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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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I am currently on it. Everything is back on it and now I just gotta put games on here. COD4 is already installed cause my bro wanted to see how it would run with my monitors. Fucking epic is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELowPPwk4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/sf_l4_ArX9w/s1600/P2117%5B02%5D_18-07-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELowPPwk4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/sf_l4_ArX9w/s320/P2117%5B02%5D_18-07-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495210410769421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELo8_CniXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/P4aa1AVt8G8/s1600/P2118%5B01%5D_18-07-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELo8_CniXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/P4aa1AVt8G8/s320/P2118%5B01%5D_18-07-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495210629757634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpOlSCLaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jSfY_PSbEoE/s1600/P2118%5B02%5D_18-07-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpOlSCLaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jSfY_PSbEoE/s320/P2118%5B02%5D_18-07-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495210932080618914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpj3brtTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zQQZfhlW-Uk/s1600/P2120_18-07-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpj3brtTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zQQZfhlW-Uk/s320/P2120_18-07-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495211297730180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpsg0yXHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3pKGx2SNWs4/s1600/P2121_18-07-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELpsg0yXHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3pKGx2SNWs4/s320/P2121_18-07-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495211446280281202" 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/1132425378541514665-8613454953580453395?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8613454953580453395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-comp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8613454953580453395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8613454953580453395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-comp.html' title='New comp.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TELowPPwk4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/sf_l4_ArX9w/s72-c/P2117%5B02%5D_18-07-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-9008191851175935371</id><published>2010-07-02T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T03:48:08.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5: A letter to a celebrity you want to kick in the face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a celebrity you want to kick in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Megan Fox,&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick you in the face and watch your lips explode all over your face. You just don't know a good thing when you see it and have absolutely no respect for the people who made you. Neck Up Slut! That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-9008191851175935371?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9008191851175935371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-letter-to-celebrity-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/9008191851175935371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/9008191851175935371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-letter-to-celebrity-you-want-to.html' title='day 5: A letter to a celebrity you want to kick in the face.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4327624415778118655</id><published>2010-07-01T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:31:45.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4: A letter to someone you want to kick in the face expressing why you want to kick them in the face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to someone you want to kick in the face expressing why you want to kick them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...&lt;br /&gt;I know this girl and no one who is her friend actually reads or knows about this blog, but I'm still not going to post a name, instead this person will go by the name Slut, it is of course what everyone at my school calls her behind her back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Slut,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly you are actually a slut, not even sure if your right leg has ever met it's distant cousin Mr left leg since you're legs are never closed, so your name is fitting. I really don't like you aye, you have this compulsion to fuck with peoples lives just because you must, it's like you do it for survival or something sick like that. Your boyfriend dumped you on your ass (with good reason) and your latched onto mine, wanting him for help and support blah fucking blah. Then eventually after me being over it we split up and you sucked him in like sluts do. He still loved me the whole time and left you and came crawling back, he's lucky I gave him another chance and he knows it, and now her hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, when you realised you couldn't fuck my life up you went onto one of my best friends, a person who was nothing but nice to you when you had fuck all. You kissed her boyfriend and stole the guy she loved, and despite how thick you are you still knew what that would do to her. Thankfully she survived it with our help so now she and another girl in this picture hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually since all this has hit the fan and people found out about you, about 20 more people hate you and I now know about others who have always hated and think you're a bitch and a slut like you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but post statuses about me cause your jealous of me and my life, well you can continue on feeling like shit when you see me with him because its nothing less than what you deserve, in fact you deserve so much more bad shit to happen to you. You even tried to fuck up your ex and his new girlfriend, they're happy and love each other, no one wants you so just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick you in the teeth, and kick you in the vag, face, tits, eyes, stomach and asshole and anywhere else that will hurt and possibly inflict death on you. So just a warning, I'll be wearing steel caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from me and the guy I love. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-4327624415778118655?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4327624415778118655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-letter-to-someone-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4327624415778118655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4327624415778118655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-letter-to-someone-you-want-to.html' title='day 4: A letter to someone you want to kick in the face expressing why you want to kick them in the face.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3224129252697324101</id><published>2010-06-30T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:45:14.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3: A letter to a movie character.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a movie character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Stay Puft,&lt;br /&gt;You technically probably to some or even most, aren't a character. But the definition of a character is  'a creature of the imagination represented in a work of fiction' and that's what you are so take that world. Anyway, you are very big and tall and like to roam the streets of New York. The Ghostbusters did end up killing you but you filled the streets with nommy marshmallow goo, so the people were quite happy. Zule was a shit for making you evil, and even though you were mean and tried to kill Venkman, Stanz, Spengler and Zeddemore, I still love you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3224129252697324101?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3224129252697324101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-letter-to-movie-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3224129252697324101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3224129252697324101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-letter-to-movie-character.html' title='day 3: A letter to a movie character.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-209129947401746007</id><published>2010-06-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:01:21.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2: A letter to a dinosaur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aladar,&lt;br /&gt;I found it quite funny that almost as soon as you broke out of your egg you peed on Yar. It's sad that your egg got lost from the others and the Lemurs adopted you but you've done some great things and you have never given up on Baylene or Eena. Neera is also incredibly cute, kinda funny that she thought you were a Jerkasaurous at first, but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-209129947401746007?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/209129947401746007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-letter-to-dinosaur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/209129947401746007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/209129947401746007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-letter-to-dinosaur.html' title='day 2: A letter to a dinosaur.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3539294409443289613</id><published>2010-06-28T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:55:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge fail.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm pretty sure I've already failed my challenge because I missed day 2and 3. Though  day 2 I couldn't cause I was at Darryl's and day 3 I changed the OS on my comp from vista to windows 7 and then fell asleep when I was done. Which was 1 am there for it was already day 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I think my excuses are good enough and next post will be day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TCmKpO1IGHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5voprMpkc4Q/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TCmKpO1IGHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5voprMpkc4Q/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488070061887854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3539294409443289613?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3539294409443289613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/challenge-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3539294409443289613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3539294409443289613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/challenge-fail.html' title='Challenge fail.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/TCmKpO1IGHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5voprMpkc4Q/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8677785946688712567</id><published>2010-06-26T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T05:14:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1: A letter to an inanimate object you hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A letter to an inanimate object you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Computer,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty damn sure you know how much I hate you. I seem to tell you all the time. Like when you turn off on me, or when you delete my itunes, or when you don't connect to my internet. Just general things that make me want to shove you throw the nearest wall. But still all the times you manage to fucking fail me, I keep you by myside. I'll tell you now, just to make you feel al ittle worse about your worthless existence, that I only keep you, because I must. So when Big Berth is built finally, you will be cleared off my desk, and out of my life. So until then, enjoy your time of living... cause it won't be for much longer cunt. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8677785946688712567?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8677785946688712567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-letter-to-inanimate-object-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8677785946688712567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8677785946688712567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-letter-to-inanimate-object-you.html' title='day 1: A letter to an inanimate object you hate.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5789301913832401134</id><published>2010-06-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:56:24.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day challenge No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to an inanimate object you hate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a dinosaur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a movie character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to someone you want to kick in the face expressing why you want to kick them in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a celebrity you want to kick in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A HEARTFELT letter to some food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a historical event.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a giant space robot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to the coolest person you have ever met.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to an alien race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to your last bowel movement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a mythological creature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a word you dont like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a word you love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to your crotch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to your bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a video game character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a website that ruined your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to an animal you like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to an animal you think is fucking stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;A letter to something you have owned for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;+ years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to something you want to fuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to the drug of your choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to one of your body parts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to Laura Roslin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to the future cyborg version of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a band that really needs to break up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a movie you hate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a letter you’ve written.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A letter to a bowl of fruit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5789301913832401134?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5789301913832401134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-day-challenge-no1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5789301913832401134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5789301913832401134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-day-challenge-no1.html' title='30 Day challenge No.1'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5228826140307782610</id><published>2010-06-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:37:00.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, had an AWESOMEMCFUCKINGFECKINGTIME at Supanova. Got it was brilliant. I kept squealing like a rabid school girl when I saw things that I'm in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the tokidoki Grim Reaper and his girlfriend as plushies for sale, looked at the price tag and walked away, twas a bit INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote on a friend of mine's facebook, I fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you writing? If the answer is yes, then no matter what else is going on your life, all is basically OK. You are who you are supposed to be and your existence makes sense. If the answer is no, then the rest of the world is problematic." - Fischer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so agree with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the family was over for my birthday that was ages ago. My sister went Mario MAD on me. I got a fish plushie, a flower plushie and one of the flower monsters and a mushroom keyring and mushroom slippers. My bro gave me $40AUD , my grandpa gave me a 1TB hard drive and my easter present and $50AUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I cleaned up this year me thinks. I cleaned up mega time money wise last year, gahh wish that was this year since I'm building my comp and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Heath gave me my present yesterday, she got me a leopard print Gloomy Bear and a Beani Mario Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to see all the stuff I got at Supanova? Well too bad because my internet carked it, I'm on my phone finishing this post from my nice warm bed. I have a blogger app on it, it came with it, aren't I lucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5228826140307782610?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5228826140307782610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-had-awesomemcfuckingfeckingtime-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5228826140307782610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5228826140307782610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-had-awesomemcfuckingfeckingtime-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5451170542902633007</id><published>2010-06-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:18:31.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coriiiiiiie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought it was about time I did some blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finished my English Essay at 6am this morning, it almost killed me I swear. I had to enlist Emily's help, god bless her I swear she saved my essay. But I emailed it this afternoon, so I'm hoping the teacher didn't check her emails or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heath was meant to sleep over tonight but she fucked times around with her mum so her mum rang me to explain which is cool. Now we're going to Supanova tomorrow and Heath has no idea, yes her mum is in on it. Has been from the start *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then sunday my family is over for my birthday bash. Yes I forgot to blog on my birthday oh well just shoot me. I'm 17 and I still feel 16, even like a week later. But Darryl will be here too, god help him poor guy, my family will eat him alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway I'm going to read up on some corrie and then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5451170542902633007?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5451170542902633007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/coriiiiiiie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5451170542902633007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5451170542902633007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/coriiiiiiie.html' title='coriiiiiiie'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8538359471092585944</id><published>2010-05-24T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:39:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nahh he blew his chance. You all know who I'm on about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8538359471092585944?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8538359471092585944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8538359471092585944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8538359471092585944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/fail.html' title='Fail.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3375134231785836946</id><published>2010-05-22T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T05:26:11.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHHHHHHHHHHHKAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need to change a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love corinne so so so so so so so so so so so so much. She hadn't turned on me. I don't know why she was being weird, but she still loves me and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About Darryl... ignore what I said, since I still love him and we are back on. That girl is mchistory, and even Corinne who was her friend hates her guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, my new little nephew arrived two weeks ago. His name is Cameron Daniel Avery Calman. I still call him peanut. They were hear today, omg I held him for ages he is so gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finished WAW, only to find out I need to finish it on Veteran for Nazi Zombies -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm playing it on Veteran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talked to my bro about my comp today. He's totally down with it. I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love him &lt;3 I really don't think he knows how much he hurt me and like it still hurts to think about it and when I see that girl anywhere near him it kills me, and I don't think he knows how much I really love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3375134231785836946?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3375134231785836946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohhhhhhhhhhhhhkay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3375134231785836946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3375134231785836946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohhhhhhhhhhhhhkay.html' title='OHHHHHHHHHHHHHKAY!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4463049305998563681</id><published>2010-05-12T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T04:44:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CODDDDDDDDDDDDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been thinking I should post for ages, but been avoiding it. That is until I read my last post and realised I need to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl is a lying, cheating piece of scum that I have since dumped. But I don't think it bothered him much, which him going out with the chick he cheated on me with the same day I mcdumped him. But, Lukey hates him now and Kaylah apparently wasn't too impressed, soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did notice Corinne has turned on me, so she can get fucked for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I've finally decided to start building my computer. Dual screen baby. So happy. And I've been playing COD WAW on the Wii. And COD 4 doesn't work on my comp, my Graphics card is too sheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 'The Creepshow' CD and Mutiny by Set Your Goals. And DWP Plagues is in the mail along with Escape the Fate's 'This War Is Ours' deluxe edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night tomorrow with Tayla, man I love that girl. She makes me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Gaia and Tiff. That reminds me, gotta mail Gaia's letter. Possibly tomorrow after school if I don't forget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's 9:44pm, Mum has just left for work and I'm going to play COD WAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-4463049305998563681?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4463049305998563681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/codddddddddddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4463049305998563681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4463049305998563681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/codddddddddddddd.html' title='CODDDDDDDDDDDDDD'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3992756314198896053</id><published>2010-04-14T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:04:01.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not got much to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atm Darryl is in Newcastle to get away from his crazy mother. I should be studying and I haven't been. I have to get this mcfucking story finished, at least I now finally have some direction. It's autumn at present and will be winter soon so that's like cue for my hands to become cold all the freaking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Enter Shikari's 'Take to the Skies' CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Funeral For A Friend's 'Hours' and 'Causually Dressed and Deep in Conversation' CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Set Your Goals's 'This Will Be The Death of Us' CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I couldn't find The Creepshow in stores so I bought their 'Run For Your Life' CD online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have all that music already, from downloading but I've gotten myself back into collecting CDs. So expect me to buy a hell of a lot more of them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Darryl's PS2 off him. Games and controllers included. I bought Band Hero for Wii. I also bought a new phone for my second number. I got a number with Virgin so I can txt Lukey for free, I can also txt Corinne and Heath for free I found out. But it is also and emergency contact for people who really gotta talk to me. I should be getting my hard drive soon, my bro is looking at RAM prices for me and I'm buying an iPod Dock and new TV for my room soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided not to go to Japan, I have too much going on in my life and simply cannot afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also taxxed a 'The Creepshow' poster from JB HI-FI. The lady said I could have it. Now I just gotta find space on me wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going to Lukey's tomorrow. Gaming and BSG day ftw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3992756314198896053?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3992756314198896053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-got-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3992756314198896053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3992756314198896053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-got-much-to-say.html' title='Not got much to say.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5208041200034783643</id><published>2010-04-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:17:04.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Holidays are going to be the death of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing to report. Second day of my holidays, just as boring as the first. I want to die. Kill me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*slaps self* be done with it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;Yes I want school. I hate school but I want school. I like learning, purely that is my only attachment to school liking. I hate teenagers, I hate assignments, I hate high school bullshit, I hate highschool drama (a.k.a smaller level of bullshit), I hate teachers, I hate uniform (though in my school it's barely a uniform and much better than fucking WAC or PAC), I hate not being able to where my converses (at least not without getting destroyed by a teacher.), I hate Brandstater (Bitch of a fat "oh my bad knees but I can climb ladders" Entertainment teacher), I hate waking up on monday morning, I hate being tired all.. the fucking... time, I hate the Chaplain who follows me (and everyother year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt; kid) around hoping we will open up to her..., I hate doing sport for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt; hours when I could be sleeping, I hate that if I don't do sport I will not graduate, I hate half days on the week A timetable because I have an extra period (I said Brandstater was a bitch), I hate half days when my mother can't come get me, I hate half days where I have to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt; minutes for a bus then walk because my mother can't come get me, I hate catching my extremely early afternoon bus and the little shits sneaking on before the seniors. I hate the same insanely full bus (like it can't fit everyone on most times), I hate then getting off and walking up my street which is on a slight hill which kills me with my folder I have to carry, I hate then the next day deciding to catch a later bus and having to wait for it, I hate it alllllllllllllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure there is more, but bottom line, I love learning but you learn at school so I go to school. I hate school but I want school because I learn there and I love my friends but that's about it. But my life is busy, always. School is busy, especially being a senior and I can handle it, but I can't handle being busy busy busy and then bored for two fucking weeks. I can't handle boredom and being idle as it is. But going from that to this is like killing me. IT'S ONLY BEEN TWO DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5208041200034783643?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5208041200034783643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/fucking-holidays-are-going-to-be-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5208041200034783643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5208041200034783643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/fucking-holidays-are-going-to-be-death.html' title='Fucking Holidays are going to be the death of me.