614320760792187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8031614320760792187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8031614320760792187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8031614320760792187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/10/queensland-days-two-three.html' title='Queensland, Days Two &amp; Three.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1427253797590548982</id><published>2006-09-27T15:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:05:41.489+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Queensland, Day One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, September 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kay, it's the alst day of school, but I didnt go. I got on a plane to Queensland instead. The plane left at around the middle of the day and got there at 2:20. I sat at the airport outside at Coolangatta and called Maddz. A shuttle came like 20 minutes later. =D So we took the shuttle to Enderly Gardens, on the way noticing that there are too many resorts, buses and Asians, and settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is great. It has a pool and a spa! Oh, and a sauna! Ooooooh. Actually it's got a table tennis, tennis court, a playground and a few barbeques to. It's just that we didn't use those. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the Friday night, Mother, Sarah and I went into the main shopping centre downtoen of Surfers Paradise, called Surfers. Or Surfers Centro, blah blah. On Friday nights down by the beach, there's a market, where people set up stalls and things. It was quite boring, though Mother found it FASCINATING! We walked around a lot after that, and bought a few things. Later we went home and went to bed. Late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about the Gold Coast is, if you're either old, fat, or Asian, you're going to reproduce. And boy do they. They were everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1427253797590548982?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1427253797590548982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1427253797590548982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1427253797590548982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1427253797590548982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/09/queensland-day-one.html' title='Queensland, Day One.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5874824059964480338</id><published>2006-09-23T05:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:05:10.851+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>The sun will come out tomorrow! (AKA. Annie)</title><content type='html'>I was gonna do this blog and the next one, or two, depends, probably one, as one blog, but I'm afraid the whole thing will bugger up and I'll have to do it all again like I did with my report one. So I'll just write about Annie here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, September 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he very first day of Annie training at the school that we were performing it at. Oh boy was that hellish. We didn't get to use the real change rooms, and my part was too damn quiet, I was really bad at it. The guys had to go out and change in the toilets of the EMC Gym.. WHERE THERE WERE PEOPLE. And EMC people suck, trust me. The all think they're top shit. It was actually rather depressing. For them, not me. I just laughed at them for being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, September 13.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he performance is the very next day and we are so obviously totally not ready. But meh. xD we still didn't get the change rooms this time either, and Zoe and I told Cara to come to the back stage door at recess, and she did. She got shooed off by little kids. Then she came back at lunch, and we spoke for like 3 minutes before little kids told on them and got Cara and her friends kicked out. I hate children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, September 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ell now it's the night of the very first performance, at EMC, and we went through it with flying colours. We somehow made some sort of a fluke and went through it much better than we had rehearsed it. For instance, Warren dropped a champagne glass by accident and yelled out, "THAT'S MY FINE CHINA!" Everybody laughed! Well I didn't. I wasn't there, I was backstage. But I kept hearing about it, soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, September 15.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he second night of performing, we all sucked that night. It didn't go as well as Wednesday, but apparently it sold like 80 tickets on THAT DAY because people thought it was really good the previous night. Hilarity box! At the end of the show, Sofi had decided that the year 8's decided to give all the people who worked on the production a little gift. I GOT TO GIVE SHAD CHOCOLATES. The crowning touch, believe me. Anyway, I got outside afterwards, and I went to bother people and say bye to them, and who should I run into but CARA JADE HERSELF. Yes, her and her mother got tickets at the door, on the night, and now Cara won't stop saying Oxydent. Blahajdhads! So I talked with Cara for a while, and I later was introduced to Cara's mum, who I called Mrs. Cara Jade, sea monkies all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I left, never to return until the very next term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WENT TO QUEENSLAND THE NEXT DAY! Read the enxt blog for more details, that's if it's been invented yet, which would depend on whether or not you're reading this while you're all asleep and I'm still up writing this at 5:30 in the morning. What am I even doing up at this hour? I JUST DON'T KNOW. I think it's starting to get a bit light. I hear birds chirping and I thought I saw a bit of horizon outside. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for that thing I haven't done in a while, what my MSN names mean! The previous one for March 18, I remember was from a Simpsons episode, fairly new, with the guy who trained dugongs/manatees. Yeeeeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mar 19    jerrrneee ~ They both died doing what they love... rafting.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;D is fed up with listening to the story Carla and Ron are talking about. Carla comes to the conclusion that they both died. JD says, "Oh, thank GOD!" in relief that the story is over. Then he needs to cover for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 20    jerrrneee ~ Cleanliness is next to not dying ness.&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;as this off Spongebob? Or was it some other quote off Spongebob that went along the same lines as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 21    jerrrneee ~ Great cow of Moscow!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;think it was one of the random exclamations that Hermes would blurt out every so often on Futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 22    jerrrneee ~ This is a man that believes the plural of goose is sheep.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ois on Family Guy: Do you want this man to be looking after your children? This is a man that believes the plural of goose is sheep. Vote for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 23    jerrrneee ~ The in-your-face interface.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust one of the many components of Bender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 24    jerrrneee ~ I am Bender. Please insert girder.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom the same episode as above, Bender's free will and brain disk is removed and that is all he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 25    jerrrneee ~ They said I probably shouldn't fly with just one eye!&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;gain, the same episode, something Leela randomly sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 26    jerrrneee ~ Warb of the worlds.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n one of the Simpsons halloween episodes, this was what one of those modified credit names said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 28    jerrrneee ~ Coming soon to an illegal DVD.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;tagline at the beginning of a Futurama episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 29    jerrrneee ~ Ruby Joe was having a little female trouble of his own.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ah, I don't remember, but it was really good! NYEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 30    jerrrneee ~ Sweets for the sweet!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he gay waiter at the Sacred Heart Hospital that they would act gay infront of to get free food. One time he gave JD cake, while declaring, "Sweets for the sweet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 31    jerrrneee ~ That's not crime! That's a box with CRIME written on it!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;T'S BURNT FACE MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apr 1    jerrrneee ~ Teenage kids washing cars for money; is there anything more arousing?&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omething mister Tom Tucker said as a finishing round-up for a filler story on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apr 2    jerrrneee ~ Nice and hollow, mister roboto.&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow Homer says he likes the waffles his robot prepares.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now then, it's best for me to be off! It's almost 6am, and I'm yet to sleep. I'll go to sleep when everybody is awake. Bwahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write another blog when man walks on the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1,035&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5874824059964480338?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5874824059964480338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5874824059964480338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5874824059964480338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5874824059964480338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/09/sun-will-come-out-tomorrow-aka-annie.html' title='The sun will come out tomorrow! (AKA. Annie)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4208842526062986856</id><published>2006-08-22T17:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:04:31.468+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krispy Kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Bake me a pie, Martha. (AKA woww. big day, mum's bday, jelly baby.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ghahahaa. It's mum's birthday today. 48. Oldie. In the morning, I had to get at school at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;8:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; for SRC, to get ready for the dealy. Collecting money, coz it was FREE DRESS DAY XD of course, I didnt collect money, no, I went down to I Block dressed as a giant purple jelly baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;8:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *comes in to the office. only other person there is yr 12 caz.*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rietveld: oh, good... *looking grateful* sinc you're so brave, WEAR THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well, basically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl, well, I had a really heavy backpack that sprayed air into the silk suit, and a giant head twice or three times my own head  on the top. It was crazy. I had to balance my head so I could see with my real chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, we went around to home groups getting money off people, and I dressed in it again at lunch and took photos with little bastard children poking me and stuff. I hate them allllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara asked me to go to Frankston today.. haha too bad, I went out for dinner instead at Fratelli's. It was alright =P Me, Mum, Saarah, Ben and Ross went. Swellination! Haha, like at a diagonaly table away, there was a booth, with a mum, dad, a really tiny kid and another kid (which I didnt see, the dad was in the way =P) anyway, the kid was staring at us, so we stared back. Sarah made a retarded happy face, and I pointed at him. After a while he got upset and we saw him go, "mummy..." so we were like, AHH SHIT LOOK DOWN. and the mum was apparently glaring at us, I didn't see. Haha, the kid was still scared so he swapped seats with his creppy brutish father so the kid ditn have to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad was fxcking staring at us for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after taht, at like 8, me, Ben and Sarah drove up to KRISPY KREME, BITCH. In like, Narre Warren. The drive thru was empy and there were lines of like 30 asians inside. "Okay, drive thru." Went in, out in like a minute. Now we have 2 boxes, all up 24 donuts, to scoff down. Still not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the three of us got home, Ross and Mum werent there, and we didnt have keys. Luckily Sarah knew the way in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom window aint locked so we took of the flywire and went in. Now I'm here writing this blog =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Word Count: 430&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4208842526062986856?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4208842526062986856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4208842526062986856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4208842526062986856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4208842526062986856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/08/bake-me-pie-martha-aka-woww-big-day.html' title='Bake me a pie, Martha. (AKA woww. big day, mum&apos;s bday, jelly baby.)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6692488021164273144</id><published>2006-07-14T17:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:03:28.762+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>I'm telling you, pineapples work as silencers. (AKA, just about everything)</title><content type='html'>GRR I'm writing this for the second time. Yes, all of it, every damn bit. It didn't work. I HATE YOU MYSPACE. BURN. I WISH CANCER UPON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole Amber-related story here I typed earlier, but who cares. It's not worthy of being typed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Group - Jamison&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his subject is completely uninimpoartant, yeah, as it't not even a subject. It's the bloody 15 minutes in the morning where Jammo takes roll call, speeches, and Mady sucks up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Curricular Activites:&lt;br /&gt;-SRC&lt;br /&gt;-The Production of Annie&lt;br /&gt;-Outdoor Education Camp Wilsons Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammo's Two Cents Worth:&lt;br /&gt;John has been a respectful and attentive student. He has good relationships with his peers and is always smiling (it's morning, nothing has spoiled my day yet). He has been punctual and well presented. He has had overdue work and it reminded to use his diary to plan his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days Late: 2&lt;br /&gt;Days Absent: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevo's Worthless Counterfeit Cents (he's the head of Middle School):&lt;br /&gt;John, you have worked well generally, but have let yourself down by not submitting some work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are his signature and the Principal's. If I had a scanner, they'd be up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent     Good     Satisfactory    Improve&lt;br /&gt;Uniform                               x&lt;br /&gt;Punctuality                           x&lt;br /&gt;Use of Diary                        x&lt;br /&gt;Class Duties                                          x&lt;br /&gt;Manners            x&lt;br /&gt;Devotions                                              x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English - Jamison - N (that's a fail :D)&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;egh, what planet is Jammo on? In the Subject Overview, she wrote that we read some book called 'Halfway Across The Galaxy and Turn Left' a book we never read, we apparently worked out of a book called English Rules! aswell, and got to write a log on a book of our choice. FALSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War II research project - B&lt;br /&gt;Debating - C&lt;br /&gt;Comparison of film and novel - NA&lt;br /&gt;Book Report - N&lt;br /&gt;Language Analysis - B (don't think I did that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour           x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                     x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                              x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                          x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                                                            x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics - Lewis - C&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ow, you know what would've helped in Maths? If e didn't have a polish sausage teaching the class. She can't teach for squat. I laugh. Gahaha. Number, Algebra, Space, Measurement, Chance and Data, Reasoning and Strategy. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed Number - B&lt;br /&gt;Consumber Maths - C&lt;br /&gt;Number Assignment - B&lt;br /&gt;Statistics - C&lt;br /&gt;Algebra - S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                               x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                           x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                          x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so lazy for doing the graph like that. Eh, Hopkins did it too, and he's a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History - Jamison - N (yay, another fail. I've failed 2/3)&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aha, Jammo got the description right this time. Something about the Darak Ages, Medieval Times and William The Dudeface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Ages Project - A&lt;br /&gt;Life in Medieval Times project - N (YAYAYYA, I think that was the one where we had to make a model. what do you learn about castles by building a model?)&lt;br /&gt;Dark Ages test - E&lt;br /&gt;Life in Medival Times test - N (I'm not good at Medieval Times.. but yet, I blame it on Jammo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour           x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                                          x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                                                               x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                            x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                                                            x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, we never had any Homework in History anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible Studies - Jamison - N (yay, failed 3/4)&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave you noticed that this is the last Jammo subject, and I failed them all? :) Oh well, I blame her. TOFF. I can explain another reason why I failed it.. the subject overview claims doesn't blatantly say what topics we did like the other pages do... every day in Bible seemed completely irrelevent to the previous lesson. I got no work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests - N&lt;br /&gt;Class and Book work - N (she never checked it!)&lt;br /&gt;Assignments - N&lt;br /&gt;Overall Grade - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour           x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                   x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                                                 x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                            x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                    wtf, no mark here. am I that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                                                            x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science - Fat bitch waste of sp-- Field - E&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aha, I BARELY passed this subject. I expected to fail, as Field is THE worst teacher at the school. My whole family hates her, especially mother. I told Field I hated her earlier this year. Field ia ALWAYS at least 10 mins late to every class and always tells blonde jokes and shit to fill time, that's how crappy she is. I could rant more about Field, but it would take up too much time and space. Just like she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Test - UG&lt;br /&gt;Practical Work - B&lt;br /&gt;Native Plants - D&lt;br /&gt;Topic Test - E&lt;br /&gt;Wind Pollinated Flower Assignment - C (I didn't do the model.. just like with the castles in History, what the fark do you learn from making a model?