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5408815115295702581</id><published>2010-03-31T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:48:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking grr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while. But it's holidays now, handed in all my assignments finally. Even got Hospitality and Biolody back. I did good so yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kinda went to visit WAC today with J'cobbi and got told we weren't allowed but we still saw Nick and Morgan. Morgan's hair is so gorgeous, I love his fro. And he gave me mad hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I'm bored, took photos for deviantART. I took one I really like and put it up as my Facebook photo. heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darryl is apparently coming over... this kid don't need an invitation :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5408815115295702581?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5408815115295702581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-grr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5408815115295702581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5408815115295702581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-grr.html' title='Fucking grr'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5849957190452650770</id><published>2010-03-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:10:32.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr fanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love forgetting to eat, because when I remember it taste even nomer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm drinking fanta right now and it's bringing back a childhood memory. Where me and mum were at the Plaza and about to leave and she would never ever let me drink fanta and always make me drink lift. As a result I would always get confused between the two. So when she bought me a drink and asked for fanta I said no I want lift thinking lift was fanta blah blah. So pretty much I cried when I didn't get fanta. My mum's a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5849957190452650770?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5849957190452650770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrr-fanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5849957190452650770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5849957190452650770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrr-fanta.html' title='grrr fanta'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6471848575763652027</id><published>2010-03-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T05:26:53.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage to the max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Alice in Wonderland, good yes, would have prefered the old story line and not a sequel? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay. Haven't done a single thing on the rest of my English shit today and I'm annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I totally pwned the shit out of Darryl tonight like five hundred times, but here was the best one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S6YN4s9P93I/AAAAAAAAAWo/faSYipNRl1A/s1600-h/pwnage.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S6YN4s9P93I/AAAAAAAAAWo/faSYipNRl1A/s400/pwnage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451059666770458482" 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/1132425378541514665-6471848575763652027?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6471848575763652027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/pwnage-to-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6471848575763652027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6471848575763652027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/pwnage-to-max.html' title='Pwnage to the max!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S6YN4s9P93I/AAAAAAAAAWo/faSYipNRl1A/s72-c/pwnage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2330974297521637997</id><published>2010-03-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T05:20:03.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I can't blog for long or at all this weekend because I'm doing my English Assignment grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I will say that I'm going to the movies with Darryl tomorrow to see Alice In Wonderland. I will be pissed if I miss the train back. We are going early so I can get back to do assignmenty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on a quick note me and Heath were discussing housing after we leave school. Originally me and Lukey were going to move in together but he wants to live in Wollongong because he plans to go to Wollongong University and I don't want to live down there for two reasons, 1. that would put me a decent time away from my own Uni, 2. I just don't want to live in Wollongong. Anyway we were discussing that she would have a key to my place and I would have a key to hers that's if we didn't live together. But she wants us to live together and so do I and she also hasn't chosen a Uni and doesn't care which one she goes to and reckons she wants to go to mine anyway if my campus holds her course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2330974297521637997?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2330974297521637997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2330974297521637997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2330974297521637997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-ramble.html' title='I ramble'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-53779979344836633</id><published>2010-03-16T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:48:04.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe a quick blog before school is in order to say that I took out my wrist piercing. It a while ago started to reject then stopped and healed and I hated the way it looked but I was going to keep it in until I got it redone which was gunna be after my angels. Anyway it got infected again so I'm over it. I'll get it redone next year sometime :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Now for everyone who kept bugging me about what the bar looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5_8bknvdAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scVrjndkeJ4/s1600-h/P0819_17-03-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5_8bknvdAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scVrjndkeJ4/s320/P0819_17-03-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449351624758621186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-53779979344836633?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/53779979344836633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercing-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/53779979344836633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/53779979344836633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/piercing-no-more.html' title='Piercing no more.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5_8bknvdAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/scVrjndkeJ4/s72-c/P0819_17-03-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-692215097732662721</id><published>2010-03-15T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:17:18.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology then English then HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love smashing me knees into my desk, which I just did -.-. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Half day today which means I only have three periods BUT... Brandstater, bitch of an Entertainment teacher is away all week so not only do I have my usual frees but I have extra ones for when my class has entertainment, which means that since I was meant to have Entertainment last today, I got mum to pick me up at the start of lunch instead, which was 11:20am. :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I have had two classes today and I'm not right now noming on some cabonara pasta mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was actually going to blog yesterday but I got home then had to take one of our rats to the vet, which ended in a tragedy since she had to be put down *mega sad cry face* and I came home and just slept. What is mainly sad about it though is that her sister, Charlie is now alone in the cage, she hasn't been alone since she was born. It kinda devastates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I wore my hair in pig-tails, I think I looked like a super cute ninja, lucky Nat didn't see me otherwise it woulda gone down. (We have this thing where I think she looks fucking adorable, because she does she has a really cute face, so she does it to me back, so if she saw me with these, I'd be fucked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-692215097732662721?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/692215097732662721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/biology-then-english-then-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/692215097732662721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/692215097732662721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/biology-then-english-then-home.html' title='Biology then English then HOME!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7636462352282189524</id><published>2010-03-13T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:56:11.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWNed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Darryl is playing Serious Sam 1 on my xbox and he is now on level 2. He was on level 1 and I got him three hidden guns, two extra lifes, four secrets and two mega secrets, three treasures and full health. Yeah I rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7636462352282189524?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7636462352282189524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/pwned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7636462352282189524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7636462352282189524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/pwned.html' title='PWNed!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8885945314062825581</id><published>2010-03-13T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:00:06.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my cbox is totally abandoned cause it's a new on and no one really blogs anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My assignment is being very kind to me and I'm almost done. Just got the application sheet to do, two more pages on the website and then the reports. Yes I did just say that I'm almost done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what I love? The fact that I am a pretty wild person and do some crazy shit sometimes. So when my mum finds something in the wrong place, like for example there were hot chips all over the lounge room, I can TOTALLY bullshit to her about why it's there or what happened and she'll completely believe me because she knows it's something I would do... even though I didn't actually. It's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm listening to Florence and the Machine right now and singing along. This morning I went driving and stopped at Heath's to give her a picture I drew that I told her about. Asked her if she wanted it cause I was planning to redraw it anyway.. it's like this Devil Girl. I drew it from another image I got from when I was working at the shop. I have it somwhere, oh there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Well I think she is hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5w0VaKpfsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rRyZyKXWlhU/s1600-h/il_430xN_91294336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5w0VaKpfsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rRyZyKXWlhU/s320/il_430xN_91294336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448287191617339074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm off to do these final two pages of my IPT assingment then possibly will blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1132425378541514665-8885945314062825581?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8885945314062825581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/14th-of-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8885945314062825581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8885945314062825581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/14th-of-march.html' title='14th of March'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5w0VaKpfsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rRyZyKXWlhU/s72-c/il_430xN_91294336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8075950409226819140</id><published>2010-03-12T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:09:28.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So waiting for Darryl cause was meant to be here at 4 and is just leaving now. It's 5. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must entertain myself some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah Baby XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5srqMvhxTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DrauS4SsodE/s1600-h/P1702_13-03-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5srqMvhxTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DrauS4SsodE/s320/P1702_13-03-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447996178209817906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8075950409226819140?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8075950409226819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8075950409226819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8075950409226819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah baby'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5srqMvhxTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DrauS4SsodE/s72-c/P1702_13-03-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2505205248800387280</id><published>2010-03-12T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:07:03.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments kill my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This IPT website is just taking the piss now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I started blogging about 2 and a half hours ago but ended up in a 3 hours phone conversation with Heath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway it is, it just will not do what it's told. Stupid little fucker. I put two images in right and they're totally fine UNTIL you put the links on one image, then all of a sudden the other image moves and it SHOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm over this assignment and just rang Darryl, he's coming over and bringing Rockband, Imma gunna sing to more songs lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yes I'm soooooo over this assignment fucks sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lump on my head is almost gone but the bruise is still getting worse. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2505205248800387280?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2505205248800387280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/assignments-kill-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2505205248800387280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2505205248800387280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/assignments-kill-my-life.html' title='Assignments kill my life'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8126895306041544975</id><published>2010-03-12T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:33:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas leak and die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So first period standing outside I6 waiting for my Biology teacher and we smell this horrible smell of rotten eggs. A couple of us say it smells like a gas leak. Find out at lunch that J block got evacuated because of a gas leak. Our noses a smart. But man we breathed that shit in. Should I be worried??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gaia made me an awesomesauce new layout. I love it so much I really do. Got full excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Must finish rest of IPT assignment. Now that today I forced my teacher to not make us write notes and explain a small part of it to me that I didn't get. Because I wanted to finish it over the weekend and get it out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a side note, I may have started a small family feud (is it fued or feud?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8126895306041544975?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8126895306041544975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gas-leak-and-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8126895306041544975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8126895306041544975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gas-leak-and-die.html' title='Gas leak and die.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5892242135451572261</id><published>2010-03-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:27:48.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I like lost my house keys around 2 weeks ago, over two weeks ago. I hadn't realised I'd lost them though until about a week ago. Anyway, at our old house if I got locked out I'd climb through the bathroom window but I'd have to pull the screen out which out bend it and shit so my mother hated and would yell at me when I would do it even when she said not to. So at this house she made it clear that I couldn't climb through a window at all, I made it clear that she could get fucked.. the screen on my bedroom window literally you pull it back and it slides out, not bending of the frame needed. Anyway, I've been climbing through it for a while now and she hasn't known because I would put it back before she got home... guess what? Today I forgot too, she got home a bit earlier than usual and I didn't go out and do it straight away so she went spastic and I told her where to stick it and now she has gone out again, dunno where but I don't really care because yes, I'm pissed. She kept telling me that if I got locked out to go to my Nan's, but umm hello, I have assignments and homework and my Nan doesn't have internet, what does she think this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School photo's today, my hair looked really good, if I don't say so myself. It just did as it's told today, they told me to take out my piercings but I didn't hehehe, so if they photoshop it that's their problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to change my blog photo again because my fringe has grown back now and my hair is longer that that photo and also a different colour so yes... change me thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mother still isn't back, so I'm guessing she is either getting me a key cut out of anger because I flatly refuse to stop climbing through my window... or she is getting me a USB from Dick Smith's which is unlikey because she needs me there, so she'll just have to go back out AGAIN! bahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5892242135451572261?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5892242135451572261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5892242135451572261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5892242135451572261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-parents.html' title='Fucking Parents.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7895927909788474028</id><published>2010-03-09T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:08:00.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised there are a few vital things I forgot to mention since I haven't been blogging in a while. I quit my job and apprenticeship. I love all the guys but it was shit and I ended up hating it, sorry but if I'm not learning anything then I'm not gunna stay at it. Jeez I'm surprised she thought I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also I broke up with Darryl on Sunday. Not because I wanted to but he needs to sort a few things out first then we'll see :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's school photos tomorrow. My first set of photos at Picton YAY! I didn't get any at all last year cause I left before WAC's and arrived after Picton's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7895927909788474028?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7895927909788474028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/woops-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7895927909788474028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7895927909788474028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/woops-3.html' title='Woops :3'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4575039123355966946</id><published>2010-03-09T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:45:30.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGG HEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right I planned to blog yesterday but my head found my pillow at about 6 so it never happened. I am seriously now going to try and blog a few times a week if not everyday, this may not be the smartest time to decided that with the assignments I've got but anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I walk into school and what happens?? Some genius threw an itchybomb at my head. An itchybomb is a hard little round ball with spikey things sticking out of it and they fall from trees. But this idiot was pegging them at Kid apparently and was WAY off and got me. All I remember was turning to look at Jonty and then BAM! Pain to the forehead. Turns out that it broke the skin aye and I've got a few cuts in the middle of this lumpy bruise just above my eye. I named him eggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;See :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5bAgoOPcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/a7DWMMLrDSE/s1600-h/P0833_10-03-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5bAgoOPcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/a7DWMMLrDSE/s320/P0833_10-03-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446752466136691442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can see it then write in my comment box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yes.. So I'm saving for Japan, there is a trip with my school for next year and I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really etc want to go. So it's gunna be hard because Supanova is right after my birthday, so  I can't buy anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a thee assignments as of this moment, English, IPT and just got a Hospitality one. English is fucked, IPT can s my d but I'm gunna do it anyway and Hospo can wait. On a better note the new The Good Wife episode is out today and imma watch it after I get some noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I'm home from school and yes I missed the bus.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1132425378541514665-4575039123355966946?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4575039123355966946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/egg-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4575039123355966946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4575039123355966946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/egg-head.html' title='EGG HEAD!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S5bAgoOPcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/a7DWMMLrDSE/s72-c/P0833_10-03-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2201388521128640928</id><published>2010-02-04T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:58:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gotta blog, I know, I will soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit aye how old is this photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2201388521128640928?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2201388521128640928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2201388521128640928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2201388521128640928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3829194822331018098</id><published>2010-01-15T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:40:35.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a shit saver.</title><content type='html'>Well I went shopping yesterday. I went to the movies with Darryl, Mum, Jess and Poss were their also but saw Avatar instead (I've already seen it.) I saw Lovely Bones, it was... interesting. That's all I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went around the shops for a bit and I was going to go into Big W to find a book Bubbles had told me about called Nightlight. It's a Twilight parody, basically taking the absolute piss out of the book I hate most, anotherwords, a must buy. But I was up in the new end of the Plaza with Darryl and saw Dymocks (a book store) so I went in there to have a look, found Nightlight, $15 then found another book that was on my list, $8 and then found the Bunny Suicides in the humour section. The only money I had with me was my xbox fund, so Darryl got them for me. What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to JB-HIFI for Darryl to get Confession and A Day To Remember or something. And I got Sanctuary Season 1 and the movie When A Stranger Calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into Jayjays to see if they had any good shirts for like ten bucks but then, i saw DOMO-KUN!!!! Wasn't gunna leave that shop without it. But it was 2 for $30 or 1 for $20. So I bought this nice hobo shirt I liked for $10 and kinda nicked the Domo shirt. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into Rubi shoes and got 4 pairs of flats. Now my xbox fund is kapoof and I gotta start all over again. I must not go shopping at all until I buy it, ffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and My phone arrived. YAY! AND GAIA GOT MY MAIL DOUBLE YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S1B3v3SjrCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gPEBZ10hj_c/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S1B3v3SjrCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gPEBZ10hj_c/s320/Picture0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426969215160790050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Darryl, lent me his Xbox until I get mine, because he's over it and doesn't want it around while his band is recording. So timing is convenient lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S1B7dDZWneI/AAAAAAAAAV4/u8zxT5mvM1Y/s1600-h/P0114_16-01-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S1B7dDZWneI/AAAAAAAAAV4/u8zxT5mvM1Y/s320/P0114_16-01-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426973290039516642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stupid photo uploaded upside down, and I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3829194822331018098?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3829194822331018098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-shit-saver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3829194822331018098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3829194822331018098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-shit-saver.html' title='I&apos;m a shit saver.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S1B3v3SjrCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gPEBZ10hj_c/s72-c/Picture0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7011439736198074539</id><published>2009-12-26T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:06:30.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giftmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I REALLY NEED A NEW BLOG LAYOUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so I spent xmas at Darryl's cause Mum was working and his Mum and Nan &lt;strike&gt;dragged&lt;/strike&gt; invited me over. No but seriously, they love me and it's awesome cause they are so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boxing day I surprised my Nanna by dropping in at hers and my Sister and Jess took her out to lunch. Jess had this chicken and mushroom crepe thing and let me try some and well let's just say I finished hers :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And today, the 27th, Mum isn't working so we had our "Christmas" today. Nanna, Popop, Grandpa, Uncle John, Mel, Dean, Benny, Peanut, Jess, Poss and Mum are all here. Someone gave Benny chocolate, and I'm telling you now, three year old child + SUGAR!! = DISASTER with a capital DISASTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I've pretty much racked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-$480&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-A weird Boo pin that my Dad sent my Grandpa for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-A Bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Devonshire Tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-A Sailor picture that Sharyn painted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Plants vs Zombies on PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Black sailor knot band from Lukey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's just from my family and work mates. I still got my friends yet hehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what Darryl got me but, he got my a red Mario Mushroom Plushie and a Luigi plushie. So excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sad that I gotta blow $410 of my money on a new phone. Which I plan to buy tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7011439736198074539?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7011439736198074539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/giftmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7011439736198074539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7011439736198074539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/giftmas.html' title='Giftmas.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1921881849908322691</id><published>2009-12-11T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:01:38.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I know, shut up I was busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy mother fuckering shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I'm not sorry cause I have a life yada yada yada...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, quick little up dates. First things first.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGRADUATEDTODAY!!!  