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                         x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                           x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography - Schultink - S&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;chultink is a NORMAL teacher. We learn with him. He teaches us. It works. He's not FIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookwork S/N - D&lt;br /&gt;Tests - D&lt;br /&gt;Weather Hazards Project - S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                              x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                   x&lt;br /&gt;Homework          x&lt;br /&gt;Organized            x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships        x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                             x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Education - Jackass, not worthy of a name - N&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast time I wrote this, I did a HUGE rant and stuff like that, about how Jackass never actually teaches us anything, but instead tells us to just "play a game" so he can perve on the guys with the tight pants. I'll try to recollect :) Jackass is the jackassiest teacher. EVARR. In his comments on my PE-ness, or lack thereof, the last sentence was, "I have spoken to John about the expectations and requirements that he needs to fulfil in order to succeed in Physical Educaation, but unfortuneately he has not taken any positive steps to improve in this area." Damn right, I haven't. It's coz YOU'RE AN IDIOT, JACKASS. I doubt he actually typed the reports. He must have used a person who can translate Neanderthal into English. Here's what Jackass probably said for that sentence: JOHN IS DA IDIOTITITICIC DUZNT TO FUKN NUTTIN GLARRGJAGSD. Congratulations, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're mediocre! &lt;/span&gt;Here's some gentle applause for you out of pity. *One clap*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball - D&lt;br /&gt;AFL - E&lt;br /&gt;Theory Assignment - N (load of shit. what to you learn about fitness from looking up an AFL player?)&lt;br /&gt;Softball - E&lt;br /&gt;Soccer - E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                              x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                                                        x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                                    x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                          x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                                                            x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information Skills - Woodbridge - S&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very subject from this one on falls under the 'Useless' category. I adivse you to stop reading altogether. Information Skills is some crock about library resources and bibliographies etc. We only have one period a week of this, it's that useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography - S&lt;br /&gt;Note-taking - S&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography Electronic - S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                               x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                           x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                           x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outdoor Education - AJ - N&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his doesn't even deserve a summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information Technology - Hopkins.. yeah, "DR" Hopkins - C&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nformation tech was a crock this year. He couldn't teach and he's slow at everything, ESPECIALLY speech. But, he's not your average old guy with dimensia, no, he acts all high and mighty as if he's still qualified to utter more than 5 words in the day. Which he shouldn't. He's really slow. A few people moved home groups at the beginning of the year. He still hasn't figured it out. The subject overview says we had a look at writing our own computer program... you gotta be pretty damn smart to know how that works. Most people can't open the windows in our classroom, how will they cope? PLUS, he says that when he gave the opportunity for someone to come up and demonstrate something, I should've put my hand up. He only ever gave us this chance twice, and I was the one to demonstrate one of those times. PLUS PLUS, in the graph, he put the ticks in every row in the same spot. That's not a coincidence, he did it for everybody else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use of office software - B (oh please, I know more than he does)&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge and correct use of computers - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                            x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                           x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performing Arts - Hooper - A&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;did quite well in this one. Too bad it's an elective and means nothing whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research Questions - A&lt;br /&gt;Group performance project - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Excellent   Very Good  Satisfactory  Borderline  NS&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour                              x&lt;br /&gt;Effort                                                       x&lt;br /&gt;Homework                                              x&lt;br /&gt;Organized                                                x&lt;br /&gt;Relationships                                            x&lt;br /&gt;Work Submit                                           x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I passed the half year. Does this matter for the end of year? I'll fail that and stay behind. They can put it in 'ALMOST' magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again with my old MSN names and what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 25    OMGTEHJHNNY )( I don't understand the question! Tehehheegeheh!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his is something Josh kept saying for a few days, pretending to be a teenybopper. The constant twirling of the hair is also included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 26    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Sploopz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my said this on a Futurama episode when she dropped her glass of champagne.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 27    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Two cups, and some pie.&lt;br /&gt;JD&lt;/span&gt; had said this to Danni on Scrubs when he was persuading her to stay longer.. with the temptation of two cups of coffee and some pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 28    OMGTEHJHNNY )( You know what would make this party better? Sweet death.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;uring a really boring party on That 70s Show.. Eric's cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 1    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Paint the town green!             ...with red paint.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;think Philly had this as her MSN name for a while. I steal so much off her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 2    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Ahh! Ow! Ohh!&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s Dr. Cox said to.. someone.. a patient, the guy who always thought he was sick.. "Take your temperature, check your vitals, and your rectal.. it's your basic Ahh, Ow.. (aroused) ohh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 3    OMGTEHJHNNY )( I made like a finnity of those at scout camp.&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;APOLEON DYNAMITE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 4    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Bend, and snap!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't believe this needs a description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 5    OMGTEHJHNNY )( Take my advice, I don't use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;as is Philly that said this? Or Julez? Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 6    OMGTEHJHNNY )( From the outside to the backside.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was attempting to say something in my head.. like "from the outside to the otherside" but I couldn't get the words. That's what came out instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 7    The Master Of Irrelevance $$ Tumours aren't contagious, but I can make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;AMMIT I don't remember! Waaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 9    The Master Of Irrelevance $$ 60 years?! That's almost 75 years!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a feeling this might have something to do with Tash, but I don't think I knew her back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 10    Shad " You're learning stuff, you're doing stuff, you're eating chicken breast!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH &lt;/span&gt;wish I could remember this one, it was really good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 11    Shad " Oh, the necklace, yaay!&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ep, 70s Show quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 12    Shad " That's right Evans.. time to die...&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;quinty kept saying this all the time a while ago, although he doesn't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 13    Shad " I wish my grass was emo so it would cut itself.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his seems to have been on everyone's MSN name, but I stole it off Adelle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 14    Shad " People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;eh greatest, well not absolute greatest quote from Scrubs that is a classic. I'm still using it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 15    Shad " You're welcome-o.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;r Kelso trying to speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 16    Shad " These boots are made for kicking... you.&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;hilly's MSN name, I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 17    Shad " Raisins are nuture's candy, just as eggs are nature's hand grenades.&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;0s show, during halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: (gives trick or treaters raisins, the kids complain and whine) Oh come on now, raisins are nature's candy! (The kids throw eggs at their door)&lt;br /&gt;Red: Yeah, just as eggs are nature's hand grenades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mar 18    Shad " Yummy yummy kelp. " Happy birthday David/NicLOL&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't quite remember, it could have been off Spongebob. Whoever said it had a REALLY soothing voice though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizzi and I have been exchanging comments yesterday. Here's a transcript:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WIZZFIZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my little gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Paint my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    raaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i sure will paint your house.&lt;br /&gt;and then ill fart all over it.&lt;br /&gt;haha itll be a date!&lt;br /&gt;pringles taste better if you crush them up.&lt;br /&gt;loveeee wiz xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    yay for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;better have been an italian douchebag coz im italian mwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;eggs. boiled or fried?&lt;br /&gt;i like them both ways. or in an ommlette too!&lt;br /&gt;smack those little yr 7ers back to yr 7 land because they are bitches fro trying to touch you with eggs.&lt;br /&gt;thats my job anyway&lt;br /&gt;loveee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry what was your job?&lt;br /&gt;being a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;being italian?&lt;br /&gt;being a douchebag?&lt;br /&gt;being a year 7&lt;br /&gt;or a year 7 beater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I also like ice cream&lt;br /&gt;and a nice pair of slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you dine my sleigh tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    all of the above and much more.&lt;br /&gt;like professional...eater?&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;CDs ARE SHINEY!&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that because one was reflecting in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty much the smartest like ever.&lt;br /&gt;nice myspace,   ever take it over any sweet jumps?&lt;br /&gt;wooo good old napolean dynomite.&lt;br /&gt;gobstopper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my layout off the pier&lt;br /&gt;I think it's still out there.&lt;br /&gt;I can guess what too!&lt;br /&gt;so,   guess what&lt;br /&gt;THOSE GLASSES ARE TOO BIG FOR YOUR EYES&lt;br /&gt;how can you seeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what again&lt;br /&gt;I am a fhqwhgad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody doctors,   you get the same disease 3 or 4 times,   they start lecturing you like it's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gobstarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    my sunnies are only a little too big. they kinda fall off my head when i walk. but only a little.&lt;br /&gt;guess what else.&lt;br /&gt;i had americans at my house.&lt;br /&gt;four 18 yr olds.&lt;br /&gt;it was so very funny&lt;br /&gt;one of them wore my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;i got a pic&lt;br /&gt;veryyy funny.&lt;br /&gt;loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess ANOTHER thing&lt;br /&gt;I ate a tube of americans for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;4 18 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;now I don't have any room in my stomach for like phillipino drag queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellington. BEEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    a tube of americans?&lt;br /&gt;is that like american vegimite?&lt;br /&gt;i figured out something today while i was eating my strawberry jam on toast.&lt;br /&gt;they call jam,   jelly.&lt;br /&gt;because they say..yeah ill have some jelly on toast thanks.&lt;br /&gt;and they mean that they want jam on toast.&lt;br /&gt;WEIRDDDD&lt;br /&gt;but preeeety funny&lt;br /&gt;orange highlighter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam? jelly? THE DOUCHES. JAM AND JELLY IS OUR WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my race will find this information very interesting. why thankyou Lolly,   m'love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate an orange highlighter today... now I shoot orange lazers out of my eyes. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i once knew a man from nantucket that could shoot green lazors from his eyes. true story.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what else americans say that is weird&lt;br /&gt;caramel&lt;br /&gt;instead of saying it our way that say it like&lt;br /&gt;carrraahhhhmahhhllll&lt;br /&gt;like that!&lt;br /&gt;its really funny.&lt;br /&gt;and tomato sauce. theres no tomato sauce in america. its ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;go figure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam? jelly? THE DOUCHES. JAM AND JELLY IS OUR WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my race will find this information very interesting. why thankyou Lolly,   m'love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate an orange highlighter today... now I shoot orange lazers out of my eyes. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    thats the SAME comment buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;i got a high score on my pinball machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes and figures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;americans.&lt;br /&gt;they're so american.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite scared.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WE SHOULD WORSHIP THEM.&lt;br /&gt;douchiess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOLLY,   YOU ARE MY LITTLE GENTLEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the hawaiians?&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Hawaii once.&lt;br /&gt;the welcome sign said "Welcome to Hawaii,   How'd you get here in a car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAMG PHILLY..&lt;br /&gt;COCO...&lt;br /&gt;SARAH..&lt;br /&gt;WIZZI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S KERMAZING. what high score number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,   m'love,   I seem to have pressed the POST COMMENT button and it froze,   so I went back and posted it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ATE A 20 DOLLAR BILL FOR SNACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;dont worship americans unless its the guys that stayed at my place.&lt;br /&gt;and hawaiians are amreicans too.&lt;br /&gt;but they are hawiian americans.&lt;br /&gt;there is a difference. i think&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could drive to hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;i drove to see nemo one time in my bus&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;but the only problem was that we couldnt open the windows unless we were thirsty&lt;br /&gt;icecream stickss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin Robin,   eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me likes.&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;my ex and I&lt;br /&gt;are fighting&lt;br /&gt;and she recruited some bastard&lt;br /&gt;and they both think I didn't respect her or something&lt;br /&gt;and used her&lt;br /&gt;not sure how they came to this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;they think they know what happened in my head.&lt;br /&gt;and this bloody other random,   daniel,   is acting all fucking manly and shit,   saying he'd pay people to bash me and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ill smash them for ya.&lt;br /&gt;and OMG that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;these randoms added me to an msn convo and were abusing me and telling me how they were gonna kill me and stuff&lt;br /&gt;scaryy people.&lt;br /&gt;they couldnt even spell propperly.&lt;br /&gt;tough break with the ex from hell it sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good thaughts.&lt;br /&gt;like...DANCING NAKED!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe i like to dance&lt;br /&gt;not particularly naked&lt;br /&gt;but i like to dance.&lt;br /&gt;haha rockin robin,   song.&lt;br /&gt;good to dance to too.&lt;br /&gt;loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DANCING&lt;br /&gt;especially aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, I &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    its so true.&lt;br /&gt;it really shows how pathetic and immature you are. to argue.&lt;br /&gt;i hate arguments unless its randoms on msn&lt;br /&gt;then its fun to piss them off.&lt;br /&gt;just tell them to get over themselves because you are cool because i said so and thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, msn fights r0x0rz, get to calculate your thoughts together in as much time as you want, and there's no physical hurtation at all ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might murder someone. Not you Lollie,   that'd be a hate crime and I luv ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAMG WIZZI'S 100TH COMMENTTT!!! *DANCES WITH STREAMERS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    WOAHHHH 100 COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LOVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA PARTAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;you can murder...ummm&lt;br /&gt;someone gross...&lt;br /&gt;pamela anderson?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. someone like that..&lt;br /&gt;THE BACKSTREET BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;no body would miss them haha&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you wouldnt kill me&lt;br /&gt;then who would act like a mental at school?&lt;br /&gt;it would be a really really sad school then and not just a really sad school.&lt;br /&gt;dance to 'the boys are back in town' by thin lizzy&lt;br /&gt;because its great&lt;br /&gt;i did when i was a little tipsy at my cousins sweet 16th and i was with my kinda drunk mother and all my mental cousins and sister and friends. it was very much fun.&lt;br /&gt;and 'shake your groove thing' by peaches and herb.&lt;br /&gt;best song in the world to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;im writing an assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;its so boring.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to make it differnt to what i usually write. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;im hungry&lt;br /&gt;loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WIZZLING&lt;br /&gt;you are my little gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Pamela Anderson. and the backdoor boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get these songs! SOMEHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg I just tought,   amber's goon douchebag who acted all manyl earlier,   he threatened me,   should I call the police? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dances to that song about the discoteque*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    nahh not the police. they are the cheap way&lt;br /&gt;you need a detective!&lt;br /&gt;and this detective needs to stalk this dude and knock on the window when s/he is in the shower and on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;preferably on the toliet incase they shit themselves&lt;br /&gt;haha im quite the thinker.&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeed a job.&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a job as a chimney sweep.&lt;br /&gt;you can sing a song about CHIMNEY SWEEPIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK ALL DAY,   AND I SLEEP NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;RUSTLING THE CHIMNEHS'&lt;br /&gt;I CLEAN ALL DAY THEN I THRUST ALL NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;BUSTLIN THE CHIMNEHS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your pic certainly makes you look like a detective... mouse detective,   CHEEEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    that is the best idea in the world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will definately become a chimny sweep. and if that doesnt work..&lt;br /&gt;ill shine peoples shoes for a nickel!&lt;br /&gt;haha i like my glasses. and the pic of my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;i think its really swifty.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA other pic...we fell on eachother...&lt;br /&gt;loveeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WIZPIES,   I just thought of things to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juzz said he might be flying to Victoria some day. I don't know if that means he's edging closer to getting there, or he's just being optimistic... ho-hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO,   I forgot. FARGNIDDA. oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fly up there, but I don't look as old as you bubs. I art a YOUNGIN. so, er yeah. :) so I hope Juzz doesn't come down, or we meet whatever, however, till I am older, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rockin Robin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ive gotta go to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;but ill further write many comments latarr&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me too much haha&lt;br /&gt;loveeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... "fell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might watch some Frasier. the house is too bloody quiet when it's thingo'd. empty. cept for me. the television = next to me, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls over*&lt;br /&gt;*cramp*&lt;br /&gt;*eats a tube of colgate*&lt;br /&gt;*strikes pose*&lt;br /&gt;*becomes a hermit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 3,743&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6692488021164273144?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6692488021164273144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6692488021164273144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6692488021164273144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6692488021164273144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-telling-you-pineapples-work-as.html' title='I&apos;m telling you, pineapples work as silencers. (AKA, just about everything)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7103803922746283148</id><published>2006-06-27T17:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:02:27.208+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monty Python'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>Oh my stars, what's that on your neck?! (AKA Ringwood Pool/Fullerton's/Picnic)</title><content type='html'>Ho-hum. On Friday, I dragged Rachel along to the Ringwood pool with me, Sarah, dad, Cathy, Chris and Jackie. Umm, actually, that's pretty much it. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT!! THERE'S MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went back to Cathy's watched *almost* all of The Holy Grail, which Jake keeps wanting me to see, played board games or sommet and ate tacos. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're covered in a fine fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto Saturday. In the afternoon me and mum wento to Ringwood/Knox City. Mum saw a movie while I stayed with Erin and Kyla at theit place. xDD! We watched The Pacifier and searched through FOXTEL DIGITAL XDD. Mother finally came home, we ate (well, I didn't) and then we loitered for a while and left to go die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaay Tash train'd down to Frankston, so me, her, Sarah and Guida went to a park and picnic'd. We bought a little battery-powered boat from the THING OF PLACES. FRANKSTON. I think we left it in the pond. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the playground and burned things in the toilets. THERE WAS NO SHAME FOR GOING IN THE OPPOSITE SEX'S BATHROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Frankston and bought things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. JUST started going out with someone... heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7103803922746283148?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7103803922746283148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7103803922746283148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7103803922746283148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7103803922746283148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-stars-whats-that-on-your-neck-aka.html' title='Oh my stars, what&apos;s that on your neck?! (AKA Ringwood Pool/Fullerton&apos;s/Picnic)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-566239253594477109</id><published>2006-06-22T17:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:01:47.310+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trixie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>I hope that's just excessive fat. I don't want another child. (AKA Maddz slept over!)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my bestest buderling Maddz slept over. Funnery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at dads, and me, mum and Sarah were at a mad dash to beat them to our place before they did. They arrived like 20 seconds later, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up shop and went on a HUGE walk around the place, we stopped at a school and played on the playground for a while... ahahah. Then we entered a charity store and bought some coffee mugs and some hat *disturbed face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, we loitered for a bit, went on MSN, Maddz painted my nails 0_o (actually it was awesome, black and then glittery dark purple, it was lush.) We went to bed at like, 12/12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we woke up, ate fetuses, then at 10 mum dropped us off (at the hospital) and we walked down to Karingal shopping centre. We saw SO many people! Aisha, Matt, her church pastor (who for some reason was down in Frankston? eh I dunno which church he's from), Daniel, and some kid in grade 5 at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Karingal, we looked at the map, they have TWO Safeways. This really pissed Maddz off, lol. We went in Safeway and got Pringles, Mentos, Raspberry Bullets, blank CDs, and some forks, which I LOVE. Also, at the Reject Shop, I made Maddz get a dummy. She got a two-pack, now Gen has one too, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, 70 free texts for $10?! Bargain. Plus, Maddz got the new AFI album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We WALKED back to my hosue, must've taken like, an hour. Just beat her mum back, again. Lol xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, fellow fetus-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, the old moustachioed lady was there again, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-566239253594477109?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/566239253594477109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=566239253594477109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/566239253594477109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/566239253594477109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hope-thats-just-excessive-fat-i-dont.html' title='I hope that&apos;s just excessive fat. I don&apos;t want another child. (AKA Maddz slept over!)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1828829794196614876</id><published>2006-05-28T17:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:00:39.289+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Strap yourselves in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Okay, listen to my song on my space!! It's terrific. To The Woman by Tammany Hall NYC. Try to listen to the lyrics, a lot of it is just gibberish and unadible. So I'll dig up some lyrics and post it (mostly for my benefit, coz I don't honestly know the lyrics either):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was lonely and i was tired and i was drifting away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was half lit and just about losing it .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was lost and looking till i heard you say,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thanks for coming" and "glad to meet you" and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"have a good time" and "the drinks are that way." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then my heart grew and i knew just what to do and my words were with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they flowed that day.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="chorus"&gt;hey to the woman that saved my life .&lt;br /&gt;she helped me make it through a darker day.&lt;br /&gt;you're the most beautiful girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no poet but i want to say &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the sadness and all the misery and all the darkness seemed to leave. &lt;br /&gt;and all that's charming and that's funny  and all my faith was restored to me.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="chorus"&gt;so hey to hey to the woman that saved my life .&lt;br /&gt;she helped me make it through a darker day.&lt;br /&gt;you're the most beautiful girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no poet but i want to say. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="verse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely then you saved me.&lt;br /&gt;i was lonely then you saved me.  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so hey to hey to the woman that saved my life .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she helped me make it through a darker day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the most beautiful girl alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm no poet but i want to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tharr, off the tammany hall website itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jake, Josh and I went to go see X-Men 3, which by the way IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES I'VE EVER SEEN. IT WAS GREAT. Yeha anyway, we went to Karingal, and after the movie I got chips at Chicken Plus (mm so damn fine) and Jake and Josh got something from Jade Garden or sommet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe how many people I ran into at Karingal. I'm gonna try to list them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That blonde curly-haired bastard in year 10&lt;br /&gt;-His friend (they were both in the movie too)&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel from drama (I have an inkling he was, too in the movie I was)&lt;br /&gt;-Chris N in year 9...&lt;br /&gt;-That curl-haird brunette guy.. I think his name is James?&lt;br /&gt;-That blonde chick in year 11 (I think) saw me when I went to Hungry Jacks.. coz she was working the headset with angry people waiting outside&lt;br /&gt;-Zak, Zach, Zac, however you spell his name, from youth.. I was loitering outside Hungry Jack's and he rocked up on his bike coz he works there, arhahrhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I branged my pimp hat to school on Thursday... BIIIIIIG MISTAKE. I hate you all (who go to my school). Everybody in year 8 wanted a piece of the hat, so there was stealing, pleading, begging, BEING A BITCH, (espiecially you, teenies) and so at the end of the day my hat was folded and scrunched, there was yogurt or something white (don't Kirk) on the side.. I PAID FIFTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS FOR THAT and it's not mint anymore. For ONCE can I have something without it being shitted by you fat bastards? Especially you Elise, you kept running away from me when I chased after you attempting to punch you in the face and stealing my hat back. No, you weren't cute, giggling and shit, YOU'RE A BITCH. I hate you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 1     - Jhnny - The trickster becomes the trickstered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ow, you gotta love Weebl and Bob.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 4     - Jhnny - If I wasn't stuck here frozen, I'd harpoon you in the eye! (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aybe the greatest line off Futurama.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 5    - Jhnny - Do you want the kids to think that Santa's just a shallow empty-handed JERK?! (8)&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his was in the same song off Futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 6    - Jhnny - Now cut my beard.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't honestly remember... probably some crap. Actually, it was off a caarton, I just don't know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 7    - Jhnny - I like your sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;apoleon Dynamite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 8    - Jhnny - Teh Floating Hobos!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here were hobos with jetpacks on their backs on Futurama :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 10    - Jhnny - Lol?&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h, something old from years ago that made Sarah laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 11    - Jhnny - Microsoft Joke©&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;r. Bender's humor by: MICROSOFT JOKE©.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 12    - Jhnny - Right. Let's go get drunk before pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; great quote off Scrubs said by some posh bitches.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 13    - Jhnny - ...then I realized I was in pediatrics and it was just the wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nother great Scrubs quote said by JD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 14    - Jhnny - If you ever get the chance again, PULL THE TRIGGER!&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;itty off That 70s Show after Eric holds out to tell on Laurie for having a fling with her teacher: Now you know I love you and your sister equally, but if you ever get the chance again, PULL THE TRIGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 15    = Jhnny = You gotta think evil man! Where would we be without the A-Bomb?&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nother great quote from Hyde off That 70s show (same episode as above) as he's trying to convince Eric to dob Laurie in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 16    = Jhnny = Whoa, purple banana?&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was playing DK64 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 17     = Jhnny = I don't know who it is, but it probly is fhqwhgads! = Happy birthday Elise!&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ye &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 18    = Jhnny = Diamonds. She'll pretty much have to.&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;AHHAHAHA this is like, the most classic quote everest. It's off Family guy. *man puts diamong ring of woman's finger. They kiss and the woman starts to get lower on his body. Chyron: Diamonds. She'll pretty much have to.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 19    = Jhnny = Cheese is my life! (8)&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aha, on Whose Line Colin had to make a song about how cheese is his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 20    = Jhnny = NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOmes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ff the Simpsons, when Grampa is speeding down an aisle in a store screaming NOOOOOOOOOOO, then sees gnomes infront of him, and tacks on a 'mes' at the end.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 21    = Jhnny = ABSOLUTELYNOTnowmakemeasandwich.&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;elso off Scrubs: Why don't we just make this the same as my sex policy with my wife. ABSOULTELYNOTnowmakemeasandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 23    = Jhnny = Are you here for the feeding?&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h that's great, it's off Road Trip when Tom Green is about to eat that mouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 24    = Jhnny = If you were asian, you'd be home by now.&lt;br /&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;I laughed for so damn long when Jake randomly blurted this out in Art, even though it means absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1121.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1828829794196614876?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1828829794196614876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1828829794196614876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1828829794196614876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1828829794196614876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/05/strap-yourselves-in.html' title='Strap yourselves in.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4158717460788588977</id><published>2006-05-23T17:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:59:43.726+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Hah, I forgot to put in a subject.</title><content type='html'>Hah, ever since I got my newwie email address, I've been keeping track of the MSN names I put up. I'm gonna post some and the origin of them, for my own rememberance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 24    Jhnny - jhnnyblah@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bviously, this was to show that it was MEE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 25    European Australian Italian Jumping Running Ghose Canary Snake&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e and somebody, I forgot who, were making up weird names or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 27    Jhnny // It's a bit hard to moon, when ya have no ass. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uoted off That 70s Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 28    Jhnny // It's still three naked women, with a dog.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ame goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 29    Jhnny // Shave off your eyebrows and glue them back on to look permanently surpirsed.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;n idea they had on Malcolm in the Middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 30    - Jhnny - You just watched it; you can't unwatch it!&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he greatest quote off Futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 31     - Jhnny - Bent out on hedonism!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; discovered the word hedonism from Futurama XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm bored. I really wanna get Family Guy season 4 pre-ordered for that extra-spesh box for them all to neatly fit in :P Like a meadow in the springtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I blog, my mind draws a total blank. I can't think of what to write! NYEEAHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4158717460788588977?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4158717460788588977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4158717460788588977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4158717460788588977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4158717460788588977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/05/hah-i-forgot-to-put-in-subject.html' title='Hah, I forgot to put in a subject.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2820986922255370071</id><published>2006-05-22T17:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:59:17.222+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trixie'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Irony</title><content type='html'>I think it's so ironic that Myspace has an ad for blogsource... yeah, "we're advertising the hostile take over of our company which we don't want to happen by putting up ads for it on our website." Well I laugh at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some coffee and a cake and a lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I went to JayJays and got the AWESOMENEST pimp hat and bum gloves. Have I already said this? Well you're hearing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sofi agrees with me. That scary moustache woman IS there always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I laugh at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Ashley Parker Angel's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2820986922255370071?