I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;% in my English school certificate and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;% in my Computing skills. I also got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;% in Science and it escapes my how I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;% in Maths also... strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh and a bonus, they said my name right when I went on stage to get my shit. In fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; it was even better, not only did they call me MikAYla not MikARla, on Lukey's portfolio they called him Lake. I almost pissed myself, he got so upset over it.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is... I'm learning to draw, and I'm doing quite well at it if I don't say so myself. See I can't draw, never have been able too. My mother gave the amazing artistic genes to my brother and sister and I was the one that ended up being the writer, hense the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="currency_converter_text"&gt;% in English. So I'm really pleased, I drew a flower today and I put the picture up at the end if I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Xmas is coming up, I've got everyone's present, I've either bought it, watched it or received it. Meaning, it's in the mail, I'm watching it on ebay and am yet to buy it or it's finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;come in the mail. I hate Christmas, I end up broker than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Been working A-LOT lately! Got some shop anniversary/opening the new room shit thing on Monday that I apparently must go to and don't want to. And still not quite sure if I even can. I think mum's off work but I've got fucking what do you call it, prior engagements, if I go, I'm gunna have to drag Bec with me, which really isn't fair on her. And there is no way I'm telling her she can't come down this weekend cause I only see her twice a fucking year. And I know she misses me just as much as I miss her, since she tells me three times a day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and guess fucki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ng WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SyJOh5rDb5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I6pBaGAZ_2c/s1600-h/Picture0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SyJOh5rDb5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I6pBaGAZ_2c/s320/Picture0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413976046376808338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's right bitches. I'm on the road so watch the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;uck out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered the drawing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SyJQQxD90tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/exuUV0xGYHE/s1600-h/Picture0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SyJQQxD90tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/exuUV0xGYHE/s320/Picture0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413977951030858450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay maybe I think I did get a tad of the gene, cause this is without a doubt the best thing I've ever drawn. And I'm actually happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1921881849908322691?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1921881849908322691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-i-know-shut-up-i-was-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1921881849908322691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1921881849908322691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-i-know-shut-up-i-was-busy.html' title='Yeah I know, shut up I was busy.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SyJOh5rDb5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I6pBaGAZ_2c/s72-c/Picture0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-577148460661902732</id><published>2009-10-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:02:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dallas.</title><content type='html'>Youtube is a cunt, it muted the audio track like I thought it would. I promised I'd make this for Dallas so I have, and I'm posting it here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I Need - Mina Harker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f70656da9680199" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f70656da9680199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330190421%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E20B1F0F513CF0CFEC08CE0EFE927036D4C9A37.26B4B71252AF7A5D608C99D3C7E605A20EF13936%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f70656da9680199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAAH5mXTEGe0zrQ6gDBz3KAu6lyA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f70656da9680199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330190421%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E20B1F0F513CF0CFEC08CE0EFE927036D4C9A37.26B4B71252AF7A5D608C99D3C7E605A20EF13936%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f70656da9680199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAAH5mXTEGe0zrQ6gDBz3KAu6lyA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-577148460661902732?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/577148460661902732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-dallas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/577148460661902732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/577148460661902732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-dallas.html' title='For Dallas.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-288802576140342622</id><published>2009-10-04T03:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:36:03.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in-love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought I might friggen blog for once aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First is first, updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Got myself a nice lad :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm still broke as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I am now officially a piercing apprentice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm moving house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I pierced Lukey's eyebrow the other day, twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I finally replaced that perfume I accidently smashed on the bathroom floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I've found the one person that could possibly turn me gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I bought 'The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde', 'The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath' and finally got myself a copy of 'Bram Stoker's Dracula'. These are all books if you were wondering and they haven't arrived yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I got even shorter bars for my tongue now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Lukey and I didn't get our Industrials done. Next friday is the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I didn't mention if but ages ago I took out my stretcher. Now I'm doing both ears and I'm at 2mil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I took out one of my helixes so now I have 11 piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I found an amazing show called Survivors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I bought a pocket watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I bought a massive poster of the BSG Last Supper Pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I think thats about it for the updates. Now I'll explain this person who has a very good chance of turning me gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Bram Stoker's Dracula there is a Character called Mina Harker, who Dracula bites three times, but then makes her drink his blood, making her destined to become a Vampire at her death. In the book though, Mina and Jonathan (her husband) break the curse. Anyway, in many other movies, books or tv shows that the character Mina Harker has turned up in, her background has always been tweaked a little. For example, one of the best movies ever, A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, she is still a vampire and they make out that she became one from being bitten which isn't true. But there is this kinda new British show called Demons or The Last Van Hellsing, depends what country you live in. Anyway, one of the characters is called Mina Harker, but in this, she suppresses her vampiric tendencies by cleansing her blood via dialysis, as a result she is blind but also ended up with a sixth sense. It's confusing but really cool. She's played by this chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SsiFGpMHTRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mvpoc32QG38/s1600-h/mina+harker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SsiFGpMHTRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mvpoc32QG38/s320/mina+harker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388703303331171602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I loved Mina Harker from the book, but this chick the way she plays her and the fact that Mina is blind in this show (the actress isn't blind but) I was just like OMG! And I'm now in love with Mina Harker from Demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-288802576140342622?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/288802576140342622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/288802576140342622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/288802576140342622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in-love.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SsiFGpMHTRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mvpoc32QG38/s72-c/mina+harker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-367952713740729136</id><published>2009-09-04T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:36:33.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag 11 random things about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been tagged, ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I can't click my fingers, but when I do I do it with my fourth not third finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I have 12 piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I am pigeon toed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. I hate people, as in the human race and almost everyone in it, unless you make an impression on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. The closest family member too me isn't even related to me, biologically wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I use Twitter more than Bebo *gasps*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. My boss is also my piercer and one of my bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. My iPod almost always runs out of battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. I kinda have 4 step siblings, who are American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. I would love to have a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Energy drinks have no effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tag, Gaia, Sandy, Tiff and Lukey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tag 4 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-367952713740729136?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/367952713740729136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/tag-11-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/367952713740729136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/367952713740729136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/tag-11-random-things-about-me.html' title='Tag 11 random things about me.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-148608274158045677</id><published>2009-08-29T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:58:19.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMPONSSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I should blog. Been meaning to for over a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW the title is totally random. No context to it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First things first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got a new piercing, go look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=piercing.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my fringe again, &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090829_132225.jpg"&gt;LOOKY&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Pierced Paul's &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=paullip.jpg"&gt;spiderbites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Lukey's &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090826_171826.jpg"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Started to clean up my life, but not my &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" target="_blank" href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090829_193213.jpg"&gt;room&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds things second:&lt;br /&gt;The house we live in is rented, and the guy who owns it is selling it, and wants it gone fast. He has it under two real estates to be sold. So we have to find somewhere to live nearby my school. Like PIcton, Thirlmere or Tahmoor. I refuse to live in Bargo (it's a hole) I don't want to live in Tahmoor cause thats like a crater next to the hole (Bargo and Tahmoor are actually right next to each other so I'm not kidding). I wanna live in either Picton or Thirlmere, I live in Thirlmere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly:&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lukey are planning to get our Industrials next week. Luke doesn't want to get his pro and wants me to do it. But I'm getting Bubbles to do mine. So if the stuff arrives in time we'll do it on Saturday. He also wants me to repierce his eyebrow, not once but twice. And he wants me to pierce his tongue when he is 16. Bryce wants me to do his lip, but I don't think I will. And Corinne wants me to pierce her tongue. I should start charging people I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't remember the important stuff so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-148608274158045677?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/148608274158045677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamponsss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/148608274158045677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/148608274158045677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamponsss.html' title='TAMPONSSS!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3153713691441665371</id><published>2009-08-21T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:15:46.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this was yesterday not today'/><title type='text'>I'm a fucking pin cushion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/So6cS5lsY6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ku0JohTnlX4/s1600-h/piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/So6cS5lsY6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ku0JohTnlX4/s320/piercing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372403254010078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bubbles wanted to do a surface piercing since she hadn't in ages. So asked me, knowing I'd be like the only one in the shop up for it. I told my mum and she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was pinching me to separate the layer of skin I wanted to kill her it hurt LOL I don't like pinching. Then when she clamped me it didn't hurt. It took her two pushes to get it through so on the first push just as it went through it stung and then in the middle bit I didn't feel a thing and then on the way out it stung again. Wasn't anything mega. I thought it was gunna kill and I was like "omg omg omg" before. But my tongue hurt way more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giSGOG&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;kX&lt;span title="Convert this amount" class="currency_converter_link"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3153713691441665371?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3153713691441665371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fucking-pin-cushion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3153713691441665371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3153713691441665371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-fucking-pin-cushion.html' title='I&apos;m a fucking pin cushion!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/So6cS5lsY6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ku0JohTnlX4/s72-c/piercing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8934611812271389749</id><published>2009-08-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:51:15.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok I'm gunna blog and cause I'm waiting for Bubbles to pick me up and they are running late. So I figure, if I get to finish this blog at the end I'll put "FUCKOATHBALLSwhere are they!!" exactly like that, if its not at the end and my sentence just stops blah blah then that means they turned up and I just clicked post and left. Makes life more interesting this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, so far work exp is bloody amazing, really made me rethink my career choice. I want to be a piercer always have but I also wanted to go to Uni to study Psychology, BUT! I seriously don't think I'll be able to handle the work load. And I don't think I'll get a high enough UAI or marks, but thats my hopelessness shining through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UGH what shall I do, this is impossible to decide, do what I'm passionate about and take the easy road in life but don't go to Uni. Or take the difficult road and do what I'm second most passionate about, well the way I just describes that kinda makes it sound easy doesn't it? But it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to not go to Uni to kinda stick it to my mum, but thats not really a reason is it. I'm sick of hearing her say "Leah was the only one to finish Uni." She never says "Leah has been the only one to finish Uni so far" or "Leah finished Uni." It's like she had/has absolutely no hope for me. And she makes me feel like I've failed in life if I don't be like "OMG look Mikki finished Uni, now fuck off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never wanted to go, but I want to do Psychology, but I want to be a piercer, but I want things to be easy, but THIS SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still aren't here, probably bloody lost or summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Samedi right now, RIGHT NOW! Fuck I'm hungry, never noticed that. Hmm.. do I have time for food? Probably not cause as soon as I put the toast in the toaster BAM! there'll be a knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! BAM! BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to tattoo fruit today, we were meant to do it yesterday but there was two tattoos and three piercings to do for Bubbles alone, so it was cleaning, setting up and watching for us. But we finish late tonight so we'll get to do it today. I is hoping so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I got nothing else to say, might as well go watch out for them damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUCKOATHBALLSwhere are they!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8934611812271389749?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8934611812271389749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8934611812271389749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8934611812271389749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8514871634993044802</id><published>2009-08-17T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:49:25.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like omg I have 2 followers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you Tiffy darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I promised a blog didn't I. Well here it is. made it by 15 minutes. I'm watching a movie where a chick has sliced off her nipples. I was like O.O (Reflections of a Golden Eye).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work exp was bloody fucking awesome. I can't say the main awesome thing cause I will get killeded. But Gaia and Tiff know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And... NAT GOT HER FUCKING SEPTUM PIERCED! It looked so fucking rad. Course Bubbles did it and is packing it that their mum will find out. I hope she doesn't though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It suits her so much and looks so good. I was like "I wanna touch it." *giggles* and she was like staying still so I could poke it safely hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8514871634993044802?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8514871634993044802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-omg-i-have-2-followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8514871634993044802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8514871634993044802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-omg-i-have-2-followers.html' title='Like omg I have 2 followers.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-487498378744394550</id><published>2009-08-15T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:43:33.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://twitter.com/Miik13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided I'm going to blog. I've been thinking about it all day and now decided I shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reading some of my old posts and I realised that it sounds as if English isn't my first language. I type so fast that I make stupid typos and I never go back and read over my posts before I post them because, it's just a blog, not a flaming novel. But that post about my really good day I had has some shockers in it. So I think now I'll either type slower (trying that now, isn't working out) or I'll proof read before I post, which I'll get sick of very quickly ughh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lip stuff still hasn't arrived, will do this week coming. I also bought the stuff for Amy's monroe I'm doing and Paul's spider bites. He's finished soccer so the stuff should arrive after next week and then I'm doing it. Which works out great cause this week I have no school because I have work experience, with Bubbles, my piercer. Nat (her little sister who I'm friends with and go to school with) is doing it there also, so it will be well mad. We're gunna have loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, the work experience story. Six of us were doing it at hospitals, I was doing it at Bowral Hospital specifically. We found out because of the swine flu that it had to be postponed to a later date. So the careers officer at my school said that we could do something else in the allocate work experience week (this week coming) as well as doing our original hospital stuff in week 8. So that we weren't just bumming around at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I get to do 2 weeks of work exp on the two things I'm most passionate about. Piercing and Medicine. Fuck I'm so excited. I'm doing a whole revamp on my myspace atm. Hoping to get back into it cause I'm a slacker. Bebo is and always will be my first love. I also haven't been slacking on twitter at all since I got it. Lukey made me get it and I hated the idea of it, still do. But there is something so addicting and relaxing in reading other peoples thoughts and current actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The extent of it really is, post what you're doing (kinda like facebook) and thats it. You can reply to what other people say, show a specific photo and tweet about it too but all in all. You just post what you're doing. And thats the end of the excitement but I haven't been able to bring myself to delete it like I said I would. So there must be something more I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll put my twitter in the title for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and lets see how my burn is doing shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SoasVrlLoNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/R67q-xszAGQ/s1600-h/090815_223353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SoasVrlLoNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/R67q-xszAGQ/s320/090815_223353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370169094161801426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can see the scar underneath all ready. The really rough parts are the only scaby ewwy bits left. Man I hate camera's, they always leave out part of the picture. Here that would be the fact that she scar is dark purple and a lot more noticable than the pink pithy thing you see before you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying to convince Tim to start a blog or use his twitter. Which he would do very nicely at either. And he won't *cries*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I estimate another blog on Monday afternoon/evening/night. Thats my first work exp day so I'm sure I'll have much to say and blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohh and people Angel bites on me? wadda yeh think? Suit, not suit? Look good, won't look good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-487498378744394550?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/487498378744394550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/httptwittercommiik13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/487498378744394550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/487498378744394550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/httptwittercommiik13.html' title='http://twitter.com/Miik13'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SoasVrlLoNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/R67q-xszAGQ/s72-c/090815_223353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5786204945860666678</id><published>2009-08-05T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:55:12.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just lost the ball to my only 14g labret. I've bought other 14g's but they haven't arrived yet and the one I was pierced with I lost ages ago, thats why I had to wear 16g's cause they were the only ones I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm buying a new black titanium one soon, I'll buy it when I buy the stuff to pierce Paul's lip. He wants me to do his spider bites and if he wins soccer this saturday then I'm doing it sunday, is he loses then we will have to wait. We can't do it until his soccer season has ended, but if he wins on saturday his season is over, if he loses I think he has 4 more weeks of soccer baha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and I cut myself shaving the other morning right, first time I've ever done it and I not only cut me leg, I pretty much dug a hole. I have this like round gauge in my knee. PHOTO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SnqZN23PcVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WKHLiIRBRjE/s1600-h/090805_160845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SnqZN23PcVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WKHLiIRBRjE/s320/090805_160845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366770369309929810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah thats from shaving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It no joke, bled for an entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also have a massive burn down my ankle, hurts like a shiet. Had it for ages but haven't blogged and forgot to mention it, it is taking forever to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SnqZ1wLbv5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/AB4u0cvP_KY/s1600-h/090806_185125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SnqZ1wLbv5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/AB4u0cvP_KY/s320/090806_185125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366771054710341522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Steak and chips and carrots for dinner. NOM NOM. Also I in record time wrote chapter 31 and 32 for W.I.T and 32 passed 2000 words woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5786204945860666678?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5786204945860666678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-so-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5786204945860666678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5786204945860666678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-so-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m so annoyed.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SnqZN23PcVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WKHLiIRBRjE/s72-c/090805_160845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8914389389121902411</id><published>2009-08-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:41:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The really good days like these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I know I haven't blogged in a while. But to be quite honest I haven't had half a bloody chance. In the holidays I had plenty of time I suppose but there was nothing really to blog about besides Kaylee's party which... I did blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, today I woke up late... my alarm was set for 6am which annoyingly did go off at.. 6am. I concluded that I musta got up, rummaged in my bag for my phone and then turned it off and went back to bed. My mum got me up a bit later but decided to get me up a hour before school. This was very very very bad... since I had washed my hair last night I had to straighten it, have a shower, dressed, pack bag and do my morning cheerleader duties. I managed to have a shower, straighten my fringe pack my bag but I couldn't do my cheerleading duties. I was so bloody rushed that I forgot. First I had math's which I only had to endure a tiny amount of cause I was so damn late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a shit hole mood from my mother being a bitch and I thought I'd be shitty all day and be a real cow in maths but I got to school and felt okay. And today turned out to be amazing it was probably the best day I've had at Picton by far. I wouldn't have expected that judging from my mood this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next was IST, oh fun oh joy, I got my subject selection shit for next year and Luke was being a bastard and wouldn't let me long into my twitter on his phone to tell Dal some motivational things (cheerleading duties). So when I got home I found she hadn't written any, I'm in the prosess of fixing that now though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, Lunch when by, then I had Drama which was as piss ass boring as ever, not taking it next year. My teacher has a sense of humour and is young and pretty cool but she is a theory nut and drives me up the wall with her boring lessons. Next was science, at the moment it's turning out the be my favourite subject, I wanna know what mark I got on my assignment. (this assignment I did in 2 hours the morning it was due, 2 am til 4am, went to bed and couldn't sleep so I stayed up, sounds like a fail i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, science we are doing genetics, and I'm taking biology next year which I'm more and more looking forward too cause this genetics stuff I totally love. Then I had recess then english where we didn't do much and watched some more of The Truman Show. Bloody love that movie I swear. Laura linney is just so pretty. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for the bus with Amy was pretty awesome. Me tash and her had some giggles and I got J'cobbi to save me a seat since on Friday it was packed and I had to stand. She did and we spent the whole trip singing out tits out to Anastacia and laughing like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8914389389121902411?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8914389389121902411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-good-days-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8914389389121902411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8914389389121902411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-good-days-like-these.html' title='The really good days like these.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1304464050048541705</id><published>2009-07-18T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:55:47.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been meaning to I swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeellll I was going to blog after Monday night because Sharon through a surprise party for Kaylee, who turned 16 the week before. With it being a surprise party, of course she didn't know about it. Also as a result, we couldn't invite Tash because her and Kaylee don't get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SmKX3uwzNzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5BH74lCfZsc/s1600-h/8320235721a11222868521o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SmKX3uwzNzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5BH74lCfZsc/s320/8320235721a11222868521o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360013490225624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From left&lt;/span&gt; going anti clockwise:&lt;br /&gt;Emma, Kaylee, Me, Hayley, Paul and Jacc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we all got there, me and Sharon made the cake, well they were little cupcakes that turned out good and tasted mega nice. We had to leave some icing off for Luke otherwise they'd kill him and then I'd get in trouble and Sharon might even feel a tad guilty. :D I kid.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We tied streamers around our head, I had yellow, I put pink around Luke, Paul had green, Sharon had blue and someone had orange. The rest didn't get one, muahahahahahaha. Long story short we had fun running around in the dark playing games, eating HEAPS of yummy food, eating yummy cupcakes, played some pool, played GHWT. I smashed them all. Then when the boys left the girls sleptover and we just did whatever, talked ate, watched a movie, that I fell asleep through. Also I found out apparently you're not "allowed" to not like someone. See because I don't have the hots for any guys at the moment, I'm lying... yeah I know, don't say it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway, moving on from the immature people. Just found out that Gaia took out her tongue piercing and DIDN'T tell me. I will have stern words with her later. Bought some stuff from Crazy Factory and they took forever to get my money and forever to ship my stuff. Which they have now shipped and it will take forever for me to get. HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1304464050048541705?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1304464050048541705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-meaning-to-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1304464050048541705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1304464050048541705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-meaning-to-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;ve been meaning to I swear.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SmKX3uwzNzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5BH74lCfZsc/s72-c/8320235721a11222868521o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5658777017587759354</id><published>2009-07-05T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:53:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been sick for about a month now. It BITES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sick then got better for about 5 days then I got sick again and I feel horrible right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tash has the swine and my sister might have whooping cough. Lovely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I got the bars changed on my tongue, tis all good. Because of how sick I am my tongue is a bit irritated, mainly the left hole and the bump won't bloody go away. I took out my webbing because it was starting to hurt on one side cause the bars from my Venoms were pissing it off. And the scar tissue healed it in a weird shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5658777017587759354?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5658777017587759354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5658777017587759354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5658777017587759354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='SICK!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8834023278563747210</id><published>2009-06-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:33:37.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit ayeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I got up at 6am got ready for school, went to school, and did other shit, then after school had more stuff at school to do, did facepaint and makeup on little kiddies for school. Long story short I didn't get home until 12am. So I never got chance to blog. Guess I failed. Damn! It's over dudes. I didn't make it. FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8834023278563747210?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8834023278563747210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-ayeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8834023278563747210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8834023278563747210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-ayeeeeeeee.html' title='Shit ayeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8329643353154055797</id><published>2009-06-22T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:07:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Depp is on tv right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got my iam account for bmezine. Took me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow me and most of my drama class which is  a small group of girls anyway are face painting, doing hair, dressing and makeuping little kiddies for their performance night. I'm doing hair and the Thriller face paint and something backstage. LOL it will be so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going home with Tash after school and then we are coming back. I'm excited haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not friend's with Monnie anymore either. Long story but my god she needs to do some growing up and fast. This is the face paint for Tarzan that Tash was practicing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj-P46_cY0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zKqDynTBywM/s1600-h/090622_150542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj-P46_cY0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zKqDynTBywM/s320/090622_150542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350153090410242882" 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/1132425378541514665-8329643353154055797?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8329643353154055797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/johnny-depp-is-on-tv-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8329643353154055797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8329643353154055797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/johnny-depp-is-on-tv-right-now.html' title='Johnny Depp is on tv right now.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj-P46_cY0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zKqDynTBywM/s72-c/090622_150542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2401462364901579859</id><published>2009-06-21T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:00:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollennnnnnnnnnnnnn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tongue is swollen, but not the full length of the bars. We have come to the conclusion that I'm not much of a sweller. Cause none of my piercings have swelled up at all or bad. My webbing did only slightly for two days. My lip didn't. Ears didn't, helix did a tad. Tragus didn't. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj48G0hSntI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fuS_TCVhcxw/s1600-h/mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj48G0hSntI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fuS_TCVhcxw/s320/mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349779495237885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm designing a tattoo I'm going to get. It's a family kinda one, where a certain symbol represents each person and I have something written in Gaelic above it. Not saying what. But it's going to be wicked and be on the inside of my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the symbols is going to be a rose. It's going to be one out of the above. Iunno if with colour or not yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2401462364901579859?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2401462364901579859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/swollennnnnnnnnnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2401462364901579859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2401462364901579859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/swollennnnnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='Swollennnnnnnnnnnnnn!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sj48G0hSntI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fuS_TCVhcxw/s72-c/mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1728177862467722052</id><published>2009-06-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:48:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mnckfowgyrwyigrhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got my Venoms redone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tongue is pretty damn sore at the moment. The painkillers aren't doing anything and I can't take any ibuprofen until 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sitting here watching Kim Catrall getting spocked. If you'd seen 'Undiscovered Country' you'd know what I meant by that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sjzn-LH1hkI/AAAAAAAAATY/e_jIKGcX-EY/s1600-h/090620_193936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sjzn-LH1hkI/AAAAAAAAATY/e_jIKGcX-EY/s320/090620_193936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349405512732870210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my sister had a massive blow out fight. She has been pissy all day anyway so that didn't help. I had been treading on eggshells with her all day and I finally lost my temper at her. It almost got physical. Actually it did get physical. My mum literally started screaming as loud as she could and just wouldn't stop. But it wasn't one long scream it was like AHH AHH AHH. And she sounded so stupid. It really pissed me off, talk about childish. Like how old is she. I haven't spoken to my sister since. I have a lot to yell at her, not say, yell. She was like I want to talk to you. I didn't give a shit and let her talk and ignored everyword. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1728177862467722052?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1728177862467722052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/mnckfowgyrwyigrhe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1728177862467722052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1728177862467722052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/mnckfowgyrwyigrhe.html' title='mnckfowgyrwyigrhe'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sjzn-LH1hkI/AAAAAAAAATY/e_jIKGcX-EY/s72-c/090620_193936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5662726087110022259</id><published>2009-06-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:03:57.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgermagee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have like a minute to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at this photo I took. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjuaftUyQsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3lGv0QQusw/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjuaftUyQsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3lGv0QQusw/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349038851965993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venoms redone tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5662726087110022259?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5662726087110022259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/fudgermagee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5662726087110022259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5662726087110022259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/fudgermagee.html' title='Fudgermagee.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjuaftUyQsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/k3lGv0QQusw/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2868867891645765221</id><published>2009-06-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:36:46.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR&amp;@%(&amp;#%$&amp;%!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you guys noticed that when I'm on holidays my blogs are long and full of life. But when I'm at school I barely ever blog and they are short and I'm always complaining about being tired? I'm starting to see a pattern developing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo.. I couldn't consentrate in tutoring today and I was mega tired (boom boom tish) so I started drawing people. Then when my tutor saw it he thought it was funny so he put his signature on it, which pissed me off big time cause he fucking ruined it. Stupid bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjpCOUItkUI/AAAAAAAAATI/PiQdhC72VYw/s1600-h/090618_231527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjpCOUItkUI/AAAAAAAAATI/PiQdhC72VYw/s320/090618_231527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348660321146736962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ASSHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also have probably missed out on my work experience. Since Luke said he knew where the teacher I needed to see was and walked away and I called him back to ask where she was and he ignored me and kept walking away. So if I don't get to do it it's his fault and I'm so pissed off at him right now. He has been a total asshole to me lately and keeps blaming it on me saying that me getting angry at him is making him be an asshole. Jeez can't he come up with something better than that. I thought guys were meant&lt;/span&gt; to be good at bullshitting people. Oh wait, he's not a guy. He has a vadge, a LOOSE ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2868867891645765221?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2868867891645765221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/grrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2868867891645765221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2868867891645765221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR&amp;@%(&amp;#%$&amp;%!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjpCOUItkUI/AAAAAAAAATI/PiQdhC72VYw/s72-c/090618_231527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7906225926453582123</id><published>2009-06-17T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:48:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sport was called off today. I'm tired and going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjjmDn7SKRI/AAAAAAAAATA/s24u5jpSLVE/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjjmDn7SKRI/AAAAAAAAATA/s24u5jpSLVE/s320/tired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348277507434096914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7906225926453582123?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7906225926453582123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/barely-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7906225926453582123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7906225926453582123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/barely-blog.html' title='Barely a blog.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjjmDn7SKRI/AAAAAAAAATA/s24u5jpSLVE/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6738143523819861146</id><published>2009-06-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:47:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is the day I'm getting my Venoms redone. It's almost Wednesday. Not long to go. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still pissed that after all the waiting... I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeez what for a photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjeUL2JnWiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4FdrYh6lMGI/s1600-h/090614_134839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjeUL2JnWiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4FdrYh6lMGI/s320/090614_134839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906013761067554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me and Tash when we were all waiting at the train station to go home on Sunday. Look how pretty she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6738143523819861146?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6738143523819861146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6738143523819861146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6738143523819861146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-3.html' title='Saturday &lt;3'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjeUL2JnWiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4FdrYh6lMGI/s72-c/090614_134839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2991085420163154915</id><published>2009-06-15T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:34:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that was short lived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to take them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjYeWMDFtMI/AAAAAAAAASw/maTdarJUS78/s1600-h/090614_225218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjYeWMDFtMI/AAAAAAAAASw/maTdarJUS78/s320/090614_225218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347494974089180354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were dead crooked. And when my piercer saw them she flipped and demanded that I take them out so that she could redo them. Also she said one was too close to my vein and it could rupture and the other was too far forward and would cause me problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scrounging to save. I'm $20 AUD short at the moment. I have a plan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2991085420163154915?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2991085420163154915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-that-was-short-lived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2991085420163154915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2991085420163154915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-that-was-short-lived.html' title='Well that was short lived.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjYeWMDFtMI/AAAAAAAAASw/maTdarJUS78/s72-c/090614_225218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8463809504678354337</id><published>2009-06-13T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:25:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venoms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to go to Jazz U Up. Many people had warned me that they were so shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew this but still went ahead anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THEY ARE SO UNEVEN! Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjSIMQRdlyI/AAAAAAAAASg/hsVRvE4NtMs/s1600-h/090614_151317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjSIMQRdlyI/AAAAAAAAASg/hsVRvE4NtMs/s200/090614_151317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347048401703638818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjSIZH0r1ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/BPCnBsKgl0g/s1600-h/090614_151300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjSIZH0r1ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/BPCnBsKgl0g/s200/090614_151300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347048622773753234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The top one isn't that bad. But the bottom one. OMG look at it. That is just ridiculous. He has apparently been piercing for 30 years. BULL FUCKING SHIT! I don't want to get it re-done though ARH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just.. can't believe how bad they are. I'm so pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yes. It hurt. I won't lie. The first one stung like a bitch. the second one stung like a bitch. They hurt. But it throbs afterwards and then goes if you don't talk so much. Slushies help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8463809504678354337?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8463809504678354337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/venoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8463809504678354337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8463809504678354337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/venoms.html' title='Venoms!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjSIMQRdlyI/AAAAAAAAASg/hsVRvE4NtMs/s72-c/090614_151317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1559102868572387739</id><published>2009-06-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:46:44.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus H Tap Dancing Christ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think I mentioned Wicked Ink not being able to do my piercing for such and such reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GUESS WHAT!. My friend's sister can't pierce me cause she is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plans have change dramatically. In short we are gunna try to get Tahmoor Tattooist to do it without and appoinment and hopefully they know what I'll be talking about. If they can't then I'll go to campbeltown and abuse a guy who you have to book a week in advance with until he does it. Fucking hell.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY BROTHER! The photo mum took of my and Ben playing the Wii got taken off the camera and put onto my mum's comp by my bro. My mum's comp is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm gunna have to put another one up. Or put the one of the peacock in our yard up. Yep a peacock. I have a video of me and my sister following it and me and J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ess were out there for like over half and hour making sure is didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; get pumled by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjOe4i0evsI/AAAAAAAAASY/q0mAMYAoUjI/s1600-h/090613_162217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjOe4i0evsI/AAAAAAAAASY/q0mAMYAoUjI/s320/090613_162217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346791876875697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That thing was at our front door at one stage. As you can see in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heres to hoping tomorrow actually happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1559102868572387739?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1559102868572387739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-h-tap-dancing-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1559102868572387739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1559102868572387739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-h-tap-dancing-christ.html' title='Jesus H Tap Dancing Christ.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SjOe4i0evsI/AAAAAAAAASY/q0mAMYAoUjI/s72-c/090613_162217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3096134755250815699</id><published>2009-06-12T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:43:23.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still freezing them lovely tits of mine off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went and bought my new jacket today. It's the perfect size except for when i hug people it pulls at the back. And it doesn't do up to well but I don't do jackets up anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though my mother is strongly against my tongue piercing escapade, she is still willing to cook me soft foods and help me load up on them. She is even buying me some ibuprofen for the swelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There is meant to be a photo here but Blogger won't upload it and Photobucket keeps putting the photo up H-UGE even though I made it small. So I'll try to put it in later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogger is being a bitch again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. The whole tongue piercing event on Sunday hit a series of road bumps today. First I forgot to make an appointment so I jumped out of IST, borrowed Lukey's phone and rang Wicked Ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Road bump 1: The piercer, wouldn't be working that day due to a death in his family. Which is fair enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Road bump 2: They had no fucking idea when he would be back. Which is also fair enough but bloody damn for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Road bump 3: Another place I could get it done have a policy for having to be over 18 to be pierced without consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Road bump 4: We decided to not get it done in Penrith and instead get it done in Picton where my friend's sister is the piercer. So we planned to still go to Penrith for a day out or go to C-town. I checked the train times on Lukey's phone. There was all of a sudden trackwork being done on Sunday. Meaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Road bump 5: Absolutely no train transport whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm getting it done in Picton. Plan is, me Tash, Luke and Tash's boyfriend Sean go to Picton (5 minutes away from me) have lunch at whereever Luke takes me at like 11am. Then do shit until 2pm when I will get my venoms. Then Luke and I are going back to mine so do whatever. And Ima fudge his hair blue for him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3096134755250815699?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3096134755250815699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-freezing-them-lovely-tits-of-mine_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3096134755250815699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3096134755250815699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-freezing-them-lovely-tits-of-mine_12.html' title='Still freezing them lovely tits of mine off.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2473820950821069529</id><published>2009-06-11T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:41:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm freezing my tits off. Or at least I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I take the cold really well, it's just been a right hell here the last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You all know what it looked like the other day. Well this is what it felt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=freezing-rain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/freezing-rain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah that's what I thought you'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot to make an appointment for my venoms yesterday. I tried to do it tonight. I was half and hour to late they're closed. Gotta do it tomorrow at school. They better have a time when I'm there to do it or I will die. Another week of waiting. FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2473820950821069529?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2473820950821069529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/winters-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2473820950821069529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2473820950821069529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/winters-here.html' title='Winter&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/th_freezing-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6466112203277406268</id><published>2009-06-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:37:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just made it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have pretty much just under half and hour to blog until I'f failed my "self-challenge". I was so utterly knackered when I got home that I just couldn't be fucked. But I wanna go to bed so this will be brief folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had my job interview today. Think it went pretty well. What showed me promise was the fact that they were interviewing five people for three positions. So I have a chance. Fingers crossed for me please everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to walk home, and I fucking froze me bloody tits off. It was so cold and windy and I wanted to die. I couldn't feel my hands or my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh look. It's a lovely winter afternoon. This is what 4:30pm on a Wednesday afternoon looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si-2xueIvSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iG0rkDOcwvo/s1600-h/090610_162451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si-2xueIvSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iG0rkDOcwvo/s320/090610_162451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345692248116346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I'm quite honest it looks pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also I find out tomorrow if I got the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting my ID card on friday (yay venoms) and my new jacket. WARMMMMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6466112203277406268?