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2820986922255370071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2820986922255370071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2820986922255370071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2820986922255370071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-3-irony.html' title='I &lt;3 Irony'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-30768240263906084</id><published>2006-05-19T17:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:58:50.854+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixie ninja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trixie'/><title type='text'>KATHLEEN IS ACUTALLY A PIXIE NINJA!</title><content type='html'>Did you do it? Did you go to Pets Paradise? I'm probably going to the Hub tomorrow, I'll see if she's still there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I can't stop listening to Stop by the Spice Girls on Tash's space. I just love the whirring kinda thing in the background in the chorus, it's addictive. Better than secks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen revealed to me that's she lives a double life as a pixie ninja that Jeremy doesn't know about... and David is actually an italian gigolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Matthew McCann. Always have, always will be... NO WAIT! I was named Tits McGee on Thursday. That's me. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. very.. bored.. ANYONE who lives in the Mornington Peninsula, GO TO KARINGAL HUB, PLEEEEEEASE I wanna see if I'm insane or not.. or if she's actually ALWAYS there. I don't honestly know why she's always there. Usually with a coffee cup from Gloria Jeans and a full shopping trolley. Infact, when you describe her fully, she sounds very retarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old woman. Old *wrinkly dimensia* woman. Sitting. Staring. Outside a pet shop in the middle of a giant shopping centre. With a moustache. A big, freaking moustache. And a Gloria Jeans coffee cup. And, a shopping trolley. Always. Always sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I'm so scared I just wet myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-30768240263906084?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/30768240263906084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=30768240263906084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/30768240263906084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/30768240263906084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/05/kathleen-is-acutally-pixie-ninja.html' title='KATHLEEN IS ACUTALLY A PIXIE NINJA!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2768664744379001793</id><published>2006-05-18T17:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:58:10.396+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trixie'/><title type='text'>I WILL BE SKINNAY!!</title><content type='html'>Hah, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we moved out and our new house is coolio. The computer is right next to the TV though! Grar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got credit again! On Saturday! Already I've used 295 of my free minutes hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily dumped me on easter monday. DURING the movie. Ice Age 2. Geez, talk about class, or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my problem with myspace was that I had the wrong password, so I did the 'Forget Your Password' dealy and got my password back. Unfortuneately, that wouldn't work either, but I deleted the cookies so it works again. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I just have to say this. Go into Karingal Hub some time during the day or preferrably afternoon. Go to Pets Paradise and look at the bench just outside. I GUARANTEE you will see an old wrinkly lady... which facial hair. I'm serious, she has an extremely bushy moustache. It scares me, I feel like throwing up. (I don't think her moustache is scientifically possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I love the song Stupid Girls by Pink. I hate Pink, but seriously look up the lyrics, it describe teenyboppers so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2768664744379001793?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2768664744379001793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2768664744379001793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2768664744379001793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2768664744379001793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will-be-skinnay.html' title='I WILL BE SKINNAY!!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4948098291888486177</id><published>2006-04-08T17:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:57:24.294+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair dye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Champagin?</title><content type='html'>Well, my hair colour is quickly fading. I hate it when products lie to me. That shouldn't be legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our settlement on the current house ends on Wednesday, so in 5 days I won't be here. However, two days after that is the day we move in. It's quite sad really (not really). Me and Sarah are staying with dad and mum's going to her friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddz, if you're reading this, what happened to you? You haven't been on MSN in like a week, and I can;t txt you I have no credit. Are you in hospital? Appendix go bye bye? Grar! Don't die! Although I don't think appendicitis is fatal, and I don't actually know if you have it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR welllll I was on the phone till like 12:30 this morning/last night and because of that 2 1/2 hour conversation, I am now going out with Eevee... again. (Emily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Coco's birthday is on Monday. Easter Monday. Good for her. heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4948098291888486177?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4948098291888486177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4948098291888486177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4948098291888486177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4948098291888486177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/04/champagin.html' title='Champagin?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5990270870608839589</id><published>2006-03-19T17:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:56:26.352+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telstra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chisholm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commonwealth Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Optus'/><title type='text'>Woo and Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Heh, I have a long list, but I reckon I'll forget something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A few days ago, I upgraded from my crappy Motorola C115 to a Nokia 6610! Yay! I love it! I've been playing Bounce heaps, lol. Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I'm also swtiching from that horrid, horrid Telstra to Optus. YES FINERRLEE it'll be great. Free minutes; I'm loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; A few days ago, me, dad, and three people from Chisholm went to 4 differnt Chisholm campuses and took videos and stuff for some movie. We went to Berwick, then Dandenong, Frankston, and finally Rosebud. It was funnery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; HAH! This morning I dyed my hair! It's partially orange! I luff it. While I'm writing this I don't actually think it's fully dried off, so I dunno sneh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; THE COMMONWEALTH GAMES ARE SOOO GHEY. Hurry up and leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Actually I thik they might've already. Have they? Sneh indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; The american, Marshall, is still here. I think he was supposed to leave on Wednesday, lol =P He wants to live here. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I'm going to Bronwyn's birthday party tonight. Pool, late-ish, people from drama (I hope) it'll be funnery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Yesterday, me, Sara and Kathryn went over to the AMF, to BOWL derr. We tried to be really slow, and you know those computers between every two lanes? Hah well we kept changing each others names for funsies. Also, Dean and his brothers + dad were there, and we noticed him but we hope he didn't notice us. Lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; This morning Ben came around to show off his NEW CAR which I hate him for, coz it rocks. We went driving around, adn we went to Karingal Hub and got maccas for brekkie lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley_big_grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; When push comes to shove, you gotta do what you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5990270870608839589?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5990270870608839589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5990270870608839589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5990270870608839589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5990270870608839589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/03/woo-and-yay.html' title='Woo and Yay'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1637432280410882649</id><published>2006-03-07T17:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:55:21.215+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'>Oh... joy?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;HOORAY if you have Windows XP, you would know how you can have those multiple sign in acount things. Yaaay ever since we got XP years ago, we've had a famiyl account, and nothing more. This morning I created my own! Yay! It was pretty cool that the computer automatically had all the programs on my account, and I just moved some of my songs and my folder onto my thingo. It's greattttttttt I can automatically sign into MSN too, now! Hoorah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Maddz' baptism was a blast. I will seriously consider buying a baptism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Apparently, tomorrow is Steak and Blowjob Day, which is every March 14th. It's like the male version of Valentine's Day, which is weird. Hehehehehehe, check it out if you dare. http://www.steakandbjday.com I think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Sarah's American friend, Marshall, planed over on Saturday morning and is currently residing in the subway system. Just kidding, he's staying at our house until like, next wednesday. (Yes, Matt, an American; eat your heart out.) Sarah's trying to hide it from mum, which is so funny. This is the first time Sarah's met Marshall, so she's trying to pass him off as "just a random friend that might need a place to stay every now and then" even though Sarah told me they would be staying at friends places and whatnot sometimes. I reckon she'll be too lazy to organize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I wanted these holidays to be ESPECIALLY lazy! Ever other hols has been lazy out of pure laziness of me, I wasn't trying to make it so. Well, these hols I am trying. I wanna barr all calls from pretty much everyone. I've blocked # number of people on MSN, but thanks to this NEW REALLY GAY EXCEPT FOR ONE THING beta MSN Sarah got, it unblocked them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Grr, I hate change. Cupid, shoot me with an arrow from that poison bag you have. Yes, Cupid has a bag of poison arrows. He shoots them at unsuspecting villagers on Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1637432280410882649?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1637432280410882649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1637432280410882649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1637432280410882649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1637432280410882649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-joy.html' title='Oh... joy?!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5573801827722736611</id><published>2006-02-25T17:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:54:37.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>Where's Mr. Cookiepants?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;OMG YAAAAY gahahha Clare is sleepin over on Saturday, we gotta have a Scrubs marathon-ness, and hopefully play her PS2 if she brings it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt; then in the morning I might be dragging her along to Le Maddz Baptism. It's gonna be so great, and Maddz will punish me if I can't get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Sara and Kathryn said I laugh like a girl today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; which I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; ! (The end of this story.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I keep a notepad file on all my MSN names since the start of the year. I change it every day I'm online, so why not? I have to put it up some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; By the way, if you're wondering what my flash box thing is (or was, I might've changed it when you read this) it's Magical Trevor. Watch it here in a much bigger form: &lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor+3/"&gt;http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor+3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Bye now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5573801827722736611?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5573801827722736611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5573801827722736611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5573801827722736611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5573801827722736611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-mr-cookiepants.html' title='Where&apos;s Mr. Cookiepants?!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1087778405269336999</id><published>2006-02-16T17:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:53:57.097+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'>Question Mark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table  border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bebo.com/img/vid.gif" height="3" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tegan, why'd you come to my house/dad's house? Think I was there? Teeehee, well, I wasn't &lt;img src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt; Meehehhe, like you'll be reading this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the sports swimming carnival thing at school on Tuesday. I didn't go XD many people didn't go, it was great. Everyone just happened to be conspicusly absent that day. &lt;img src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt; And why did Wes go? You're crippled Wes, you shouldn't be swimming =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaay Maddz bap's soon. Don't know if I'll go. I don't wanna meet Brodey. ugh. Bleeh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH ROBOSAPIEN! ROBOSAPIEN TWOOOO! It's disgusting. Ew. Lol watching Beyond Tomorrow. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1087778405269336999?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1087778405269336999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1087778405269336999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1087778405269336999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1087778405269336999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-mark.html' title='Question Mark?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1422034810105124574</id><published>2006-02-12T17:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:52:55.701+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Omg, Ish Bebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm starting to like this better than Myspace, mostly because myspace always screws up and I can't sign in. Tom's an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Nyehehehe, I'm being so mean to Julez, but she knows I don't mean it. I love you babe =D Woot! Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; AHH I was playing Emo game this morning for some reason. It's sooooooooo lame. www.emogame.com check it out and die. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Aww, Maddzyyyyyyy just remember I love you, and the motor show sucks :P Pfft, cars. Why don't we just all scooter around? Why don't I have a scooter? Gah. Hugs for Maddz. *hughughughughughughughughughughughughughughughug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; GRR, I don't wanna go back to school tomorrow. It's so very evil old chap. I'm dreadfully dreading it chappy. GRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I wanna go buy some of that rice packaging stuff from Officeworks. I'm gonna try to keep enough to bathe in. Mwahhaha. It'll be great. Plus we're moving soon, so we'll need it for that too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://dgh.s.bebo.com/img/smiley.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Woo yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1422034810105124574?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1422034810105124574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1422034810105124574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1422034810105124574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1422034810105124574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-ish-bebo.html' title='Omg, Ish Bebo'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2690455093160052155</id><published>2006-01-23T17:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:52:25.112+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MySpace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gmail'/><title type='text'>My new MySpace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And all that other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this myspace today, and uploaded all the other blogs from my MSN space to here. I won't be using MSN spaces anymore! Yaaaay, I'm free! :) Also, that is why the times of the blog posted aren't real :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new email addy today with Gmail - it's actually my second with Gmail, but it'll be my first Gmail I use as a primary email. It'll be my new MSN address too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2690455093160052155?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2690455093160052155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2690455093160052155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2690455093160052155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2690455093160052155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-myspace.html' title='My new MySpace!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7419735126799110379</id><published>2006-01-06T17:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:51:39.026+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscopes'/><title type='text'>Schman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a whielish, although I have nothing to say really anyway MWHAHWHHWHWA&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But I'm in a pretty happy mood, I'm in the feeling for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong long long long long long spacey. HEEEEEEEEEEERE IT IS.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Duuude, like wicked orsum, yesterday was such a lazy day, I took out the couch and folded it out, using it as a chair and I slid it under the table. CD rack/SNES mousepad for the mousepad (how ironic) and a stereo speaker as a table. All this while having a ripping jolly good time on the webcam with Cindy (Maddz :D). I couldn't feel Captain Poop (a sort of irrelevant nickname for my ass :P) for a good solid few hours. Today I'm kinda doing the same, cept I'm sitting up, and Captain Poop still is as numb as ever.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;By the way, I decided to name Maddy Cindy from now on, thanks to a goodie song called 'Cindy' by many Hall NYC. Dayum, I lurve that song. The song talks about how some guy loves Cindy. I love Maddz, so she is now Cindy. :D (P.S. We're not going out mwahhahaha)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Also there's this uber cool song called 'Baby Love Child' from Pizzicato Five which I also got today. Overly excited, I be.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Speaking of overly excited, I'm meeting Cindy on Wednesday! Ripper good, fellows! I can't wait! We're going to Fountain Gate and gonna see a movie :P fun fun!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;About 2 weeks back I signed up to get a keycard for savings for money and such. How awesome, I love it. Hooray :) Oh, my PIN number? Why, of course. You went to all that trouble of asking me. It is ****.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shman, me and Sarah walked to the shops today. Got a mediumish size of the greatest ice cream ever. Bestest ice cream for everest.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Whack-A-Newbie! Oh ohh ohhh!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Collant... ohhh this ice cream is so sexy. I love it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've decided to take up the horoscopes business. Here's some horoscopes I discovered while looking at the sky tonight:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Capricorn: You will have an uncontrollable urge to take a piss in public.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aquarius: Your partner will dump you for a hot biker dude, even if you're partner is a man.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pisces: The fish in your sign picture will be hooked, gutted, cleaned, and served as a sign dish for a meal at a fancy restaurant.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aries: Don't hit yourself with a mallet; it could hurt.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Taurus: Yo mama so fat she couldn't write a horoscope.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Gemini: In the movie theater you will drop some popcorn and yell out 'DAMMIT!' Then people will yell at you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cancer: You will develop cancer in the bosom if you're a woman, and in the testicles if you're a man.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Leo: You will realize the new shampoo you bought is making your hair look worse.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Virgo: If you enter the lottery, you might win.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Libra: Your loved ones will tell you that your butt looks big in that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Saggitarius: You will fail your next task, school or otherwise; then bitch and moan about it till everyone older than you is dead.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;By the way, I'm a Libra. I don't think my butt looks big in that. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY JULIA =) The big 5 decades.... fah la la!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shman, I really wanted to go to JB HiFi so I could buy some Futurama DVDs. I spent 6 dollars on the ice cream and only have 20 left. I hope I could spend some of the money on my card. Oh, by the way, my pin again is ****. Have fun with that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wod Count: 603.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7419735126799110379?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7419735126799110379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7419735126799110379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7419735126799110379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7419735126799110379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/01/schman.html' title='Schman!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2245358752818856115</id><published>2006-01-01T17:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:50:39.747+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='|_33+'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>!!! H@pp33 2()()6 3v3ry0n3 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's 12:14AM, Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Scrap that, it's actually New Years Day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The fireworks have been going for 15 minutes with random songs playing in the background.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ooh, it's over.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Since about 9:30 me, Juzz and Jeremy (Jair, woo!) had out 3rd annual NYE party, on MSN. XD. Call me a nerd, you teenybopper.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love that. I finally found the word to describe those card-carrying mobile accessories short-panties flower painted crotch pheasants that I ate with a fiery passion.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Teenyboppers suck.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's my firsties of the year:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First text: From Erin XD&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First person I heard talk: Jair&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First thing I said: Banana Hammock&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN emoticon: The thumbs up one, (Y)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN message: lol on the TV it already went&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First new TV show I watched (by that I mean it began after midnight): So Fresh&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First MSN screen name: !!! &lt;a href="mailto:H@pp33"&gt;H@pp33&lt;/a&gt; 2()()6 3v3ry0n3 !!! (ironically, in my name)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First website I typed in: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;www.imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First program opened: Mozilla Firefox&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First awful joke of 2006: Something about masturbating&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First dememnted face made out of symbols: 0_o&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First facial expression: Smile&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First channel watched: Channel 9&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First song listened to: The Street - Cheap Trick&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Meh that's all I can think of at the moment.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Teenyboppers suck lard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2245358752818856115?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2245358752818856115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2245358752818856115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2245358752818856115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2245358752818856115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2006/01/hpp33-26-3v3ry0n3.html' title='!!! H@pp33 2()()6 3v3ry0n3 !!!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1049342444628158138</id><published>2005-12-20T17:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:50:07.067+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quizzle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been too busy or too bored to write a blog in almost a month, so here's a quiz thing I stole off my sister.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appearance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[] wear glasses/need glasses. [rarely]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are not together.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[maybe] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[at once?] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traveling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to the Eifel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experiences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[not the stupid kissy way] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been in a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've layed on grass staring at the sky for hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've spewed after eating Mac Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[]I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cheated in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[can't remember.] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game. [do game cheats count? ;P]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test/quiz.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[] I regularly drink. (use your own perception of regular)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've popped E.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm anoreic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Materialism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[sort of... i hope not.] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily... [depends who]&lt;br /&gt;[] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[x] I daydream constantly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[] I have "ass" in my screen name&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love being neat&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue&lt;br /&gt;[] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[]I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm good at remembering names&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering numbers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] My answers are totally honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crap.&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/9145047387030411066-1049342444628158138?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1049342444628158138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1049342444628158138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1049342444628158138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1049342444628158138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/12/quizzle.html' title='Quizzle.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5860049583222893223</id><published>2005-11-25T17:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:49:40.539+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Frog'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, happy buh'day Em for yesterday! XD&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And also, I started a new website 3 days ago: Cyber Rant. &lt;a href="http://www.cyberrant.cjb.net/"&gt;http://www.cyberrant.cjb.net&lt;/a&gt;. It's awesome, as I rant about things that annoy me. One of them which rocks is about the Crazy Frog, that bastard. Here's a little photo I made in photoshop for it:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/cyberrant/05/nukethatfrog.jpg"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/cyberrant/05/nukethatfrog.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hooray, I would love for that to happen. Visit my site, or I stab.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gee, that wasn't very good, was it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5860049583222893223?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5860049583222893223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5860049583222893223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5860049583222893223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5860049583222893223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/11/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4668402256796280028</id><published>2005-11-12T17:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:49:20.356+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Happy 14th birthday Juzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray! Birthday for Juzzle, I'll have to send you somthin... teehee woooo i'll buy something today and send it delayed :D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's like 8:08AM right now and I've been up since 7:30, grr, it's a saturday. At drama today, Clare is comin to watch coz her and Holly went to primary school together... hmm-bop. Then after drama, me, Holly, Maggie and possibly Melissa will be goin to the movies, then we're comin back to my place so we can walk around and get some food and stuff yayayyaay&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Btw Mason and Josh, for vice-capn's, you guys rock. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mah dad is currently on a plane, flying to Papua New Guinea. Our churchness is doing some thing there and dad has to video-tape eet :( Hahahaha, gone for two weeks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My friend once bought a used car from the paper, and ten years later.... BAM! Herpes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4668402256796280028?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4668402256796280028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4668402256796280028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4668402256796280028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4668402256796280028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-14th-birthday-juzz.html' title='Happy 14th birthday Juzz!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7222631077305356639</id><published>2005-10-31T17:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:48:49.662+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Girl Squad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Pacific-A-Gogo Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, it's so annoying when people ask what's up or how I am. FOr the last 24 hours, I've been holding a little competition, for the next 5 people to ask either of those questions will be blocked. Well it went pretty quickly, morons.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Manolio Ugly One's Lectro Pawn!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me, Holly, David and Kelly are doing a new thingo, which I'm animating with plasticine, called 'Accidental Friends', which I reckon the evil, evil, Newgrounds viewers will disapprove of, seeing as nothing impressed them anymore.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;People keep saying 'Are you there' and crapola if you don't reply to what they say within the next 30 seconds. Geez, you think they'd have that much common sense.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Also one of the stupidest things around is that damn block checker thing that appears every time you start a conversation. Of course, it only comes out of the person who was stupid enough to download it in the first place. There's obviously no way to know that easily who blocked you in the first place. I say, don't get yourself blocked anyway. Only anyone who gets blocked a lot would download that crapola.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm so cynical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7222631077305356639?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7222631077305356639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7222631077305356639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7222631077305356639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7222631077305356639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/10/pacific-gogo-land.html' title='Pacific-A-Gogo Land'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4076890700643861195</id><published>2005-10-13T17:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:48:13.139+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Emm jun himn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been saying that so much sicne yesterday... har diddy har. I'm off school today because mah throat hurties :( Boohoo for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, in under 3 days I got that FINAL ANNOUCEMENT thing about MSN disabling your account unless you send it to however many people within a day NINE TIMES. It's fake, morons! How stupid can ya get? Some fag sitting with his internet porn and supposed diet pepsi writing a death letter for your email account isn't serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt; It's not easy, it's not easy tonight &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start talking about interesting chats I've had with people over the last few days, beginning wiiiiiiiith.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were talking last night about America, and how Geroge Bush is stupid. XD.  Any war or slight coinflict with any country (for instance, if Canada threw a frisbee over the border) America seems to immeadiately send out troops. Where the hell do they get troops from? At least once a week on the news it says "American sends more troops to the bar to get wasted... oh I'm sorry, I meant Iraq." America just has to show off about that, and soon every newborn will be shooting random people in another country 10 minutes after their birth. I'm surprised America hasn't sent the cast of Friends so they can stand in the middle of crossfire and keep chanting 'World Peace'. Step aside America, you're not wanted here. In the words of Sarah: "The answer to world peace: Nuke America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt; You were wrong, you were right &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of these will be with me and Sarah, as yesterday we also talked about the school Carnival coming up. This is the third one in a row, and the 3rd one I've been to (if I go this year.) Our class is making squishy heads, those little balloons with flour in them tied up. Which I can't make properly. Ugggggggh a few weeks ago Mr. Dewar signed me up for like 12:30, though I said no. Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Dewar: Do you wanna be rostered on?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;Dewar: Come on, it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, no, no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Dewar: OK I'll put you on for 12:30, K?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrrrrgh then I remembered I have drama at 12:30 and can't get there, he asked when I would arrive I said bout 1:30, so he wrote down I would be at the carnival 1:30 onwards. So apparently I'm on at 1:30 now, and he didn't even tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carnival is not compulsory, yet teachers are bein all shitty about the students going. It seems like they'll spank students that don't show up, coz like Sarah said, if the students didn't go, there'd be like almost nobody there. You want money? Let us pay you. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've even gotten rid of all the good rides and replaced them with a 3 year old party pack. There's a damn mechanical bull. Some people lost their virginity to those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt; And you are gone, tonight &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and his family went to Broome on the holidays and the first week back to school. Their rental 4 wheel drive car got in a head on smash with another car, so Josh brought photos and won't stop showing them off. "I'M IN A CAR CRASH, WANNA TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME?" Uggggggggghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt; Shotgun fire, anybody home? &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drama at school yesterday... so funny... me and Clare have this awesome handshake from Scrubs that pisses everyone off. XD. We didn't stop doing it, so Josh and Matt faked us and were being stupid... it was so funny....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choke them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Matt, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY MATT!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala!&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/9145047387030411066-4076890700643861195?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4076890700643861195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4076890700643861195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4076890700643861195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4076890700643861195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/10/emm-jun-himn.html' title='Emm jun himn.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7894464903287799219</id><published>2005-10-06T17:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:47:10.759+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>(Too Long To Mention)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday on Sunday, Sunday for me, Sunday makes me a happy Johnny, birthday happy Johnny happy XD&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I got 5th and 6th season of The Simpsons, 2nd Scrubs season and $35... yaaay (which I will spend on blank CD's and more DVD's XD)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks for the prezzie offer there James... but yeah I guess it would be hard to send..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have nothing to say cept 3 STEVO ASSIGNMENTS IN 5 DAYS? WHAT THE HELL DOES HE THINK I AM, A BULEMIA CLINIC COUNSELLOR? ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRgh&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Go home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7894464903287799219?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7894464903287799219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7894464903287799219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7894464903287799219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7894464903287799219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-long-to-mention.html' title='(Too Long To Mention)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5811412971132924927</id><published>2005-09-26T17:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:46:43.137+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Cray-zee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have fun at New Zealand Steph, you lucky little bugger? Grar, I wanna go to NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. As soon as you finally get into the spirit of it being the holidays, it destroys it with SCHOOL AGAIN. Stefo has given us a book to read, quite possibly the most boring thing on the planet, I Am David, a book about some stingy little jackass who lives in a POW camp or something and tries to break free, and blah I've read about a hundred pages and there's 2 other people in the class who haven't made it half way eather. (Btw, I'm up to chapter two. Yeah, there's only 8 chapters.) I don't get it, that's the 2nd book we've had to read this year not from that Watermelon Moon pile of crap. We ALL BOUGHT THE BOOK it has about 20 stories in it, so why not work off that instead, moron? GRR. Makes me so angry I might just hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus Stevo has given us A SECOND THING to do, some Grammar Survival Guide crap, in which we write about parts of grammar. Okay, we've all heard it before, nobody's gonna use it anyway, so just drop it. My least favourite subject, English, has 2 things to do in a 2 week (supposed relaxing) break, and we don't have anything else. Just makes me feel like the gum on the bottom of my table, that's probably been there for a few years, that I am forced to look at as I sit under the table every lesson. Luckily teahcers don't notice I'm missing (I usually sit up the back XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to move to good things. Yetserday me and Ben went to the movies and saw Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. It was pretty cool, except if you've seen it, at the end when the other kids walk out, you see Augustus covered in chocolate, Violet is blue, Mike is stretched out really tall, yet the worst one of all, Veruca, only got covered in garbage. Grr, she should've died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that the movie was weird, especially the Oompa Loompas. I mean, did you see in the credits? It said 'Oompa Loompa played by:' and it had one name &gt;&lt;". Crazy. The songs were actually pretty weird, yet still better than the old movie.  