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6466112203277406268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6466112203277406268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6466112203277406268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-made-it.html' title='Just made it.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si-2xueIvSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iG0rkDOcwvo/s72-c/090610_162451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5966399230141363025</id><published>2009-06-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:35:45.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another adverage day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm watching Corrie right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a new skin for bebo cause I got bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si4dmmy_KiI/AAAAAAAAASI/SfQl3kl1pNA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si4dmmy_KiI/AAAAAAAAASI/SfQl3kl1pNA/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242356821994018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is Kirsten Dunst always wearing overalls in her movies she did as a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow I got my job interview. And I got sport. It hasn't rained in a while so it should be on. I got laswer skirmish and I'm going to school in my skinnys so that I won't have to get changed for my interview. Wish me luck kiddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5966399230141363025?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5966399230141363025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-adverage-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5966399230141363025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5966399230141363025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-adverage-day.html' title='Another adverage day.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Si4dmmy_KiI/AAAAAAAAASI/SfQl3kl1pNA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4683599755773396290</id><published>2009-06-08T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:03:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is 16 bebbeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum made me brownies for my birthday. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SizPpgsc1FI/AAAAAAAAASA/rFveTWyRc3E/s1600-h/090608_132020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SizPpgsc1FI/AAAAAAAAASA/rFveTWyRc3E/s320/090608_132020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344875169839895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Can you spot the one with the smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Grandfather came over. I think he lied about the whole change the way I see the world part. Since he denied saying it when I asked him. Her got me this book collection. It's what the TV show True Blood is based off. Well not based off, the show follows the books to a tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And he gave me $50 AUD. My nan also gave me $50AUD. Mum gave me $200 AUD on saturday so I had money for sunday. I guess the $300 AUD was a little too much of wishful thinking. But oh well I don't mind. Poss (my sister) said she on saturday would buy me a 4 pack of cruisers. Vodka cruisers that is. She is getting me the lemon ones. Oooo. My sister is so nice to me. At times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm getting my ID on friday, stocking up on soups, soft foods, ibuprofen and panadol on saturday and then getting the ever awaited venoms on sunday. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I had pancakes for dinner, which I increasingly regretted as it got closer to dinner since all I'd had was sweet stuff all day and I wanted a fucking steak. MMMMM MEAT!!!!!! What will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-4683599755773396290?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4683599755773396290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-is-16-bebbeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4683599755773396290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4683599755773396290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-is-16-bebbeh.html' title='I is 16 bebbeh!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SizPpgsc1FI/AAAAAAAAASA/rFveTWyRc3E/s72-c/090608_132020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-524854985020441575</id><published>2009-06-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:12:34.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda sorta a birthday party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mikkis16th164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/mikkis16th164.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Jerra on the floor. Chris has the odd shoes. Morgan in the brown pants. Tash in the jeans. J'cobbi in the skirt. And me in the skinnys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had shitloads of fun today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was fucking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought some blue fudge for my hair and it's like half blue and half purple and looks wicked. I got two more scarfs. A teal one and a white one. I got a hat thingy that's red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heath gave me a $50 AUD voucher for Starfish which is a shop that sells piercing shit. So I got a new stretcher and a ball for my lip that has a green gem on it and two more 4mil balls. She also gave me a necklace that is like a heart thing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J'cobbie gave me a necklace which is this pattern thing and I love it. Luke bought me these rusty red skinnys i've been pining for for months haha. And tash was gunna get me a tongue bar but I told her that I don't know what size I'll be so she gave me money and I bought the hair fudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can't remember anything else haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had no idea the shit I had to go through to get that photo up. Blogger has been an ass lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-524854985020441575?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/524854985020441575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kinda-sorta-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/524854985020441575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/524854985020441575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kinda-sorta-birthday-party.html' title='Kinda sorta a birthday party.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo222/mikkibear13/PictureLinks/th_mikkis16th164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2151786108580570063</id><published>2009-06-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:02:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more followers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I only have one and it's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a slightly better mood this morning. Still go no patience with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get into the whole situation(s) that happened. Photo TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sin1uRn03OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5-VQBJPulI/s1600-h/090606_124303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sin1uRn03OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5-VQBJPulI/s320/090606_124303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344072608205036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Boiled eggs, ham on vitaweats and soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what happened with Luke is that I told him about tomorrow so that he wouldn't make any plans over the top of it. But he still managed to do it. And is getting his fucking hair done. I'm so pissed off with him so I told him her had to do one or the other and couldn't do both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just was on the phone to him a little while ago and made a deal with him that he'd have lunch with us, miss most of bowling and just hang with us the rest of the day. I'm not happy with it but he really wants to come and I want him too. So I compromised. I'm still mega pissed with him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as for Cara. She ran away from home and hasn't been back for three days or nights. The cops found her yesterday and took her home in cuffs last night. We sorted something out and she can still come but has no money. So for bowling she is sharing my game. I'll like bowl one go and she'll bowl the other. I don't really mind cause I suck at it anyway. And I'm buying her train ticket. But since it's a Sunday there will be no ticket supivisors so we'll just not buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-2151786108580570063?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2151786108580570063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-more-followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2151786108580570063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2151786108580570063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-more-followers.html' title='I need more followers.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sin1uRn03OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5-VQBJPulI/s72-c/090606_124303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1051585641401438881</id><published>2009-06-05T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:41:49.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHit aYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to blog about to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a shit day today. Luke really shitted me off I don't even wanna talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Cara got me half way there. I'm really crapping it at the both of them. I don't care what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is this wrigley's chewing gum ad with all the different types of foods. Iunno how to describe it. But the donut is soooooooooooooo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SikRNteF3vI/AAAAAAAAARw/GYS2RKzuyjU/s1600-h/Munkmotion_Illus_00052_LRG..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SikRNteF3vI/AAAAAAAAARw/GYS2RKzuyjU/s320/Munkmotion_Illus_00052_LRG..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343821360093585138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a cartoon drawing of him but isn't he so cuuuuuuute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1051585641401438881?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1051585641401438881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-aye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1051585641401438881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1051585641401438881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-aye.html' title='SHit aYE'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SikRNteF3vI/AAAAAAAAARw/GYS2RKzuyjU/s72-c/Munkmotion_Illus_00052_LRG..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-5266012539917314982</id><published>2009-06-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:00:50.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picton's Got Talent!!! ZOMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently they do. And from what I saw tonight. It just might be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey look I got talent. I'm a poet and I now know it. *boom boom tish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo. Tash was singing. She did real well. I think she chose the wrong song though. I liked her singing Breathe by Taylow Swift the most. And since I don't like Rihanna that didn't help haha. Oh yeah she said Take A Bow btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SifEBS9FS4I/AAAAAAAAARo/zXRaxUZRwT0/s1600-h/090604_193526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SifEBS9FS4I/AAAAAAAAARo/zXRaxUZRwT0/s320/090604_193526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343455009445333890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That chick in the photo won out of the singers. It's a fluke that the picture I take happens to be her. She is really pretty too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yeah it was good we had fun. I still feel like shit and I didn't go to school today. I also missed tutoring which really pissed me off. But the highlight of my day. Drumroll please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*hears Gaia in norway doing drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was still in bed the phone rang and me not being fucked to answer it just let it ring out. But they left a message on the answering machine. So when I got up I listened to it and it was Foodworks (the local supermarket) ringing about giving me an interview for a job. Ages ago I had put in an application and I figured they just weren't interested but it looks like they didn't need anyone else at the time and kept it for later. I was so stoked. So I rang them back and I have an interview Wednesday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-5266012539917314982?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5266012539917314982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictons-got-talent-zomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5266012539917314982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/5266012539917314982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictons-got-talent-zomg.html' title='Picton&apos;s Got Talent!!! ZOMG!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SifEBS9FS4I/AAAAAAAAARo/zXRaxUZRwT0/s72-c/090604_193526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6960114085386902386</id><published>2009-06-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:47:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Here you can all have some :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I begrudgingly decided to go to school today because I didn't want to be stuck at home all the time. So I went, missed English, thank god, Macbeth can die. Had science and found out Tash was away. Then I had History and my teacher is a 5ft1" cow that needs to be horsewhipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum picked me up early since it was once again, raining. What a shocker, and sport for me wouldn't be on and I wasn't planing to run around in a field shooting people anyway. We went to woolies and picked up some stuff. I got a kinder egg and some rolos which are in the fridge. The kinder egg is in my tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiXxcg8BzvI/AAAAAAAAARY/Qp7AwES8IPM/s1600-h/090603_124131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiXxcg8BzvI/AAAAAAAAARY/Qp7AwES8IPM/s320/090603_124131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342942005125304050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 days until my birthday. I'm already over it too. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6960114085386902386?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6960114085386902386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/germies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6960114085386902386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6960114085386902386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/germies.html' title='Germies!!!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiXxcg8BzvI/AAAAAAAAARY/Qp7AwES8IPM/s72-c/090603_124131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1086614313709386061</id><published>2009-05-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:27:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh oh it's the "Queen's" birthday is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sick. And it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiUoDsbinOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zGSwu32lT9U/s1600-h/090602_230748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiUoDsbinOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zGSwu32lT9U/s320/090602_230748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342720576876354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been sick, as in cold fluy kinda sick for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided, since I've been neglecting my blog a lot lately (compared to how much I use to post at least) that I'm gunna take a page out of Gaia's book and try that one post/picture a day thing. Until the end of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said TRY! I'm pretty sure I'm gunna fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is this song that I heard on an ad for Sex and the City. The ad advertising the final season and they themed it very sadly. The song is such a sad song, just the tune and everything. And I finally found the name of it and the band only to find out that the song isn't actually out yet. I am not best-pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPcGhCExE5M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found the ad on youtube. Amazingly. Link is above. I haven't worked out yet how to put vids from yout.. oh shit wait. Oh my god I'm stupid I think I just realised how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPcGhCExE5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPcGhCExE5M&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did that work? we'll see.&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/1132425378541514665-1086614313709386061?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1086614313709386061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-oh-its-queens-birthday-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1086614313709386061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1086614313709386061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-oh-its-queens-birthday-is-it.html' title='Oh oh it&apos;s the &quot;Queen&apos;s&quot; birthday is it?'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SiUoDsbinOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zGSwu32lT9U/s72-c/090602_230748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7876619902970224849</id><published>2009-05-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:43:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister is shit ass scared of spiders right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not just scared but she actually has Arachnophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I waws saying goodbye to her and saw a huntsman behind her. I told her to move and she shat herself. And when I got rid of it I saw that she was out standing near the letter box. It was so funny I couldn't stop laughing. And I know I shouldn't and usually get in trouble for doing so but omg she was so far away that I was pissing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and I hooked Jess to Sanctuary, starring the sexy Amanda Tapping, with brown hair and a pommy accent. (She is blonde and has a canadian accent, even though she was born in essex.) Poss isn't too sure yet cause she isn't into that monstery kinda stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7876619902970224849?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7876619902970224849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7876619902970224849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7876619902970224849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-days.html' title='9 days'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2509643195240722426</id><published>2009-05-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:11:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeeeeeeeeeeseburrrrrger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a cheeseburger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made my mummy get me one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been craving it for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would put a picture up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it didn't last that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I picked bowling for sport at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found out the bitches were in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shat myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lied like a cow to get out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Successfully switched sports to Laser Skirmish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one is none the wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2509643195240722426?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2509643195240722426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheeeeeeeeeeeeseburrrrrger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2509643195240722426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2509643195240722426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheeeeeeeeeeeeseburrrrrger.html' title='Cheeeeeeeeeeeeseburrrrrger!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8320208714928036023</id><published>2009-05-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:19:32.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until my 16th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone is like "so what are you doing?" or "so when is your sweet sixteenth?" and they are all shocked when I say I'm not having one. I can't stand them and I don't like parties, especially birthday parties. I hate people singing happy birthday to me. Really I do. Iunno why but I just don't like it. I don't even want an 18th or a 21st. For my 18th I just wanna get drunk with my mates in my backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;So for my 16th I planned to go Paintballing. My sister was gunna like sort it out. Not gunna happen. It's really expensive. So I couldn't have many people come. I wanted Heath, Morgan, Lukey, Bec, Cara and Jerra to go, mainly. If they all came my mum would tell me that they'd all have to pay for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mum said if I didn't go Paintballing then I'd get more money for my birthday from her. And I wanted to know how much, just interest and she said $300 which is a lot. Cause Paintballing is $70 a head for 400 paintballs. So if I don't go. I'd get $300 from my mum and probably end up going to Mac Sq with a bunch of people or summat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big thing is though. Cara, Jerra, Morgan, Lukey, Heath and Bec are ALL younger than me. Heath and Lukey are 16 in Feb 2010, Cara is 16 in August 09, Jerra is 16 in July 09 and Bec and Morgan are 16 in Jan 2010. So we'd have to lie and say they were 16. Which we might not be able to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about it. And since we only have 17 days to organise it, lie about all my mate's ages, and sell my liver to pay for it. I think I'm gunna decide not to and go next year instead. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-8320208714928036023?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8320208714928036023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8320208714928036023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8320208714928036023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-days.html' title='17 days.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8872616756785391320</id><published>2009-05-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:53:26.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, sleeping on the lounge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right and you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Because there is a flipping mouse in my bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have a problem with mice. I just don't like the thought of one finding it's way into my bed while I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was sitting at my desk, blubbering over Laura's death scene when I heard this noise from my dressing table. It was like a scratching noise. We constantly hear mice in the walls of the house, but this was coming from IN my room. My draws were slightly open so I put on one of my school shoes and kicked both the draws shut at the same time. Problem solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah not really.. I migrated from my desk to my bed, along with my computer because I was watching a video on youtube and then planned to go to bed. Then a few minutes later I saw this cute little grey thing, run from my dressing table to behind my desk. Problem not solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke my mum up at told her and she said she couldn't do anything about it because she needed sleep for work which she got up in a few hours for (it's 2.31am at the moment). So i ventured back into my room, grabbed my computer and dumped it on the comfy lounge I'm not meant to sit on (ironic huh?). Then I went and got my pillows and quilt, dumped them on here and then plugged my computer in. So now i'm sitting here, all nice and snuggly and comfy, blogging about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would have taken a picture of the mouse but it moved too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gaia I'm stealing Sokrates to help me catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other side of the coin this week. I have enemies, of course it's the skanks. What? You're surprised? I'm not. Though I was kinda sorta friends with them at first. Being the new kid I wasn't hated by anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But here's how it happened. I was on the bus, on my way home, I think this was Wednesday, and this girl Laura and her friend Beccy had gotten all hyper and were annoying Kaylee who was sitting in front of them. When Joey got off I sat next to Kaylee and they tried to get away with annoying me. First by poking me (apparently it was failed attempts at a wet willy), then one of them hit me in the back of the head three times. I wasn't impressed by then since I'd had a bit of a headache since Lunch. But surfice to say, I ignored them. Until... one of them, Laura I think it was, pulled (or she says she flicked) my hair, and it caught on my stretcher. It had been catching on it all day so I had been delicately untangling it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when it caught it pulled it out of the hole. Now it being a stretcher it had O-rings on it. Gaia you would know how tight the O-rings used on stretchers are. So when it pulled out and the only thing stopping the O-ring at the back was my ear lobe, it hurt like a bitch. So I turned around and told them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the shits after that and when I got home I wrote on my msn a warning that the next person to pulled my hair and rip out my stretcher was to lose and eye. (Yeah this was dumb thing I did, shouldn't have but it was done.) I calmed down after that and forgot all about it being there. Later when I got back on. A friend asked me about it and I remembered I had to get rid of it but I forgot again. Then way later Laura asked me about it and I remembered it was there and was like "Oh shit." So I just said that I had the shits but was over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the next day she made a comment about it to me when Bailey pushed her into me while mucking around. So when I got home I had it out with her and a fight started. And since at Picton you got the whole "who fight with my friends you fight with me" shit going. I have a group of haters. Which is so much fun. One of my friends Rachel said that she can't be friends with me because Laura is like a sister and if I'm fighting with Laura then I'm fighting with her. To be honest is was the least nasty "I'm not your friend now" comment I'd gotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But some of Laura's friends still want to be my friend and not follow her tirade. Like Bailey. And some others. Skye also is the type to stay outta peoples fights so she is still mates with me aswell. Sharon, my friend, was surprised by Rachel since they are friends and Rachel and Skye are best mates but they've been having problems lately over Skye's boyfriend (not how it sounds).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But oh well. I'll live. It's difficult though with Luke, because he hangs with Bailey, Michaila, Paul and Lucy. Which is fine, but they all sit in the same area as the skanks I hate so I don't go near him. Though Joey and Beccy (two of the skanks) told Bryce (this year 8er that we stole) to piss off when he was making everyone laugh. So now Luke hates them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bryce is a cutie. And he got his long hair cut like an emo, even though he's blonde. So it's sweet LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8872616756785391320?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8872616756785391320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-am-sleeping-on-lounge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8872616756785391320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8872616756785391320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-am-sleeping-on-lounge.html' title='Here I am, sleeping on the lounge...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3415205479627089776</id><published>2009-05-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:07:31.