Haha in the car on the way there and the way back, me and Ben (Mostly Ben) were poiting/staring at other drivers. Most of them P platers. One guy driving behind us we were poiting at, so he overtook us and went into the lane next to us, drove past laughing, then did the good ol' one finger salute. Haha, it was fun.  Yaaay it's my birthday on Sunday, and I really want Monday off school coz it'll be the day after my birthday we go back to school. Noooooo, I don't wanna be in anxiety the entire holidays, then when it finally explodes on mah birthday, I SHOULD be able to relax and enjoy. No, instead I come back to a double Geography lesson, followed by excruciating mental pain with Lancaster, then I don't freakin care what's next, but I have Engligh some time that day. And the day after. And in the next two days. Then a double on Friday WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN ON HERE. SOMEBODY STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF AND TAKE SOME PEOPLE WITH ME.  Oh speaking of English, there's no way in hell I'm doing those English things. Nuh-uh. Already got enough stuff to deal with right now, I'm not gonna do more of this.   Bye, lucky people.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9145047387030411066-5811412971132924927?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5811412971132924927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5811412971132924927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5811412971132924927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5811412971132924927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/09/cray-zee.html' title='Cray-zee'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-8221664163883284918</id><published>2005-09-16T17:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:45:39.922+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy 12th (or 13th) birthday Squinty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are reading this James, you're standing behind me. Hahahhahaha(ahahha)hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pfft blah. There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, what else can I put in here? Hmm-bop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last day of school today. Yaaay for... 2 week vacationess... at last. I deserved it. =) I have nothing planned for these holidays except sit in the exact same spot and gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Squinty, you are dead. By me. You're turning THIRTEEN not TWELVE this year, asshole. Grar, behold, for I am angry. Like you're gonna read this anyway, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my adoring crowd (population: James.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-8221664163883284918?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8221664163883284918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=8221664163883284918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8221664163883284918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/8221664163883284918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-12th-or-13th-birthday-squinty.html' title='Happy 12th (or 13th) birthday Squinty!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4562776566270968520</id><published>2005-09-07T17:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:45:16.688+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backwards'/><title type='text'>Backwards Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;.eyb eyb os yas ot esle gnihton evah I.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.driew woh ,mmH .llew os kcilc yeht ,thgin tsal rehto hcae ot decudortni erew esilE dna isseJ&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.etisbew lamron a no dnif reven  d'uoy modnar siht lla htiw derevoc '?lleH ehT tahW' dellac etisbew  wen a gnitaerc era ytniuqS n eM&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.RAVE gniht tsenemosewa eht eb dluow taht ,NYS no teg dna yrt annog era em nda isseJ ahhhah ...laicps oooooooooooooooooooo tuo niog era hpetS dna kriK&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.gnirob tsuJ&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.deneppah gnihtoN :pu uoy hctac em teL&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.elihw a ni degwalb t'nevah I&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(If you bothered translating that.... grarr eat a crane machine. You could do it the long way, or print screen and flip it :) Then again some letters would still be screwed, bah you can figure it out right? RIGHT?!!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4562776566270968520?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4562776566270968520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4562776566270968520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4562776566270968520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4562776566270968520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/09/backwards-time.html' title='Backwards Time!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-5719383620405852642</id><published>2005-08-20T17:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:44:52.731+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna Park'/><title type='text'>Luna Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an exciting day today will be...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me and Sarah slept downstairs last night, woo (video hits sucks).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Drama today... Ella's bringing a friend of hers or something, apparently she is more crazy than I am. Not possible.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;After that me Dad, Kerry, Jessi, Sarah, and Sarah's friend James (wow! A whole day with James! :P) Peta's supposed to be going to Luna Park today as well, but I couldn't go. Now this morning dad asks if I wanna go... dammit! If he called me half an hour earlier I could've called Peta and tell her I was coming! Maybe I'll nump into her then...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pfft David brought ILH Ep 1 script to drama last week... now Heather wants us to perform it the week Kelly gets back, which is next week (churn).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;James, if you're reading this, Sarah won't let me add you to my MSN list..  blahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaahahaha&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I hope I bump into Peta today hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-5719383620405852642?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5719383620405852642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=5719383620405852642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5719383620405852642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/5719383620405852642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/08/luna-park.html' title='Luna Park'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6994136622921780427</id><published>2005-08-07T18:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:44:24.069+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Happy 13th birthday Jessi! (for yesterday...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, it was Jessi's birthday yesterday.. hmm-bop&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me and Holly and David (and maybe Kelly) are making this internet cartoon series with a green screen... gonna be so damn awesome.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's 5:58PM!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Almost 6, crack the champagne.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don't ask why, I have no thing with 6 o clock whatsoever anyway.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm gonna keep writing till then...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bobdiedandikilledhim: what the hell is your name? and what's your email addy? We gotta talk on MSN man :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5:59PM!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Clare said I could borrow her Season 3 and 4 of Scrubs like a month ago. I want it bad, I'll have something to do..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Speaking of something to do, I'm sorting all the songs on my computer into actual folders. Gonna take me forever, but it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6:00PM!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;CRACK TEH CHAMPAGNE, ITALIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6994136622921780427?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6994136622921780427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6994136622921780427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6994136622921780427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6994136622921780427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-13th-birthday-jessi-for-yesterday.html' title='Happy 13th birthday Jessi! (for yesterday...)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1138087431959952966</id><published>2005-08-01T17:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:43:53.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><title type='text'>Happy 14th birthday Sarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary, so many birthdays now... ahhhh&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yes, she's Erin's friend gblahahahghnnadfas&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jessi is scaring me smoke dope eat a bar of soap and fly home a bubble twiddledeedumblahblah&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Stop saying words blaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahhaha so good.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;High! Dum diddly dum dum diidly dum dum diddly dum dum diddly diddly! Heard that song? Awesome.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Even if you haven't, awesome still.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll end my seemlessly pointless blog now, I'll write another when man walks on the sun.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Byeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1138087431959952966?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1138087431959952966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1138087431959952966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1138087431959952966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1138087431959952966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-14th-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy 14th birthday Sarah!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-9143356779043280025</id><published>2005-07-29T16:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:43:18.133+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>Happy 14th birthday Erin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my youth group, Insano Cafonkey, is better than any other, case closed.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Especially PenCC.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They didn't even name their group, they just called it after the church.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My church is COC and the youth is called Insano Cafonkey. Woo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Every week there it's just like pizza and boring kiddy games like pass the parcel or dodgeball or one of those games where you could carry a jellybean through a straw or something.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Check out the photo in weird stuff in my photo album to see.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, last night Elizabeth Murdoch College (not my school, thankfully) and Gateway Family Church held a play called Bye Bye Birdie... and my dad was in it... it was prett alright blaaa&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;That's right, bag my groceries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-9143356779043280025?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/9143356779043280025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=9143356779043280025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9143356779043280025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9143356779043280025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-14th-birthday-erin.html' title='Happy 14th birthday Erin!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2009053411863565084</id><published>2005-07-23T16:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:42:51.291+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><title type='text'>I hate Materialism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow, so you've decided to go shopping at least twice a week. Okay, shove it. People are so bent on things like materialism and being older than they actually are, it's spread the world apart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;All the younger teenagers who MUST spend at least $50 a week, MUST have at least 5 boyfriend/girlfriends each year, and MUST be just like everyone else. Well screw it. Have you seen those kind of people, and letting things like this run their lives is making so many of their problems BIGGER. If you're someone who doesn't care for shopping or crappy television and doesn't want to be found as an object, then chances are you probably don't have much conflit in your life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;BUT LOOK AT THEM.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh no! I cry over every insignificant thing I encounter! How will I ever grow up to lead a successful life?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You can see the people who are doing well in life and school, then look at the people I describe. Just picture them in 15 years: What will their career be? Will they be rich? Will they end up in a marriage? Will the shoot themselves because life is going far down the tubes?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well look at each person you encounter, I dare you, and think of these questions. You can see who will live a more successful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2009053411863565084?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2009053411863565084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2009053411863565084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2009053411863565084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2009053411863565084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-materialism.html' title='I hate Materialism.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-9038476040165691916</id><published>2005-07-20T16:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:42:27.171+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Problems With Today's Generation (Mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here's my rant for you all, problems with society today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin.. Ah yes. Just because you managed to push someone over doesn't mean you're the king. You're a 12 year old with a mental disease, go scare someone. I hate the kind of person that believes they CAN and WILL be the greatest at everything because they need attention. If you need attnetion, run around naked. Nobody cares for your selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even that kind of person that takes any petty slight about themselves and turns it into something to show off about and coast on till you can think of something new to brag about that night. That's the exact kind of idiot who should be locked up somewhere away from the decent people of the world. "GUESS WHAT?! I found a new pube growing! Wow, I'm so much better than you." Fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the groups. There's 4 main groups in my age of society. Here's a graph type thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cool' - Mainly consits of women. Normally the kind of person who is superofficial, OMG SHOPPING! AnD TyPeS UpPeRcAsE AnD LoWeRcAsE SeNtEnCeS! Sometimes these people can be nice. About half half really. I wouldn't really call them Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jock' - Mainly consits of guys. Loves football. *Egh* Is brought in by controlling people. Not all the time, they can be really nice. Woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nerd' - Normally teased by the Cool and Jock group for who they are. That's meeeean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Outsider' - The kind of people who don't want to be labelled and would rather die than fit in with one of the Cool or Jock groups. Wants to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I you ask? Outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for individual people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really only think of one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Leader/Dictator' - Doesn't care what group they're in as long as they could either change the group, be the leader of the group, and exclude others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this has insulted you (Wait, I'm not sorry) I'm extremely pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEE&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/9145047387030411066-9038476040165691916?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/9038476040165691916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=9038476040165691916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9038476040165691916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/9038476040165691916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/07/problems-with-todays-generation-mine.html' title='Problems With Today&apos;s Generation (Mine)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4431648545877283282</id><published>2005-07-16T16:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:41:59.587+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz. This is so copied off Sarah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN people I enjoy spending time with (in no specific order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mum, Dad, Sarah (even), all my school chums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE things I'm wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undies, shirt, pants &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT things on my Mind:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's something I have to do but I can't remember it. I hope Dell comes to HOG. That Honour Your Parents song from the play. I hope I get the comp back after Sophie's party. Sophie's party gonna rock. I hope today's drama doesn't suck. The time. I hope Erin gets on soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN items I Touch everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed. Doorknobs. Buttons. My fingers. The phone. Food. Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX things I Do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stare into oblivion. breathe. eat. sleep. blink. swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meet all my good chums on the net. Star in TV somehow. Nobody wants to die a virgin &gt;_&gt; Haha.. *rolls eyes* I dunno can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR things I will Never do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sing in public. Strip for an audience. &gt;_&lt;&gt;THREE things I Do when I wake up:&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I swallowed anything in the night. Sit up. Look around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Edible kinds. Not-off kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Thing I Love Most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGLES. Ugh sounds like a nappie brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all.... maybe forever, I think I did swallow something in the night &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4431648545877283282?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4431648545877283282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4431648545877283282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4431648545877283282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4431648545877283282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/07/quiz-this-is-so-copied-off-sarah.html' title='Quiz. This is so copied off Sarah.