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be in school for the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;*fails science and english exams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to do so badly this year and I'm already starting too. It's tragic. I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my science exam though, some dude's phone was going off and we have to leave our bags at the back of the hall and I was sitting up the back so me and the others who were near the bags could hear it, but no one else could. And the ring tone the guy had was from this beer ad. I don't know if you guys know it I'll find it on youtube and put a link up. Hang on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are actually two different versions of the same ad like different things a said and shit so watch both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Longer version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjn__uHXb0c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shorter version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldaL7ooq5MA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One version is a bit longer. Like a few seconds really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if you listen to it you'll understand why us juvinile teenagers were pissing ourselves laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway yesterday was Mother's day. I went to see the new Star Trek movie with my Mum and brother. My brother livesi n Blacktown so we went to the Hoyts (cinema) in Blacktown shopping center. When we bought our tickets we found out we were in Cinema 5. I mention this because Cinema 5 in this particular Hoyts theatre is the home of the biggest movie screen in the southern hemisphere. *snickers* and I got to watch the Star Trek movie on it. It was amazing and the screen was huge, tried to get a photo but not all of it would fit in my phone, and we were like right up the back. Best I got was this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SggdRkQ7J_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TjjcCblPpeg/s1600-h/090510_155332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SggdRkQ7J_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TjjcCblPpeg/s320/090510_155332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334545946249996274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't even look that big in the photo but it was enormous. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look it's a motorway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sggd2tudO0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uvvJ6kM9JIE/s1600-h/090510_144147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sggd2tudO0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uvvJ6kM9JIE/s320/090510_144147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334546584444943170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This bit is new it looks like the weevy thing of highways in America but that is only a bit of it, the bit before was like ten million snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look, this is the parking lot in  blacktown that we... parked in. Blacktown is what you would call, a dingy shit hole of a town/suburb. Full of hoodlams. God how I love it. I'm from a place very similir to Blacktown, only difference is that, where I was from, you hear gunshots at night... coming from you're next door neighbour's yard. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But see the K-Mart, that was there like before my brother was born, slight exaggeration, but at least before my sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SgghL9kdehI/AAAAAAAAARA/LRy5teuoCe8/s1600-h/090510_153445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SgghL9kdehI/AAAAAAAAARA/LRy5teuoCe8/s320/090510_153445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334550248010119698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;K-Mart is the building along the right. Look at the people. Don't you just want a paintball gun right about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more photo. This is the slushie I got. I can't work out if the Greater Union ones are bigger or these, because the GU ones are heaps tall but these were H-UGE!!! Don't let the photo fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SggiKdEaBgI/AAAAAAAAARI/nDAicH02GzE/s1600-h/090510_154617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SggiKdEaBgI/AAAAAAAAARI/nDAicH02GzE/s320/090510_154617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551321617499650" 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/1132425378541514665-3415205479627089776?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3415205479627089776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-be-in-school-for-rest-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3415205479627089776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3415205479627089776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-be-in-school-for-rest-of-my.html' title='I&apos;m going to be in school for the rest of my life.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SggdRkQ7J_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TjjcCblPpeg/s72-c/090510_155332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2002307690653612937</id><published>2009-05-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:09:16.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really don't. I'm actually starting to hate doing it because I just don't have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And because I don't have the time I miss out on saying things that I want to. I'm really quite pissed off at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is Mother's Day, I gave my mum flowers yesterday, Iris's and Pink Roses, they were so expensive and I don't know why. I also bought a CBR for my tragus but it's so tiny that I can't get it open and the ball off and such. So I've decided that today I'm going to take it back and see if they'll let me swap it for a stretcher since I have to get on with that. I haven't worn the CBR and it's clean and I found scratches on it when I got it which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are picking up my nanna and cake for Mother's Day today, because tomorrow me and mum are going to see the new Star Trek movie, with my brother. Then going to his for dinner. What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I took the day off school to go visit WAC and say hi to people. Mrs Gregory, the bitch, saw me and goes "Oh you thought you'd come and show off your dark eyeliner and lip piercing did ya?" She seriously said that. And we were all :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so fucking pissed off at her, I didn't even know what to say to her and all my friends were like wtf? The stupid bitch mustn't get out much since I wear my make up like that ALL THE FUCK-FUCKING TIME and that since I do actually have my lip pierced I tend to actually wear jewelery in it. What a shocker. Everyone at that school has seen me outside of school so what is her FUCKING problem. AHHHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK STUPID BITCH UGLY WHORE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant/meltdown over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just really it got to me and is still pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the flip side it was brilliant to see them all and people kept commenting on my hair which got old fast. Heath pretty much tackled me which really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe my Nanna $34 and Luke $15 since I haven't paid him for that Jacket he gave me yet. I haven't forgotten I'm just mega broke. I'm hungry. I needa dry and straighten my hair and get dressed. My mum is still asleep so I can't do shit yet.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-2002307690653612937?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2002307690653612937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-wanna-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2002307690653612937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2002307690653612937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-wanna-blog.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna blog.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8476103908262739869</id><published>2009-05-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:47:56.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*giggles* Guess what I did.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though before I get into that I think I should talk about my first day at Picton. I told Gaia all about it but I never blogged, which is just bad of me... punishment is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywho.. It was good. Saw people I knew, met new people yadda yadda yadda. Luke's girlfriend gave me mega dirties the second she laid eyes on me. She is the real jealous type but apparently is fridget as too. So he says. And she's shy... what's that about. Anyway, apparently she doesn't hate me, that's just how her face falls. Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed Maths which is like Mrs Austin all over again, you can imagine I'm not impressed. And I had Drama, the teacher is cool, but we are doing Comedia dell' Arte which I did like end of last year. It was lame and boring and not fun and I don't particularly (I had to google how to spell that) enjoy doing the whole over acting sherazz shit. And there are no boys in my Drama class. Do you know how un-fun and shit that is. At WAC there were less girls than boys in Drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm the only girl in IST. Which is also the only class Luke is in with me. The school is that big that they give us maps and there are that many people that for Maths, English, Science, Geography, History and P.E that they don't just have the smart and dumb class for each like at WAC, they have classes 1, 2 ,3 ,4 AND a, b ,c ,d for EACH one. And all of them are like full.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I get to do bowling for sport. 1.1 be jealous bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, onto what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sf1Ld1c-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Iy1dG075tg/s1600-h/Picture0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sf1Ld1c-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Iy1dG075tg/s320/Picture0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500509813430802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, that's right. I pierced my webbing. And yes I did it myself. It's perfectly straight and it's not too shallow.  It didn't hurt, it's a bit swollen as you can see and it's only sore if I try to stretch my tongue too far. It's got a high rejection rate and apparently they don't last that long which is a shame. But I will hopefull have mine for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8476103908262739869?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8476103908262739869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/swollen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8476103908262739869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8476103908262739869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/swollen.html' title='Swollen'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sf1Ld1c-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Iy1dG075tg/s72-c/Picture0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3314223001455618408</id><published>2009-04-27T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:04:17.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair people hair Nixxy'/><title type='text'>New Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felt like blogging strangely enough. I'm absolutely-fucking-knackered. I was up all night talking to Gaia and then I just instead of sleeping, just went off to get dressed and walk up the street early to my hair appointment.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my delight and surprise. Nixxy was there, I didn't know that she was working at Attitude for the Hair Dressing apprenticeship but I was happy. I talked to her for ages until we realised that the hair dresser Suzie, didn't know I was here to get my hair done. Hurr hurr.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have STUBORN FUCKING HAIR!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for FOUR!!! hours. FOUR!! because my hair just wouldn't bleach. They bleach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed it twice and toned it three times. It took for ever and I only got home like an hour ago. Went and took some pics, ate, cause I picked up some wedges on the way home. Bleh bleh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel a bit ill tbh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum has a fit, will make my day. I'm oh so oh so so so oh so tired. And my mates from WAC are just starting to log onto msn, since school finished 20 minutes ago for them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hair:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfaNd6jkF7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rKVOyufx16c/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfaNd6jkF7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rKVOyufx16c/s400/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329602754113705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfaOB73wU9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-qNht2u29n8/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfaOB73wU9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-qNht2u29n8/s320/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603372942119890" 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/1132425378541514665-3314223001455618408?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3314223001455618408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3314223001455618408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3314223001455618408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hair.html' title='New Hair!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfaNd6jkF7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rKVOyufx16c/s72-c/DSC00814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8638158172196408909</id><published>2009-04-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:02:33.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vbhjkoiuytrerdfghjk'/><title type='text'>Winter is fast approaching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;That it is.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite tired last night, so I didn't go to sleep and then when I finally was tired, I was so immersed in what I was doing that I didn't want to stop. I made a group on bebo and I was kinda accepting people and sorting it out and putting up the photos people wanted. I put up two new photos on dA and I have three more followers already. Like shit, they musta liked 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 10am here and tomorrow I get the new hair. I'm bleaching most of my fringe and putting fudge in it, but I might leave it a while without the fudge cause I think I'll like it to be blonde for a bit yeh know, just incase it does stain and when it's washed out it's this horrible colour.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I start school on Wednesday, WAC went back today, haha poor bastards. I'm bored and a bit over tired at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke came over Sunday and we were meant to be watching BSG and we got like two episodes in before we could help but stuff around like idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New layout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfT12EfdkwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L7oBImW3I3U/s1600-h/layout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfT12EfdkwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L7oBImW3I3U/s320/layout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329154568353583874" 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/1132425378541514665-8638158172196408909?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8638158172196408909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-is-fast-approaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8638158172196408909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8638158172196408909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-is-fast-approaching.html' title='Winter is fast approaching.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfT12EfdkwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L7oBImW3I3U/s72-c/layout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6352935570793999871</id><published>2009-04-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:35:52.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so much stuff that I can&apos;t even remember what to put in'/><title type='text'>MvA 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suppose I should blog. Since I went out yesterday, and got school stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I got my shoes, bag and 4 singlet tops and 4 pairs of socks. I have heaps of singlet tops but I needed white ones and I have none. And I need to wear one under my top for school and they don't mind you doing it as long as it's a colour that doesn't full show through the top. So I got white ones since I'll be getting a white top next year for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; year 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The socks, I am weird when it comes to undies and socks and bras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I like have a draw full of them, but all the socks are old and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ve holes in them, all the undies are too small, and all the bras are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too small. The ones I wear never go in that draw, so I think I'll have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; clean it out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfAgmHOpBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4HLxQXKJZb4/s1600-h/090423_173157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfAgmHOpBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4HLxQXKJZb4/s320/090423_173157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327794198326871810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture colour has gone a bit weird. I had to brighten it so you could see the pattern on my bag. It's Plaid :D. And it's all black it's not blue like it looks. I got my singlet tops from Jayjays and the socks are in a bag in that bag, cause I got them from the sock lady. It's this stall near Lowes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my shoes :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfAnrulRcHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hakgIAb_usM/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfAnrulRcHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hakgIAb_usM/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327801991371518066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They look not black butt hey are completely black and the pattern is white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me Morgan and Jerra went to see Monsters vs Aliens. It was soo much fun. And it was in 3D. Cara was meant to come so Iw as waiting for her and missed the first ten minutes of the film. She never showed so she in the shit with me at the moment. Me and Morgan also bought her her ticket so she owes me ten bucks and I WILL get it. Anyway when I went in, Morgan had previously txted me and told me that he was down the front, biggest problem was. I COULDN'T SEE 2FT IN FRONT OF ME. Literally the only thing I could see was the screen I was blind as. So I clumsily made my way down the stairs and I still co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uldn't see so I was standing for a bit and I realised I might have been blocking peoples view so I sat down in the nearest seat and in the meantime was trying to get my eyes to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they had a bit I started looking around again and saw someone on the same row as me but heaps further over and I figured it was Morgan since the shape of the hair was about right. So I went over and it was him, found out that Jeremy wasn't with him. *sighs*. So I looked around knowing that Jeremy had come in here ages ago and we saw someone up the top that looked like him. So we rang his mobile and watched the person to see if they reached into their pocket. Sure enough they did and I went and got him. He was li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ke "I thought that was you coming towards me but I wasn't sure." And I'm like "It's her hair dude, always the hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, on Monday, might have been Tuesday. Pretty sure it was Monday but anyway. Jess, Leah and... Korie. Were here... yay... Anyway.. we went to see Knowing and went to the English lollie shop. I got a massive back of gummy bears, a big lollie pop that I dropped and is now in many pieces, some caramel fudge and a medium sized gobstopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfCHcp-AL6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-Kybg5fQbXg/s1600-h/090423_163910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfCHcp-AL6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-Kybg5fQbXg/s320/090423_163910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327907285551296418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW that "medium" sized gob stopper is about the size of a tennis ball. And I've already eaten the fudge and gummy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday me and Lukey are getting up at some insane hour to go to the ANZAC day service. My school, excuse me... old school. Marches in it and they meet behind Picton Hotel at 6:30am. So we are going to say hello to the few that go, and I know Britt will be there so I'll be like YAY!! and then we'll walk up to the memorial for the service. After he's coming back to mine and we are BSGing all day since it's been a while since we last did and he is itching to see the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But also we are swapping phones. His girlfriend has this stupidly high number of free calls to an Optus mobile. Me and Lukey are both on Optus but because he has an iPhone, and the iPhone doesn't work with normal pre-paid plans. So since I'm on pre-pay he asked if he could use my phone (and sim, so he would be using my number as well) so that she could use her free time and then we'd swap back. He said a week tops and I told him that I would as long as he didn't break my phone, kill my phone or damage it in any way shape or form. And I said he couldn't drop it either. Since I just got it and it's the last I plan to get for a while. So I gotta tell all the people who mainly call me and txt me that I'll be using his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I can't stand iPhones, the act of actually not actively pressing buttons to do something irritates me. But I hope to get it back on Wednesday or before that that I can have it back before or on the day of school. We'll see. Anyway it's 4:34 am and I have to get up at 10 to go to Penrith to abuse centerlink and then go bowling with family and then go to my sister's for dinner. yay... I'm so hungry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6352935570793999871?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6352935570793999871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/mva-3d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6352935570793999871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6352935570793999871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/mva-3d.html' title='MvA 3D'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SfAgmHOpBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4HLxQXKJZb4/s72-c/090423_173157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1486014296973316264</id><published>2009-04-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:08:54.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lip stuff tongue piercing SATC making me jump Lukey&apos;s jacket. lolly gobble bliss bombs'/><title type='text'>I know I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while and I tend to blog quite a bit as you know. It's been over a week. And even when I managed to blog last that was like pulling tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;th. So I thought I might. Then I kinda put it off for two days.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went out with Jerra and Lukey on Wednesday. Got some new things for my lip. I didn't get a new ring I just got two spikes to put on my horse shoe and I got a striped cone and a 4mil ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sem6MVk6FXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0JJm0zQ3EQ/s1600-h/090418_003020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sem6MVk6FXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0JJm0zQ3EQ/s320/090418_003020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325992755455464818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also cause I'm stretching my ear I was going to buy a 2mil fish hook. But I kinda decided not too cause I wasn't sure if I still wanted to stretch my ear. Thing is I am sure I want to and I plan too. I just had a little "think-bout-my-future-regrets" moment. So next time I go out to anywhere that I can get one I'm gunna. Except the next time I go out will be with Mum, Jess and Leah. So I'll have to ditch 'em some how.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lukey wanted to buy a new jacket so I bought his old one off him since I needed a new one as well and didn't have the money to buy one myself. Not with me at the time anyway. And I wanted one that wasn't black cause I'm constantly wearing my black skinnies and I just look way to much like I'm going to a funeral. I like wearing black clothes but I don't like looking fully black. and this jumper is white with this weird black pattern on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sem-2Axd0UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwLObuBr_Do/s1600-h/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sem-2Axd0UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwLObuBr_Do/s320/Picture0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325997869472010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a photo of his new one but it's a photo of us and he is wearing my sunnies. Speaking of my sunnies, he still has them, because when I got off the train he stayed on with Jerra so he could go see his girlfriend, and as he was wearing them I forgot to get them back off him. Hmmm... I feel so nervous at the fact he has them, cause he is nortorious for breaking my stuff, accidently or  otherwise. Or at least helping me break my own things... ergo my iPod.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The phone is going okay at the moment. I am outta credit which is just plain irritating, told Mum that I at least needed some for before school started. And I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ant my jumper before school starts too. Cause I wear that over my sports uniform and the first day back is sports day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm eating Lolly Gobble Bliss Bombs. They are basically caramel popcorn. But they are nice and apparently been around since my mum was a teenager which is a bloody long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so bored. I wanna go out like all the time. I just feel so active and wanna do stuff with mates. I put all the things I was writing on hiatus cause I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so busy, and now when I do have a little bit of time. I can't sit around long enough to start something, let alone finish it. It's so annoying. But I keep watching FNP which is now known as SNP. It's a british show that is very very funny and I love. But I have to save some I haven't seen for when I get my tongue pierced. Cause I decided that when I feel like shit after I get it done. I'm going to watch a lot of it. But I really need to get writing, but I just can't.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and I watched the last episode of Sex and the City. And Carrie like comes back from Paris, and Miranda sees her first and SC-REAMS her heard off, and all the others look and see her and then SC-REAM their heads off. But because I wasn't look at the screen at the time. I kinda shat myself. It  really scared the utter shit out of me, there is a Mikki head sized dent in my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SenCO9Nu0rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/--BIZOvmIgE/s1600-h/SATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SenCO9Nu0rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/--BIZOvmIgE/s320/SATC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326001596548436658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it, cause Miranda's face, is really really funny. That's the red haired chick. I paused and screenshotted it at such a mean time, but after seeing it I couldn't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1486014296973316264?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1486014296973316264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1486014296973316264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1486014296973316264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sem6MVk6FXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0JJm0zQ3EQ/s72-c/090418_003020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2515323549277772075</id><published>2009-04-07T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:10:21.