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2196350972601073211</id><published>2005-07-15T16:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:41:27.074+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Play Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm bop, last nightwas my school's production thing called 'Around The World In Ten Commandments' which was a bout this chick presenting to her class her bible assignment about the 10 commandments as she travelled around the world. It was cool I was in the first bit, Israel, then there was France, Egypt, (great dance ladies!!) Hawaii, Austria, Ireland, (haha go Matt) Italy, Honeymooners, (not sure where that was, but there was 2 newlyweds going on honeymoon and sang about adultery) Jamacia, America (STRETCHING TEH TRUTH, IS TELLING A LIE) Spain, and then China =)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The songs were too catchy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway dad met this woman on the net called Kerry, and she has a duaghter my age called Jessi and we've been talking and stuff. She sounds just like Rachael from BB &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I started school back on Tuesday, and this week I've had 6 periods of work lol, r0x0rzin. And I'm home today, Friday, so bla. Every other day we left for rehearsals at some church after the first 3 periods, except for yesterday we went to the Franky Arts Centre all day woo!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Man, I haven't blogged in a while.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;AGH Tegan is so frustrating. She hits :(&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bah nothing else to say bye imaginary readers of blogness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-2196350972601073211?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2196350972601073211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=2196350972601073211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2196350972601073211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/2196350972601073211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/07/play-thing.html' title='Play Thing.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6815421616641319615</id><published>2005-06-30T16:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:40:45.317+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Girl Squad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Went Rye-Bye-Rye &lt;&lt; ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay from Sunday till yesterday me and my family and Clare went to Rye :) twas coolness. Clare brought her PS2 with Eyetoy and stuff and uber cool. On Monday we went to the beach a bit and saw Madagascar, which sucked :) Storyline went  nowhere, and the most serious thing was I WANNA EAT YOU BUT I CAN'T. There were a few funny bits tho. (I like to move it move it...&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/music_note.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;On Tuesday we went Bowling... which I won out of me Clare and Sarah. Woopee. :) Then at the same place we went to mini-golf which Sarah won, and me and Clare tied. That place had an easy arcade, so me and Clare got lotsa tickets and bought a basketball hoop with a basketball, a basketball on a string wrapped around ya finger with velcro, clacker thingys which make loud noises and smells like gunpowder.. and also a slinky &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_regular.gif" /&gt; Ser-weeeet.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Attention bobdiedandikilledhim: That's great. Kissing emo guys?! Say wha.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wednesday we headed home... (and Clare had to come to my house for a bit coz her mum was workin) and at home me and Clare walked to the shops over the road from me, and we bought 2 mugs each (only 50c, why not?) pretzels, pringles, thickshake thingy, and somehow clare talked me into buying a fish. (Only a buck. We gave it to Sarah anyhoo, she named it after her friend Oscar hahahah le daa ha da lee doo.)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs9.html"&gt;www.homestarrunner.com/tgs9.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;How wange. Chekkit.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Song:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A glue stick&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Some glitta paint&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Words cut out from a magazine&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;BFF carved in a tree&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;That stands for BAOW FOM FROOSH!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A portajon&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Came alive&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Put on a play&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;With so-and-so&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Unfortunatley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They didn't get&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A very good review.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Whats her face&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ate staple sauce&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A heaping bowl of staple sauce&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And that crazy learner's permit girl&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Gave me a ride&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;To Baggabes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(What? They ain't got no turbografx games?)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Haha to check out the other TEE GEE ESS's go to &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html"&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ain't to teen girl.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Quite good, quite good.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;G'bye, my spanish galleons!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;P.S. Click on the o and the ! in TGS movies for somethin' speccy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6815421616641319615?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6815421616641319615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6815421616641319615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6815421616641319615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6815421616641319615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-rye-bye-rye.html' title='Went Rye-Bye-Rye &lt;&lt; ?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-4610203762946701011</id><published>2005-06-25T16:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:40:01.589+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>It's a holiday, celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So cool. Holidays.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was my last day of Term 2, and I was the only person to bring a red nose for red nose day.. I scared a lot of people. I also brought a camera yesterday, took about 5 photos then the batteries died =( and most of the photos I took were crap anyhoo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Instead of going to Youth last night, Squinty invited me to come to one of those CFA family night things... his sister Kate brought a friend Renee, blaaarg. They showed Toy Story 1 + 2. I only stayed to watch the first one, then me and Squinty went into the other room where the fire trucks are and climbed on them and played with tennis balls for a while, which we lost. Very funnn :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today... I love Saturdays where you go places frantically across the day. But the day ain't over yet ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had my drama performances today for the parents, I did 'Power Struggle' and a snippet from 'Hating Alison Ashley.' I got some photos, which are in my photo collectionness. I've uploaded a number of photos to my MSN dp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Congratulations Supergrover for 6 years at Helen! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Straight out bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-4610203762946701011?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4610203762946701011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=4610203762946701011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4610203762946701011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/4610203762946701011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-holiday-celebrate.html' title='It&apos;s a holiday, celebrate!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7005621283109544688</id><published>2005-06-17T16:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:39:14.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>Cheerio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, today's Friday, and I have the day off. Whopee. I've been wanting to write this blawg for evar bit I haven't yet. Nyah :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday - &lt;/strong&gt;I had VCD that day, in which me and Sara and Clare and Kirk have to make a design postery dealy for a Quiksilver/Roxy Summer Sale. Me and Clare decided to work on the poster on the weekend. Woo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - &lt;/strong&gt;Me and Clare went to Fountain Gate shopping because I tried to invite her round, but the same time happened to be when mum wanted to go shopping argh. So anyhoo, we bought 2 cans or silly string each, bubbles (each of us) some lunch... and went and watsed money at Tunza Fun and got 3 slinkys from it :D You know that arcade game big bessie where that fat chick gets bigger as you throw balls into her mouth? Listen to what she says next time you play that, unless you think you're too cool to be seen in Tunza Fun. Bleh later we went to my place, played with silly string and bubbles and slinky, then finished the posterness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - &lt;/strong&gt;Well it's the 3nd day of my 4 day weekend :) And I watched Scrubs all day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - &lt;/strong&gt;I watched Scrubs all day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday - &lt;/strong&gt;Oman, Sophie invited me to go to the movies with David, Steph and Tom to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the new Karingal cinemas (which has a Vmax :D). That movie was awesome, David din't like it though. BURN. Anyhoo, it was fun because for some time me and David and Tom went off away from the girls and talked/bitched about things... like Emily and James who are stuck to each others genitalia, although they cover that up with clothing. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday - &lt;/strong&gt;Normal boring school day, had practise for that play thing which I hate. Argh. It happened on the basketball court from 4th period till the rest of the day... Luckily I had Geog 4th, English 5th, then lunch. Teehee, even though I was at the start, I got to stay and miss out on English. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday - &lt;/strong&gt;Today was the day :O The presentation of the poster thing in VCD. Clare wanted to use the bubbles, slinky and silly string for something since we bought it, so we used it in our presentation and wasted the entire period practising/doing nothing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - &lt;/strong&gt;That's today alrighty. Today's cool because I get to stay home, seeing as here is a soccer rally day tomorrow and almost everybody is going, so I doubt there will be classes as normal today, or the teachers will just not put in enough effort like I never do. Today's great too coz Juzz is home also. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow - &lt;/strong&gt;Hasn't happened yet. Nyah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pip pip cheerio yall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh by the way, through the week I've been watching Scrubs, and I had a fight with this bitch in year 8 Courtney, who thinks she's better than the world and she's really queer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7005621283109544688?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7005621283109544688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7005621283109544688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7005621283109544688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7005621283109544688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheerio.html' title='Cheerio.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3218014098634833419</id><published>2005-06-12T17:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:38:31.485+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Youth Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warragul'/><title type='text'>After all, I am a lady! (aka SYG)</title><content type='html'>Here's my little State Youth Games recap. I loved SYG. It was full of SYG. SYG is a giant Chrsitian youth camp in Warragul with games that are played among different Victorian youth groups, along with cheering, gaming, The Village (which is like a disco club thing) movies, live bands, guest speakers, et cetera. Anyway, NOW is my BIGGER recap, with lots of random things that happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out SYG has their own radio station!!&lt;/span&gt; We were driving through the entrance and saw a sign that said "SYGFM 91.1" and it bores me anyway, but Katherine went on it! And I missed it! Agghhh coz the radio station is in the terminally-ill centre of the whole park, not too far from Frankston actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, isn't my tent screwed. Opening Ceremony.&lt;/span&gt; The tent Matt and I were going to be sleeping in wasn't waterproof, and since the tents were already set up when we got there, ours was not. So we looked around for where we had to sleep, and ended up sleeping in a ROOM. A ROOM. Instead of verybody else n a tent, we got a cozy warm room out the back of the stage/pavillion that is Frankston Campus. Sam, John, and wo other random people I don't know decided to sleep in the room too, GRAR.. xD. Also, the Opening Ceremony was on Friday night... snore. It went pretty fast actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took a huge journey to find Erin.&lt;/span&gt; My good ol' pal Erin F. from Ringwood that I've known since I was born went to SYG too, and so did her sister Kyla, who I have known for just as long. I tried texting/calling her for a while and didn't get through. Then she called me and we were trying to locate each other, and I almost walked right past her while on the phone to her out the front of the toilet block, I must've looked so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was stalked. &lt;/span&gt;As usual, Erin (not the good one, the bad one) from youth was following me and touching me and such... "DO UP YA JACKET DO UP YA JACKET ITS SO COLLLD BLAHBLAHBLAH WHITE NOISE SHRIEKING" the good Erin later decided to name her StalkStalk. All one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met Tash.&lt;/span&gt; Erin and I were walking through the Frankston campus and ran into Tash who we too also almost walked right past, and she went HEY JHNNY! And I was like.. WOAH it's Tash. I know her off the internet/sister, and have only ever met her once. Erin immediately decided she likes Tash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tash and Erin met StalkStalk.&lt;/span&gt; We were standing in Frankston and StalkStalk came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I naturally turned around and she wasn't there, but nooo was on the other side of me. Then she was giggling/hyperventilating, and at this point Erin and Tash were thinking, "I hate her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met Sam.&lt;/span&gt; This actually happened on the bus ride up to Warragul as I was sitting next to Tori, got to know her a bit, but Matt and Sam had met while still at the church and I sorta met him on the bus. He's cool xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got my special Frank T-shirt! &lt;/span&gt;Frankston have special T-Shirts that are plain black with a special Frankston logo on the back and on the front are many variations of Frankston slogans. "Fitter, Faster, Franker." "May the Frank be with you." "Just Frank It." "Be Frank." But the one I got was "Is Frank, is Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met Siobhan. &lt;/span&gt;Her name annoys me, not only did I not spell it right the first time I wrote it there (had to fix it) I could never remember her name either. She really likes hugs, and she went to Ormond camp along with Tash and is really good friends with Tash. I &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met Rachel.&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember if I met Rachel the same time I met Siobhan, but eh. Rachel is really small and really great... we immediately clicked and for some reason ran off from out group randomly after knowing each other about 5 minutes. How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out about Katherine's love for hugs.&lt;/span&gt; Katherine goes to Frankie youth, and I found out how much she loves hugs. Swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned many new dances.&lt;/span&gt; ALL off Tash. I can't dance over the internet, and I really don't have the energy or motivation to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danced at The Village with Erin.&lt;/span&gt; We went over to The Village disco and stood there watching people dance for a while, and graudally started to boogie slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One hour sleep.&lt;/span&gt; Friday night I just couldn't sleep. Got about one hour in total. Didn't fully sleep till like 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday morning: Ultimate Frisbee.&lt;/span&gt; Just so you know, I didn't sign up for any sports because I am NOT a sporty person, but I was awake at like... 8? Yeah, 8. So I was forced to go "spectate" until like 12:30... BORDEOM. I phoned with Maddz a bit and I got absolutely no break from StalkStalk the whole time, Sam and Matt were defending me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lack of food.&lt;/span&gt; I didnt' eat one meal they cooked for us on camp. I smuggled my own food, so when lunch, brekkie or dinner came I hid in my room for a while and ate till it was over. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday Afternoon: Where was I supposed to be?  &lt;/span&gt;I was standing in the entrance of Franky campus with Tash and Siobhan, which is where everybody else was. They were sorting out who's going where to spectate, but I don't know what happened, but Sarah Lay, Tori and I were left behind which is what I wanted, I don't want to go bore myself alone watching somebody play something anyway, lol, so I spent the afternoon with Tashy and Siobhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Box.&lt;/span&gt; At the Gate 4 entrance to Lardner Park (where we go through)  there's a little ticket box thing there and the door was open, so we loitered in a 2x1 metre box for a few hours. It was great, actually. Tash was sitting down, Siobhan was ontop of her and I was standing and sometimes leaning on the door... and the box of like, sliding down a hill so I fell down into the door a few times. We were greeting people coming through the gate and got some yellow-petalled weeds and gave them to people. Also, Tash had a kissing booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&gt; I've ditched Frankston so much and went with Tash and Siobhan down to their Ormond camp. People were like "HEY you're not from here!" Hey, NS, kind of obvious you fools. I've been in and out of Ormond so much, people recognize me, and I had an interview on their video xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerobics.&lt;/span&gt; Aerobics were at about... well some time in the evening, and Tash, Siobhan, Erin, Fatty (who goes to Ormand, briefly met him a bit, he's great. He's actually quite skinny) and I got front row, but we were shoved back to make room for judges, so we got second row instead. The guys infront of us were from Ringwood, and they were all like "Oh yeah, we're so good we got front row by default." Continued.. in number 21. Anyway, we saw like 10 different aerobics performances, they were sooo good/funny, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scaring the tools at Aerobics&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, these guys infront of us... I have a thing on my list of things to do before I die that is "Meet someone random in a random way." Tash told me to steal one of the guys' beanie. I wouldn't, told her to. We went back and forth until she complained to Siobhan, who immediately just took the beanie and gave it to Tash. The guy turned around, who later we found out was called Cameron, and he was like "Can I please have my beanie back now?" And tash kept not giving it back, smelling the beanie... "I have a beanie fetish." Eventually we gave it back. Another blonde guy... I forget his name... his hair looks really fluffy, so thanks to Tash's brilliant indearing, I stroked his head going "You're fluffier than you look." And managed to cross off that thing on my list xD!! Some guy called Logan there got up to talk to someone else for a second, so Tash went and stole his seat. When he came back, he was like "Uhh... what are you doing in my chair?" "Ah, just laying back." "Can I please sit back in my chair?" To which Tash responded by smacking her legs a few times to signal that she wants him to sit on her. Arhahrhahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forget Siobhan's name.&lt;/span&gt; I keep forgetting it. I have her in my phone, a few times when I forgot, I took out my phone and found out. I started calling her random names instead... Shipoopi, Shanaynay, Shilly, Geneva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ran off with Rachel again.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how it happened, but we walked through Dandenong campus where Rachel is and she dragged me away from Tash and Geneva and we ran off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Netball.&lt;/span&gt; As usual, I ditched breakfast on Sunday morning and got sent to Netball. We lost so hard, and they made me play 1 and a half rounds, which I spose wasn't that bad, but I made a fool out of myself so much coz I'm bad at netball xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt; Ditched volleyball or whatever was on and went with Tash and Geneva, but they had to leave for Air Hockey at two, but fortuneately Erin was back at that time, so I hung out with her for the afternoon. We went to the box, the movie tent, which was empty, but the whole SYG was almost empty because people were playing/spectating sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENTOS!!&lt;/span&gt; Erin got me hooked on Mentos while we were at the movie tent. She had a giant tub thing of heaps of them (which was written in Indonesian. Still tasted the same tho), which I had heaps of, and so me, Erin, Sam Pratt and somebody else, eventually... eh people came and went.. we were eating them and chucking the wrappers in the bonfire at Frankston xD Now I'm addicted to mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were we sposed to be? &lt;/span&gt;Some time during the evening, Staffy, Tash, Geneva, Steve and I went ant loitered at the box for a while, and completely lost track of the time. Turns out we were supposed to go to a worship service, but we completely forgot about it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a fulfilling conversation.&lt;/span&gt; There was nobody at Ormond, so after we somehow lost Steve, that left Staffy, Geneva, Tash and I to go in the warmness of Ormond and we had a special conversation about love and Tash's erections and such. Ahahha, ignore that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loiter at Dandenong.&lt;/span&gt; Tash, Geneva/Siobhan and I went over to Dandenong to see if we could find James... but he wasn't there :( No, instead we found some random people that know Geneva, and they had a can of whipped cream, kept spraying Geneva, hehe. I hugged one of the guys, and he took it to heart, took me round the corner and humped me... it was so hot. I must find him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intellectual convo round the bonfire.&lt;/span&gt; Back at Frankston now, near midnight on Sunday, I was sitting at the bonfire, and also there was Katherine, StalkStalk, Grant, and some others that came in and out. We started talking about the theory of evolution, and about how all this Christianity stuff is true, as in Katherine's words, "I don't think the laws of gravity and planets and people and the galaxy and things like that just came together as a coincidence. There must've been God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday... GOING HOOOOME!&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't all that tired when I got up, (compared to the other days) and I got up, sat infront of the heater for a bit, then helped Kate, Katherine, Sam Pratt, Steve and Whatsherface take down a tent... it took SO long, especially fitting it into the bag.  All of it hurt, it took so much longer than it should've, it was like giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Finals!&lt;/span&gt; We had all packed up and left the campsite and went over to a basketball place where the netball and basketball finals were on. Tash, Shipoopi, Erin, StalkStalk, Katherine, Rachel, Zac and I loitered in the lobby. We borrowed a pen from reception and Tash and I drew on everything... all over my face and my body especially. Rachel got some pom-poms from Dandenong, so I stole some and we were dancing around with them, it was so much funnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State Youth Games 2006: The Closing Ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;Ah, State Youth Games is over. The Closing Ceremony was in the gym where the finals were, and they handed out awards and such. One Community won State Youth Games! Wooo! After we went to some park and lunched or something, then went back, washed the bus at the car wash and I got a lift home with Matt xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I signed Aisha's journal xD&lt;/span&gt;. Aisha has a little journal that she puts out to people for them to leave messages, so I left two messages. One had a bunch of things that SYG could stand for... crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Profile.&lt;/span&gt; Tash picked up an axe and threatened StalkStalk. Tash danced. Tash is very popular everywhere, she knew everybody. Tash lost her voice on some day, Saturday I think, and was croaky the rest of the camp. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerobics Part 2.&lt;/span&gt; Sunday night, Frankston performed for Aerobics infront of everybody. They did the dance from Napoleon Dynamite, it was SOOO GOOOOD! Ala TGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYG made me sick.&lt;/span&gt; SYG had the coldest weather ever, I had a cold that was UBER bad on Saturday and Sunday, and now my throat hurts and such, and I'm really hot... fever perhaps? Ehh I have a bit of a headache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 2372.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3218014098634833419?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3218014098634833419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3218014098634833419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3218014098634833419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3218014098634833419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/after-all-i-am-lady-aka-syg.html' title='After all, I am a lady! (aka SYG)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6709288845255895424</id><published>2005-06-04T16:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:37:22.577+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Youth = Werrd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah last night I got drawn on by heaps of people. I have a little muzzle and stuff i"ll put up the photos some time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm staying at dad's this weekend. Whoopee. Mum's goin to Philip Island, and it's dad's bday tomozza so that's cooleroo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blah I have nothing to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;YO. I'LL HAVE 2 SLICES OF PEPPERONI.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*roar*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6709288845255895424?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6709288845255895424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6709288845255895424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6709288845255895424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6709288845255895424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/youth-werrd.html' title='Youth = Werrd'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7873242040011883275</id><published>2005-05-28T16:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:36:50.527+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dammit Holly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to do a History and Bible assignment to be done on Monday, and I havent't started my History one. This doesn't exactly help either when Word won't work for me, freakin Microsoft I hate it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OMG after I wrote that I went to an MSN convo and then the window down the bottom with my blog entry was flashing... it's like microsoft knows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At drama today, Holly kept saying I love Kelli, and apparently she told her that, and I don't :( And now Melissa is bugging me about it so yeah, how gay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I saw hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy today. Geez, that movie sometimes can make no sense. There's some thing about a towel that can protect you, and at the end the universe ended up being inside a dog. I don't know what the hell was going on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just previewed Ben's space, and he's only written 2 blogs, both this morning. The basic thing: Good morning, and the count of how many times he's gone to the toilet today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ciao mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7873242040011883275?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7873242040011883275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7873242040011883275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7873242040011883275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7873242040011883275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/05/dammit-holly.html' title='Dammit Holly!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-1070914139265906913</id><published>2005-05-21T16:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:35:39.125+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet explorer'/><title type='text'>IE SUCKS CRAP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;OMG. I JUST WROTE A GOOD BLOG ENTRY, I CLICK PUBLISH, AND THE PAGE DOESNT LOAD. I CLICK BACK AND ITS GONE. MOZILLA WOULDNT DO THIS TO ME. I JUST WROTE SOMETHING WITH THE SAME JIST AS THIS, AND IT FUCKIN HAPPENED AGAIN. IE WILL BUUUUUUUUURN FOR ITS NON-COOKIE DEALY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, Added Jan 23, 2006: I did another blog on this day which I'm not adding ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-1070914139265906913?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1070914139265906913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=1070914139265906913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1070914139265906913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/1070914139265906913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/05/ie-sucks-crap.html' title='IE SUCKS CRAP.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-6185565111331356948</id><published>2005-05-14T21:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:35:10.636+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>There's a bear in my oatmeal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah. This morning Juzzy said in July he would be plane-ing down to Melb to meet me and people oh my gawsh excited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HIS PARENTALS CANCELLED.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet, his family is now driving down here, and Juzzy gets to live with me for 2 days. Nyeee lol so bloody excited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last night Erin and her family came down for dinnar at my place, we talked to Juzz for a bit too. And Erin stupidly tripped on a footpath and twisted her ankle. BUT ONLY BY DAY! Anyway, she brought her friend Sarah, who I have MSN'd to a few times. She's so random. (And so hawt. Hahahaha)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ain't no hollaback chickadee, ain't no hollaback chickadee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;STEWIE FOR GOV'NOR!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye loyal fans. (Vote 'Yes' on prop. 304; bring Juzz to victoria. And vote 'Yes' on 507, making Johnny Prez. Hahahha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-6185565111331356948?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6185565111331356948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=6185565111331356948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6185565111331356948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/6185565111331356948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-bear-in-my-oatmeal.html' title='There&apos;s a bear in my oatmeal!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-3860147225132257932</id><published>2005-05-08T16:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:34:31.306+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skirmish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Lots of things hurt today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myrobotfriend.com/thecut.html"&gt;http://www.myrobotfriend.com/thecut.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and comment on how pointless it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, my hamstring, I think that's it, the muscle on my thighs, has been hurties since I woke up this morning. Probably from all the running at skirmish yesterday at Kirk's bday party. For those who don't know, Skirmish is tre cool. It's like laser challenge, except it's outdoors in the bush. There's like metal huts and tin drums and old cars and such and you gotta shoot others. Way cool. Gotta go again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that yesterday we all went to maccas and to Kirk's dad's place. His dad had this thing that Josh wouldn't stop laughing about, and I can't say unless Kirk or someone reads it. Nyah, I'm so delightfully evil on the inside and outside and on my hurting legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAMG my mind hurts. Thinking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get off school tomorrah. These damn hamstrings hurt more than... um... listening to a Britney Spears song.  Yes, I can stand her incoherant babble for about 7 seconds. She should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know who else is an annoying singer? Gwen Stefani. It sounds like she's whinging all the time. (Why the hell do you need to whinge about bananas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-3860147225132257932?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3860147225132257932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=3860147225132257932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3860147225132257932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/3860147225132257932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/05/lots-of-things-hurt-today_08.html' title='Lots of things hurt today'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7406704845936587226</id><published>2005-05-06T18:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:33:56.520+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='|_33+'/><title type='text'>+0d@y d!dn'+ +0+@lly $u(k n@rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;F0r 0n(3. V(D &lt;a href="mailto:w@$"&gt;w@$&lt;/a&gt; @lm0$+ (00l, bu+ !+ $+!ll $u(k3d (0z $(h00l d03$.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;F!ng3r$ n3../3r $+0p +0u(h!ng y0u, +0u(h!ng y0u.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;D0n'+ w0rry. ! (@n'+ r3mmb3r !f ! &lt;a href="mailto:$@%21d"&gt;$@!d&lt;/a&gt; 0r n0+, bu+ +0n!+3 !s l3 p!zz@ $(@../3ng3r hun+ &lt;a href="mailto:+yp3-d3@ly"&gt;+yp3-d3@ly&lt;/a&gt; @+ &lt;a href="mailto:%21n$@n0"&gt;!n$@n0&lt;/a&gt; (@f0nk3y. $0 bl00dy 3x9!+3d! @l@ w00+. G00dby3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7406704845936587226?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7406704845936587226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7406704845936587226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7406704845936587226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7406704845936587226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/06/f0r-0n3.html' title='+0d@y d!dn&apos;+ +0+@lly $u(k n@rd'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-7367791570017870138</id><published>2005-05-03T20:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:33:06.686+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Mick's suck, Yankee's suck, Mick's suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been updating this piece of crap more than usual for some reason. Though I basically have nothing to tell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sara absolutely hates Zoe (my ex-gf.) so today, I asked Sara to dump her for me (Zoe would go crazy if I did lawl) and Sara did gladly. Now Zoe's saying I have to say it to her face. Lawl what a fun day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We got a new kid at school yesterday! His name is Jake, uber cool, and has instantly become part of mine, Josh's and Kirk's group. Speaking of Kirk I was sitting at my desk today leaning on my arms on the table. TRYING TO SLEEP. And by the way, my table is like pushed up against the wall. Kirk kept pushing my elbow again and again and again, then pushed my ebloe uber hard so I punched my face pretty hard, and then my head into the wall. Hurtopia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After sah-cool today Mum didn't come till 3:50 anyhoo, and anyhoo I had the anyhooingness rehearsals for that gay play. WHOAMG I MADE A RHYME, I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD EAT LIME. WHOAMG, THERE I GO AGAIN, YESTERDAY KIRK BROKE MY PEN. (Asshole.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, g'bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-7367791570017870138?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7367791570017870138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=7367791570017870138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7367791570017870138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/7367791570017870138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/03/micks-suck-yankees-suck-micks-suck.html' title='Mick&apos;s suck, Yankee&apos;s suck, Mick&apos;s suck.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-34740342114498876</id><published>2005-05-01T18:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:32:00.244+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Girl Squad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>May Flowers, And Innarnet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's May! And the net is back! W00ty! Finally! Blah blah mahuff mahuff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Le Squint is here today, he's playing the SNES now, but it's all good. He's playing Zeldarr.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dad heard of some thing called Firefily, kind of like Skype, but this is Melbourne-based so you can make phone calls and such it's uber cool. 5c per minute to un-local places in the state and out of state is expensive, and 18c flat-fee for local.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atm I'm trying to tell Holly what TGS means. Here, have a look: &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html"&gt;www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lawl coolies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;G'bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145047387030411066-34740342114498876?l=spsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/feeds/34740342114498876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145047387030411066&amp;postID=34740342114498876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/34740342114498876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145047387030411066/posts/default/34740342114498876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spsss.blogspot.com/2005/01/may-flowers-and-innarnet.html' title='May Flowers, And Innarnet!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320489738111956941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e_0PfTmVfY/S14_hgIcPXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HP_Vi_UFm7g/S220/DSCN2441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145047387030411066.post-2355959492036271509</id><published>2005-04-30T18:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:31:12.365+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telstra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rip slip brush ahh'/><title type='text'>Ooh, aah, I lost my sanity! I left it in my boyfriend's mental asylum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a joyous few weeks it's been. Been quite adventureous. Lemme begin with this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BOYSRROTTENMADEOUT2COTTONGIRLSRNTSXYMADEOUT2PEPSI&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! I REALLY DESPISE THAT SONG. And that Tamara chick is a slut. Anyway, I'm scratching my foot now. Think a mozzie got me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dad let out the cat this morning and he hasn't seenit since. Arrf.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Since Wednesday's sport lesson, start of the week for me, everybody has been singing the "Rip, slip, brush, ahh!" Thing off that uberly gay advertisement. You know, people singing about some thing you put your finger to brush your teeth (apparently it takes 3 of them to get your mouth clean.) Now then, we were doing kick-offs or something, and all of a sudden Steph just started singing "RIP, SLIP, BRUSH, AHHH!!!" Oman uberly funny. So now everybody is. About 5 minutes after, Abe (though whenever I spell his name I spell it A-B-D-E-D) decided to sing it: Strip, lick, suck, ahh! How uberly gross. Totarrlyy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today's the 30th right? Well who cares, cept me. Now then, Telstra's being a bitch about our internet and other things...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago dad was trying to switch his mobile from Telstra to Optus. Telstra got his brithday wrong, and took a week to do something that should've taken not even a day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From the 18th to the 26th, the net was supposed to be installed at our place. We had to put TPG (internet) and Tel