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Catrall sex and the city picton holidays easter last day of school'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I better blog since it was my last day of school yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been in the mood at all and I'm still not but I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last time I saw Monnie was Tuesday because she had to go to Sydney on Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She almost cried and I told her she was a dead woman if she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway yesterday I was in a really fowl mood. Stuff happened Wednesday night and then more stuff and then some of it dragged over to Thursday morning. Morgan wouldn't leave me alone he kept asking me for a hug and I told him no and then before Drama he just came up and tried to hug me and I cracked the shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't pull myself out of my bad mood as hard as I tried. Then we had Drama and that kinda did the trick with this monster game we played. It was fucking funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway we have double Drama but it was split by lunch. So when we had lunch me, Morgan, Nick and Heath were mucking around in the music room. We took photos and shizz. On Tuesday me and Morgan and then Me and Monnie took photos and on Wednesday Me Court and Cara took photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gunna put them all in a Photobucket album. I'll put the link up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway after Drama we had Science and our year is split in two. So I was about to go off to Flynn and I turned around and saw Cara. And so I went back and I was like dude come here a sec. And she started balling her eyes out and I'm like aw jeez. So I hugged her, dealt with that and went to Science. A bit through Science I went out to see the teachers, I had asked Doc Eaton before hand if I could and he said he had no problem with it. I saw Mrs Croger, Mr Powter, Mr Hicks, Mrs Austin and Mrs Taylor. Mrs Taylor hugged me, cause she's awesome. And since she is the other Science teacher I told her I was gunna interupt her class for a moment. Cara started crying again which started me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said bye to Court, Shay, Morgan, Nick, Chris, Sandy and all the others. And I got plenty of hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cara then started crying again which made me start. I went back to my class after that. Then we all packed up and went outside to wait for the bell where I said bye to everyone. Including Britt and Heath and Bonnie. Britt started to cry and Heath said she wouldn't cause she knew I hated it. What I forgot to mention was just before I went to see the other class and teachers Heath gave me a necklace. She just grabbed my hand, put it in there, said it was a bit corny, closed my hand and gave it back to me and I'm like "Will you shoot me if I look?" Cause she gets all weird, iunno why and she said maybe so I just looked. I was like naww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't take a photo cause my phone is dead and charging, my camera is dead and needs charging and I can't be fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway after school was done I saw Mrs G and then Mr G. And apparently, Mrs G didn't know that it was definite that I was leaving. So she had no idea and was less than pleased. But she did the usual like wished me well. And then hugged me. You can imagine my face right now right? She's hugged me before but this was just... odd. And long, it was a long hug too, from a teacher. It was just... odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then I saw Mr G and got on the bus, went home and blah blah blah. Now it's Good Friday, and when I woke up (at the time hoping to have a relaxing day) I heard voices and realised my sister and Jess were here. You can imagine my face again right? Well we had heaps of fun and fish for dinner like you're meant to on Good Friday. to be honest technically it's Easter Saturday. I am now on two weeks hoildays 'til I start at Picton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like Ovaltine and I'm ashamed to say that I have a new TV addiction. And it's not the fact that I'm addicted to a new TV show that I'm ashamed of. It's the TV show that's shameful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've become addicted to Sex and the City, but only for one reason. Kim Catrall. She pretty much makes me laugh my ass off and is soooooooooooooooo beautiful. And a plus, she was born in Liverpool so that just makes her awesomer. For some strange reason my mum thinks Sarah Jessica Parker is really ugly. And I thought she was fairly pretty and her eyes are amazing. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I've been up late laughing to king high at Alan Carr and Justin Lee Colins so I think I should go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2515323549277772075?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2515323549277772075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2515323549277772075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2515323549277772075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2248981939487122360</id><published>2009-04-05T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:36:47.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone phone number school fourth last day'/><title type='text'>My reputation is in tatters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well got my new phone today. I was meant to get up at 6:30, and because daylight savings started today, the clocks got put back an hour. Yeah you can just see that this isn't ending well can't yeh? Well I was dead tired so when my alarm went off I must'ave turned it off and gone back to sleep, because when I did wake up, I didn't remember doing anything like that. But it was the only explanation as to why my alarm didn't go off. And no, it wasn't set at the wrong time, I made sure that it was correct. Where daylight savings fucks with me is later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting ready blah blah, like moving really fast cause I was late. All I knew was that my mum opened my door, she was all dressed and ready, and said "Do you know what time it is?" and I'm like aww shit and said "I don't wanna know." And just went to it. So at one stage I took a quick glance at my phone (the phone I've been using since my other one died.) And it said 8:30, we were meant to leave at 8 so I was like *curses*. Little did I realise that the time on that phone hadn't actually been changed. So it was really 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I finally finish getting ready and go out to the lounge room where mum is and she is like not pissed at me like I expected. And I can't remember what I said or what she said but the short of it is. The entire time I'm running around thinking I'm late and it turns out it's 5 to 8. Which means I was right now time. Surfice to say that if I actually didn't move that fast I wouldn't have made it. But I thought I was running late and I made it. And that is why my reputation is in tatters. Because I'm always late for everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got me phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdicBlHVTrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2qR4lcIIfsY/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdicBlHVTrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2qR4lcIIfsY/s320/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321174510694911666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It looks a lot prettier in person trust me. It's so nice looking a bit kiddy but meh. The battery life is complete bollocks and charging is something I always forget to do. My computer, iPod, DS and phone always die before I realise they need charging. This doesn't last long either. I also, painstakingly got a new number because my old one was in my father's name, which means I was pretty much powerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really didn't want a new number but I got one and I'm still shitty about it. But my phone is okay I spose. But I'm sure you will here tonnes of complaining about it later. I also need to buy a SD card for it since they don't come with one. And the memory isn't too flash on it's own either, but I haven't had any problems with that as of yet. Took me 2 almost 3 hours to put all my contacts back into my phone. I'm not on Vodafone anymore. Hello Optus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, tomorrow is my fourth last day of school at WAC ever!! Are you proud of me Gaia?? I didn't back down too peer pressure. Though in a way you could say I succumbed to it also. With Lukey and Gaia yelling at me to go ;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2248981939487122360?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2248981939487122360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-reputation-is-in-tatters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2248981939487122360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2248981939487122360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-reputation-is-in-tatters.html' title='My reputation is in tatters!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdicBlHVTrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2qR4lcIIfsY/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4080127827446059768</id><published>2009-04-02T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:09:22.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama phone tying each other together bleh'/><title type='text'>It has begun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha well the funny thing is. I'm in a really bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a pretty shit day, it had it's highlights but in a whole is was assed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In english I sat like where ever cause Talbo let the guys go in first so they took all the seats. Heath then came in a went and sat next to Nick and I'm like... okay then. Then Talbo said everyone in the back row had to move. So then Nick and Heath had to move as well. So Nick sits in the table in front of me and then Heath sat next to me and I'm like ... what the hell. So I said to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So now you sit with me?" and believe me it wasn't nasty is like just normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she was like O.o and shrugged and the bad part was that the room was pretty silent when I said it and Talbo looked at me and was like "I felt that one." And she is mega pissing me off lately. So I said to her "Yeah, you were meant to feel it miss, it was meant to be felt." But like, I just didn't get it. She goes no where near me and then when she is forced to move she does. And I just didn't get why she even bothered. Cause she dogs me all the time so it wouldn't have bothered me if she fucked off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm also a little annoyed about this phone business. Everyone who has the LG KS360 is okay with it at first but then apparently they fuck up bad. And it doesn't have a lot of the things I'm use to, but that I could live without. And I hate how it looks so juvenile, but now I have to get it cause we already fucked around the people who were gunna send me a new SE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't eaten all day and mum decided to make soup and I can't stand soup. And she asked if I wanted some I said no then she asked again and I said no then she told me that the second time she meant would I like some DINNER not SOUP. Now I'm sitting here really hungry and I feel sick too. The stupid bitch needs to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Highlights: Besides Talbo's ugly face, Drama was awesome. A few of us got the bright idea to tie each other together with the coloured sheets of material. Then some bright spark got up and we almost stacked it big time. Then Brock took off running taking me, Cara and David with him. I survived kinda and Cara got axed and David ended up underneath her dress a few times and when Brock stopped and I turned around he was lying on top of her. It was funny as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next period which was science Talia, who was the instigator of the tying-each-other-together-ploy, clipped a load of our bags together and then we almost killed ourselves so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-4080127827446059768?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4080127827446059768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4080127827446059768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4080127827446059768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3637319319540361808</id><published>2009-04-01T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:33:46.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LG KS360 web slider phone school one week left'/><title type='text'>1 week left tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum is pissed that she won't have a schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l photo of me this year. Neh neh. I told her just to take one herself, she'll live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have... let me think. I think it's 4 maybe 5 points to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Point 1:&lt;/span&gt; My phone.&lt;br /&gt;HA! yeah well this is my most recent phone, which was awes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ome when I got it, 6 flipping months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Mikki/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Mikki/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdNV1qKhG9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xx0dwJ8QEkQ/s1600-h/se-w910i-black-small-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdNV1qKhG9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xx0dwJ8QEkQ/s200/se-w910i-black-small-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319689965194517458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Sony Ericsson W910i. But it stopped working and we sent it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to be fixed, they rang us and basically said, it's fucked. Since it's "damages" weren't covered under waranty, they were going to send me a new phone of the same model but we had to pay for it. I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I changed my mind because I want to change from Vodafone to Optus and I know that there is a phone I like that is really quite cheap but also really good, that I can get from Optus. May I introduce you to the LG KS 360, better k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nown as the web slider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdNWafdYeVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NLlCEmRrOzE/s1600-h/Lg-ks360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdNWafdYeVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NLlCEmRrOzE/s200/Lg-ks360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319690597976013138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It comes in red &amp;amp; black, pink, white &amp;amp; black, sliver &amp;amp; black and blue and titanium(black). I honestly don't know why the blue one has a different name for the same colour, but I want the blue one. That's why I showed the blue one. It's a really new and good phone, the camera is good and the videos don't pixelate. Pretty much every man and his dog has one but I don't really care. Everyone I know who has one has the red and black one and my friend brooke has the pink, white and black one. But the blue is so PURRRRRRDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum rang the people and they are a little pissed and said we might still have to pay for it because they already ordered it and already paid for it. I told my mum to fuck 'em. Literally, thats what I said. Being the mother that she is she "asked" if I could please not say that. Meh.. Anyway. They told me that I would have my phone in five days, that was two weeks ago, as far as I'm concerned it's their fault. My point being, on Sunday I plan to go to Mac Sq to change to Optus and get a blue web slider. Knowing my luck they won't have one. Fuck I just remembered my Grandfather is coming then. Oh NOESS! I need it before next week cause it's my last week and I don't have a camera with enough memory space to take loads of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Point 2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow counts down my last ever week at WAC! AMMAGAD D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got home a little while ago and I asked if after school on Monday she could take me to Mac Sq and I get my phone and change to Optus. She didn't say no so it's pretty much a yes. Haha! That means I can take photos. I wanted it before tuesday at least cause on tuesday it's music room and store room, so I can fall off the highest shelf again and brake two ribs. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna miss my mates a lot, but it's not like I won't see 'em. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Point 3: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've forgotten all my point. I'm tired I'm going to bed *waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-3637319319540361808?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3637319319540361808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-week-left-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3637319319540361808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3637319319540361808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-week-left-tomorrow.html' title='1 week left tomorrow!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SdNV1qKhG9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xx0dwJ8QEkQ/s72-c/se-w910i-black-small-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6594972279527784138</id><published>2009-03-31T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:35:26.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers leaving annoying luke scaffold no arhhh'/><title type='text'>"Aww I'll be sad to see you go."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really? Well too butt-fucking-bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll explain, so far a few teachers have found out and some either just haven't listened, didn't check their email or just weren't around. But some know and some don't. I'm the stupid idiot that assumed that they all did by now. I was wrong. See Mrs Taylor (my awesome ex-science teacher) came up to me Friday and said "I heard you were leaving." The usual I'm like yeah I am, "Where you going?" I say Picton blah blah. "Oh, any reason you're leaving?" (This is where I make up some lame ass excuse because I can't remember all my reasons) And then she says, "Well, I'll be sad to see you go." and I'm like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earlier that week, Mr Cassidy (semi awesome ultra ex-wood work teacher) spotted me and the same conversation ensued. Except he said, "Well it's a shame you're leaving." I was like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next person, Mr Pricks... I mean uhh, Mr Hicks. He came to give me my usual talk of how he wants me to excell myself because he knows I can and then he pops out. "And I know you're leaving but we are still going to work towards OUR GOALS." I'm like right you do that then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning but, I usually have Hicksy for roll call but I had Mr Dennley instead (awesome ex-music teacher) and he was like "You're doing backstage for the musical again this year aren't you?" and I'm like yeahh, but I'm leaving. "Oh! When?" I say end of this term and he is like "ohhh." And a conversation ensued about how he wants me to still do the musical and how I really wanna do it still. He then said I might be able to and to go talk to Mr Croger (dumbass deputy headmaster of my present school, ughh)  but then he says "Ohh well I'm sad to see that you're going." I'm like ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later I went to talk to Mr Croger and he said he'd talk to Mr Dennley and Mr Quamby (Quamby, the king ass fucking shit faced Headmaster of my present school.) So it's a maybe, but I hope I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, later at sport I couldn't do it so I sat there at the gym playing uno on my iPod since I forgot my DS. Turns out Mrs Wood (the really nice teacher who I get every so often when we do something with the little kids or sport) didn't know either. She knew I was sitting out because of my knee and she asked if I could do netball next term. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told her that I wasn't going to be here and she was like "What?" and I said yeah I'm leaving, she asked where I'm going I told her Picton and she was like ohh "Aww, I'll be sad to see you go." I'm like ... O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like fuck, if another teacher, one that knows or one that doesn't, says something even close to "I'll be sad to see you go." I will snap. Cause I have no reply for it. There is just nothing to say to that. You cna't say thank you, you can't say I know, you can't say ok you just have to smile and be like... mmm. It's so frustrating. ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukey won't let me pierce his industrial, i've done four of them ahh. *pouts* he is a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1132425378541514665-6594972279527784138?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6594972279527784138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-ill-be-sad-to-see-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6594972279527784138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6594972279527784138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-ill-be-sad-to-see-you-go.html' title='&quot;Aww I&apos;ll be sad to see you go.&quot;'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8497388233534430088</id><published>2009-03-24T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:12:11.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new uniform picton yay its awesome'/><title type='text'>New Uniform!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La dee da dee da da! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me mum picked me up at 12, so I got to miss out on spo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rt, my fucking knee was killing me (I smashed it into the bath tub last night). Plus it was my bad knee so walking is more of a hinderance than before. Oh how it hurts. But anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got two shirts, they is blue and fucking awesome looking. As far as a uniform goes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sci8V9lqtpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CkZeYMiHM8w/s1600-h/pictonuniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sci8V9lqtpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CkZeYMiHM8w/s320/pictonuniform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316706445606696594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got two skirts, all the bottoms are grey BTW. I got two pairs of shorts and I was meant to get two pairs of long pants but they had none in my size so we gotta wait until they order them in. I got my sports shit and shorts and long pants and jacket. I didn't get a jumper cause they had none in, so the jumper and pants are the only things I ain't got and need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't got my shoes, I kinda need new shoes. So I was gunna get these humans that looked awesome but were plain. And I went today and the chick said that she don't think they make 'em anymore. So there were these other ones and she said she'd tell us when they were in. But I said to mum that in the holidays I wanna look for different ones and if I don't find any I like I'll get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's awesome about picton is that you don't have to wear a hat. My hair living through the day FTW!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gotta get my school bag and books but we're doing that in the holidays. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there were these girls on the stairs and we walked past 'em and one said to me "Are you new?" and I said I will be and she goes "Aww cool!!" and I'm like :] SWEEEEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8497388233534430088?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8497388233534430088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-uniform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8497388233534430088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8497388233534430088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-uniform.html' title='New Uniform!!!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sci8V9lqtpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CkZeYMiHM8w/s72-c/pictonuniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6964730605421250488</id><published>2009-03-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:25:37.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fic featured story of the moment AMMADGAD :D:D'/><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On SI (website to post A/R BSG fics) I was reading someones fic and I went back to the homepage and guess what????&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my stories were featured as the story of the moment. LIKE *squeals*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it, I went balistic. Silently balistic (1:07am)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cstatic, I would have never of thought one of m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ine would make it there and if any did, that I wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uld never actually catch my own story in that litt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;le box.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*squeals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SCREENSHOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SceYq85DEJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AS9K4ZhGieI/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SceYq85DEJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AS9K4ZhGieI/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385748801491090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6964730605421250488?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6964730605421250488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgomgomgomgomgomgomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6964730605421250488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6964730605421250488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgomgomgomgomgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SceYq85DEJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AS9K4ZhGieI/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7494153715048705413</id><published>2009-03-23T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:00:41.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bsg over helix piercing laura dies'/><title type='text'>I'm so sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha when I went to post it said "69 posts" haha.. 69.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well it's over and yeah I said I'd blog after I saw the ending but if I'm honest, I was in no state to do so. I was wayyyyyy too upset, and no not about the show ending up about a certain character that died. Her storyline kinda just struck me and got to me. Everyone who has died in my life has died of cancer and the two people dying at the moment are dying from it as well. This character died from breast cancer. And she only recently admitted her love to the man that loved her so it was pretty tragic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... I feel like a prat for mourning a fictional character but I tell yeh now. My obvious obsessiveness with this show and my sadness over it is nothing compared to everyone else. I'm a mild one. So imagine what they are like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a compilation on youtube of Laura's last moments with the man she loves and her death. And there is a tiny bit with Kara and Lee and him realising that she was an angel and had been dead all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you lot don't give two shits haha and I don't care, but if you read this post, just for me I want you to go watch it. Even if it's out of curiosity or just cause you love me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But please do. LINK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dEQ5t6vtaY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This includes you Gaia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go watch it, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pierced my helix. Did it quick, didn't hurt until after when the needle was sitting in my ear, started to really hurt, took the needle out, put the plastic on in. All good, still sore, sorer than my tragus was but it's getting better. Speaking of my tragus, that is almost completely unpainful now. Wooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7494153715048705413?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7494153715048705413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7494153715048705413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7494153715048705413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m so sad.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-9019854290331086224</id><published>2009-03-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:05:22.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk'/><title type='text'>The Epic Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm fucking pissed man. BSG last ep starts on TV in like ten minutes but I was watching it online with Vania cause I couldn't really wait, and well megavideo cut out for both of us before the end so I haven't seen like half an hour of it yet but I know Laura dies and I'M PISSED. AND IN DENIAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also Melle just came online completely smashed off her nut. Great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grrr... I'm so sad now, you probably all think I'm really pathetic but her character really sucks you in and I'm really upset that she dies. And I haven't even seen it yet I just know its going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a pretty full on episode to be honest and I haven't even finished watching it yet. Fuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*grumbles* I'll be back and blog again once I've seen the whole thing. That should be about 2 hours from now. *grumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-9019854290331086224?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9019854290331086224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/epic-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/9019854290331086224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/9019854290331086224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/epic-finale.html' title='The Epic Finale'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8741809980419623010</id><published>2009-03-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:20:48.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in here now listening to Jerra play guitar. He's in a bit of a shit mood and wants to be away from people, I came in here for the same reason. We are in the Music room btw. He just switched to playing piano and it's making me day dream something fierce. Liam came in here and Jerra is about to deck him O.o he hates him and is pissing us off. My ear hurts a bit, its just sore from the trouble I had getting the needle through. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lunch at the moment. I have geography and maths next, Oh joy! We have a skills test in geography and I don't want to do it and in maths... well maths is just... Jerra says shit so I'll go with that, but I do think its putting it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam is playing the bass up stairs, I want to throw him off a cliff, grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened in science, it turned out to be a really bad thing but Beck went to get something from the front (we were playing with chemicals) and she was on her way back and almost tripped over me but she wasn't running or anything but Heath tripped her over and she very nearly smashed her head on the bench, it was funny but it scared her a bit. Heath tried to blame it on her saying she was running but it was just a nasty thing to do. Gotta go, lunch is over.&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/1132425378541514665-8741809980419623010?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8741809980419623010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/mmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8741809980419623010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8741809980419623010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3579315921728288231</id><published>2009-03-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:52:07.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragus piercing leah sitsre birthday old fart haha cake'/><title type='text'>Piercing number 6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I'm probably a total idiot but it's done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed last night thinking about whether or not I should do it, I got up at 7am and decided that I would prepare for it and see if I go through with it. Considering I ran out of piercing needles I had to use a safety pin, not the smartest move in the world but I sterylized it well, because I know how :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the alco-wipes (perks of being the daughter and sister of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nurse, the medicine cupboard is full of goodies), gloves, saline, antiseptic spray, ear plugs (had no wine corks) and I had a bioplast earring but I'll get to that fail later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it, took me forever because it's mega hard to push through, the safety pin was pretty sharp though. So I got it through and then I took it out to put the stud in, but it wouldn't go through and kept bending instead. And I had no suitable earrings to wear. But I've had to make do with this old flower one I had, it was the best I could find and I am going to buy a new earring soon but it's a bit sore at the moment so I'm going to wait a while and take good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh btw, I might actually say what I pierced, it was my tragus. I was bored, I'm a bit of a a stranger danger when I'm bored. I have a DO NOT LEAVE UNATTENDED sign on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's done, it didn't bleed until near the end cause it went through some trauma. It's doing good, sea salt soaks, saline and antiseptic spray are my friend's right now. PICTURE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/ScIE914OggI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QK3mKKAWi8s/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/ScIE914OggI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QK3mKKAWi8s/s400/DSC00541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815970732048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER LEAH, 27 TODAY. CAKE SOON WOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-3579315921728288231?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3579315921728288231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/piercing-number-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3579315921728288231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/3579315921728288231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/piercing-number-6.html' title='Piercing number 6!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/ScIE914OggI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QK3mKKAWi8s/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2389822084325269643</id><published>2009-03-16T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:46:26.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama trick cool heart shadow bludge day'/><title type='text'>23 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I wrote that I had a month left at this school, I was wrong, I musta counted wrong because my mum kinda popped my bubble this morning tell me I had three weeks left starting this Thursday not two. *pulls pissed off pout*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well today was what I dub "Bludge Day". I had Science, double History and Journal English. I did have double Maths, PASS and Drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's called bludge day because Journal English we get to do whatever. And in History my teacher Mr Powter he is awesome, he puts on clickview things so we only have to watch and then he writes like a paragraph on the board which spans the entire board and he spaces it out so wide that it pretty much makes two sentences. Then he talks, and talks and talks and you learn heaps but you only have to listen so it's BLUDGEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PASS was definately my highlight, with running up and down stairs repeatedly for a whole two minutes and all. Yes I'm being sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All day I've had people suggesting names to me to help with a character I've already written who needs another name and cause I've already written it, the name needs to suit. Instead of having a name and writing the character for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a dilemma and it bites. Luke and Gaia have been helping me too. They all say Evie... Iunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oi look at this awesome shadow the shower cap thing in the bathroom created, I noticed it the other night and took a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sb45yRcXKeI/AAAAAAAAANo/REJaCyz2yJU/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sb45yRcXKeI/AAAAAAAAANo/REJaCyz2yJU/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313748146182367714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How sweet is that. For the ones who can't see it it's a love heart. Duhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day, Thursday I think it was, when my group finally got to do their performance, the next period after which was another period of Drama, the boys decided to try something. Lets call it a theory they had that worked. PHOTO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sb463axwi7I/AAAAAAAAANw/LT2BNC_567A/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sb463axwi7I/AAAAAAAAANw/LT2BNC_567A/s320/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313749334099004338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In that picture David (the knew kid in year 9, year below me) he was being a dick and laughing at Jerra. Then curly haird kid is Morgan and the one closest to the camera is Jordan, Rhey's brother. They did it a few times, and I'm proud to say they succeeded first go, it was awesome. They put the chairs sothat the side was facing the front of another and then sat down and lied down on top of each other and then got someone to take the chairs away. Then someone tickled them and they collapsed in a heap. Nick and Brock tried too but I'm only putting up on picture. They did it again today too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*goes off to write chapter 28*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2389822084325269643?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2389822084325269643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2389822084325269643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2389822084325269643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-days.html' title='23 Days!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sb45yRcXKeI/AAAAAAAAANo/REJaCyz2yJU/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-675394705929397266</id><published>2009-03-13T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:15:53.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about that anyway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama we pwned ash DUMPED hahaha no really I feel so great now'/><title type='text'>"Omg that looked so real!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was meant to blog Thursday about how our Drama Assignment performance went but I was too buggered to bother, it's now Friday. Yes yes I know that we were meant to do it on Wednesday, and we were ready and raring to go, but we ran out of time so two of the groups, mine included had to do it Thursday. Pissed us right off cause we had a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;preparation for ours to go through and we would have done that for nothing and then have to do it again the next day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, it went really well, they laughed in all the right places and we were able to sound loud enough properly so I was happy. When I came on I was meant to be drunk/hungover somewhere in between and so I was hanging heavily off Rhey. And as I was coming on Morgan came over to help (this was part of the performance haha) and Rhey let go and Morgan just dumped me in the corner as planned, only trouble was, I really had nowhere to fall so I just landed painfully on my knees and fell diagonally ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ainst the bars which cained like a bitch. It ended up being great because I could use to bars as if I was trying to get up and like be with it. But when I landed on my knees I felt it straight away, cause it was concrete I could feel the grazes through me jeans and I'm like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofomofo...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup I had to use as vomit, ahh well now. That's where the title of this blog comes in. No one saw me put the soup in my mouth so that was brilliant and then when Morgan was having a spaz like planned and Jerra was trying to calm him I yanked my self up and "fake" vomited the soup over the railing and into the garden and all you got was this chorus of EWWWWW, OMG, THAT LOOKED SO REAL, DID YOU REALLY VOMIT?? and I even heard someone say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG IS SHE ALRIGHT, and I started pissing myself after that so lucky I was hanging over the bars, and I didn't want to end it with my ass in the camera so I just fell backwards and thank god Morgan was far enough away that I didn't land on him and I aimed it right so that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; didn't hit the blocks/seats. Downside: when I hit the concrete my back hit and that was alright but then my head smashed into it pretty hard, it flipping hurt. Made my eyes water and blurry but I got up and was fine. So meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PICTURE TIME!!! I was trying to get a photo us and first I cut out Morgan's head (he is tall) then Morgan tried and cut me out completely and then he was stuffing around taking photos of his face and so then I got Monnie to take it and I got one, thank god, then Talbo jumped into it and I was like ugh, but that was only cause I thought we didn't ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t one just us four then I realised like 5 minutes ago that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Oh and Sharni was away, which we all just loved so Beck (not my Beck) had to fill in for her so that's why there is only four of us in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SbpLIQYOeQI/AAAAAAAAANY/8WgqX-I8eUk/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SbpLIQYOeQI/AAAAAAAAANY/8WgqX-I8eUk/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312641315644537090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left to right: Me, Rhey, Jerra, Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much to say buhh I got rid of Ash, and I feel so relieved and free you have no idea. I just don't love him and he really irritates me. When I was trying to be real nice about it he could sense where I was going and he has this thing about who dumps who business so he tried to make out like he was ending it. So I just shrugged it off and told him that I had already said what I wanted to and if he wants to be so blunt then I will. So I did and I told him, not nastily but I was straight out with him. After that he got all huffy and said he didn't wanna talk about it anymore which suited me fine and I haven't spoken to him since. But yea in danger of saying something so clech'e, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me shoulders. There is still all the other shit sitting on 'em but thats one off and it's something I'm happy to see go and proud to announce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bed time boys... and ladehs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1132425378541514665-675394705929397266?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/675394705929397266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-that-looked-so-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/675394705929397266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/675394705929397266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-that-looked-so-real.html' title='&quot;Omg that looked so real!!&quot;'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SbpLIQYOeQI/AAAAAAAAANY/8WgqX-I8eUk/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8554029564894628629</id><published>2009-03-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:10:42.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers picton morgan drama sport tomorrow'/><title type='text'>1 month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes one month. Today is the 9th of March and the last day of school is the 9th o f April. So I have one month left at WAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK YOU GAIA FOR HELPING ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School for Picton starts the 29th, so I get two days extra holidays. And Holidays start on the 10th of April for Picton so all around from everyone I get three days more. I also miss the swimming, athletics and cross country carnival. THANK GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I'm back, yes I left, I have really bad stomach cramps and keep running off to the bathroom to puke but nothing happens everytime. So if it does it again I'm just gunna make myself gag to get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Picton. A few people at WAC today who obviously didn't know, found out. And I just assumed that they knew. But it turned out they didn't, so in Drama me, Morgan, Rhey and Sharni (Jerra was at SASSA, will explain what that is in a minute) were getting out script over with, we didn't need a script but you have to have one or something, so bleh. We don't use it just do our shit and hten write one to hand in. Anyway, I dunno how the topic came up but I said something about me leaving and Morgan and Rhey didn't know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Morgan has the shits with me and refuses to talk to me. Saying that "You're leaving me!" and Rhey was like WHAT!?! and Sharni knew so she was like ...hmmm??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today something was in the water for the teachers I swear it. First period we had Science and Doctor Eaton, asl always he breaks out a can of pepsi and as we are meant to be doing revision, he puts on a movie called October Sky. We were pretty much like WTF?? And we asked him why we were watching it and he said we weren't and that he bought it off ebay and wanted to see if it worked. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had double Maths and Mr Hicks and in most class rooms, almost all, and all the class rooms in the Collegiate building (Flynn) we have a normal white board and an Interactive whiteboard. The Interactive whiteboard you CAN write on but it's not the smartest idea. And well my maths teacher did and when he rubbed it off, or I should say, tried to, it just smudged all over the place and it was really bad. And those things are really expensive and we knew that he was in so much shit, and he was like O.o oh crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess I had Drama and Talbo was in a particularly funny mood, she is like this a lot but it was just funny today. Then I had double history, where Mr Powter, and I talked for 20 minutes about British flag and he had said about how the Barmy Army last year were chanting for us to get our stars off their flag and I said to him that it wasn't their flag buhh, it was the Union Jack and he said something about it being very good that I knew that. And asked me what England's flag was and I told him. This went on for ages but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had lunch then PASS, PASS was nothing special, Mrs Whitelaw was the usuall cow that she is so we are skipping that. But last period I had English which meant I had Talbo again. And she was still in her mood and the whole lesson was just fun. I was writing chapter 27 for most of it, same as I was in History. But Jordan wanted to have a staring competition with Talbo and she said no so he just kept staring and she was staring back and kept saying Jordan No and blinking profusely to get him to do his work. It was just funny, Chris was being a dork and funny things just got tossed around the room. I ended up being giggly after that and couldn't stop laughing. And everytime I'd start Annabell would start and blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, and I haven't been to Monday assembly for about four weeks now, I've either been away or late. Sport tomorrow, AMMAGAD D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Drama assignment is gunna rock, I'm gunna full spike my layers up and I'm doing Jerra's hair, Morgan's hair, Jerra's make up and Morgan's and I'm doing Rhey's hair and make up too. Sharni can do her own, she already wears make up anyway and gets in shit for it and she just needs to wear her hair up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-8554029564894628629?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8554029564894628629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8554029564894628629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8554029564894628629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month.html' title='1 month!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-8623727789844924593</id><published>2009-03-08T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:47:28.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picton i&apos;m a unique contribution tongue piercing boo hoo hoo'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a fucking title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY NANNA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;80 years old, what a milestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good news, Luke approves of my hair, Tiff called me a hot betch, Gaia said she loved it. Monnie said she loved it. And most of all the skanks at school said they really liked it, one said it was sweet. Not that I cared but you know when they say they like something of yours they become your twin with it the next week or they are jealous. Makes me happy all the same, not the twin bit buhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reminds me of when this girl Sharni, said to me that she loved the colour of my hair and how dark it was, she is a blonde at the time though she was like an orange colour. The next day she came to school with hair the same colour as mine, hers was dyed but. I was spewin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was a really Aussie thing to say wasn't it. Shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;New Skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779057518482898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SbOtakP5FdI/AAAAAAAAANI/xQJ-cGOX6iw/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get my tongue pierced I have to catch the train, which means Luke is definately coming cause for one, my mum won't let me catch a train without him. My mum won't take me because she says that the thought of it makes her sick and she wants no part in it. Jess found out through Anth on facebook that I was getting it done and when I told her that one of my only bets was if Leah (my sister) took me, she said Leah wouldn't. I haven't actually asked my sister but I dunno if I want to. Luke has gone to Penrith on the train before so I'll feel ok with him. Cause we usually drive you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have to catch three different trains to get there. But I'm doing it. And I'll be of age and have ID and have someone with me so I'll be okay. To be honest I would feel better with my sister or my mum there or an adult there, even though I don't need them there to do it, but they are out of the question so I'll just tough it out. After I plan to go the plaza and buy a slushie and then repeat perscription every 20 minutes. Considering my love for slushies thats the maximum amount of time it takes me to consume one. A large one from McDonalds I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should catch the train back to Mac Sq and buy a large slushie from Greater Union, those are HUGE!!! And I can drink/eat them pretty quick too, just ask Jerra. When we went to see Bedtime Stories we shared a like jumbo slushie and there was about an inch of it left before the movie even started, due to my hogging of it. I had a craving for them so bad, I ended up having 7 of them in 24-hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I go but I said Anth could meet us at the Plaza after if he liked, Anth is a mate from my old school. I might tell Bec to meet me there too, I just won't tell her I'm getting it done. She squirmed at my lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, on Wednesday is the presentation of our Drama assignment. We got put into groups and we had to pick Comedy or Tragedy of greek theatre to base our performances on. We picked comedy but made it kinda a black comedy. I'm in a group with Morgan, Jerra, Rhey and Sharni. How funny is it that that is all people I've mentioned in my blog quite often, except Sharni, this is like her third mention. Two of them being in this blog actually. We are doing a British rockband theme kinda. Rhey is the drummer, Morgan is the lead singer and guitarist and Jerra is a guitarist and back up. I'm a bass player I think. It doesn't really matter what I am because I'm on the floor for the most of it. I prop myself up every now and then to contribute to the conversation at hand. Sharni is the interviewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm meant to be very hungover. And near the end when Morgan is having a spaz at an audience member who asks why our band sucks so much, I get up and vomit in the corner. Originally it was that I would have chunky soup in my mouth, but I realised hald way through rehearsals last week that I actually have to talk in parts, so my mouth being full of crap won't help. So we made it that I will have a can of the soup next to me out of site and near the end I am gunna take a mouthful and get up and let 'em rip. Luckily we have to perform it outside aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eye is doing that searing pain thing again. I'm five eps behing BSG but I'm downloading them at the moment and its 3% until this one is done and then the last one is already going. I'm alternating between Rapidshare and torrents. And because I uninstalled uTorrent I have to use flipping Limewire which I hate. grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm annoyingly hungry and should really write/type chapter 27 of W.I.T sooner or later I will get around to Black Abyss which is still kinda at the bottom of the pile and I will start my adaption of W.I.T which is yet to have a name. And me and Jerra's story is also yet to have a name which he lovingly left up to me. I told him he can write the first chapter and because we decided his specialitly would be action and mine all the sadness, angst, and in depthness of the characters, he is going to write it and give it to me to edit. This is because the first chapter starts off with an asassination of a politician's wife. So I'll be editing it cause there is a character death, which he sucks at writing about. Then I have to write the next chapter, we are taking turns. If I'm honest, I got him to go first because I just have too many stories going at once at the moment. And I have about five that I'm yet to start. But the four I'm doing, including me and Jerra's, are all multi-chapter ones, like more than 10. Black Abyss might be like 8 or 9. Depends what I feel like and how short they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow this is turning out to be a fucking long post. I have one BSG ep to go now. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel like crying, cause I didn't get chance to be sad last night about Laura (long story I'm not explaining so just pretend you know what the hell I'm on about). I ended up watching Die Hard 4.0 after the BSG ep so I was tired and thinking about saving peoples lives, which just made me dream hero dreams, those are the best kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luke warned me not to wear shorts to Picton, I pretty much told him to stick it. Which he replied something like I would be a "Unique Contribution" to that school. I wanted to slap him. I believe my reply to that explained my urge to slap him. I t was something like. "The new dickhead kid at a school of over 1100 people makes a "unique contribution", you're off your face." He then laughed a lot and said I made his day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't plan to wear shorts that much, I plan to wear a skirt in summer and long pants in winter and shorts when I feel like it. And I find it annoying that people keep telling me what I should wear/do and what I shouldn't. But if I'm honest, the heads up helps. J'cobbi told me that unless it's sport day, wearing your socks high is considered skanky. Thankfully I planned ot wear ankle socks anyway. I wanted to know what Luke meant by me being a unique contribution to Picton and he explained that it was because of my general attitude to things. I was still lost so he further explained. He said, and I quote. *Goes off to find msn chat logs.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unique contribution would be ur general attitude to things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=32]l i p p p p y.[/c] [c=1]26O7O8...[/c][/b]&lt;br /&gt;so my attitude towards things aye?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur GENERAL attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=32]l i p p p p y.[/c] [c=1]26O7O8...[/c][/b]&lt;br /&gt;my GENERAL attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=32]l i p p p p y.[/c] [c=1]26O7O8...[/c][/b]&lt;br /&gt;right... would help if i knew what my general attitude was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont-give-aa-damn-wotcha-fink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=32]l i p p p p y.[/c] [c=1]26O7O8...[/c][/b]&lt;br /&gt;you're kidding??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;..::Xavier::..&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going-my-own-way-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was saying that I would be a unique contribution because my general attitude is that I don't give a fuck what people think and I go my own way and do what I want anyway. I proceded to be like are you telling me that most of the people there care what others think of them, and he said yes. So we concluded I'm going to be judged pretty harshly, but let them come.&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/1132425378541514665-8623727789844924593?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8623727789844924593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-think-of-fucking-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8623727789844924593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/8623727789844924593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-think-of-fucking-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a fucking title...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SbOtakP5FdI/AAAAAAAAANI/xQJ-cGOX6iw/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2626741336249525363</id><published>2009-03-06T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:16:44.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monnie blog coding long time'/><title type='text'>Monnie got a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though she saw me at school I showed her the pictures of my hair on my blog, cause my hair has to be up at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She saw my blog and went spaz and wanted one. After a gruelling few hours of me coding her skin for her. It's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Monnie's BLOGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monnielovesmikkisomuch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://monnielovesmikkisomuch.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go look people, say hi. Read the welcome thing, it explainsthe nav-ing.&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/1132425378541514665-2626741336249525363?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2626741336249525363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/monnie-got-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2626741336249525363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2626741336249525363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/monnie-got-blog.html' title='Monnie got a blog.'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-6661455401917233391</id><published>2009-03-05T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:17:03.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths assignment detention teacher'/><title type='text'>Bleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post may be really short due to me being in detention at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm also doing my maths assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was the only one in here before but now some tech dude his here screwing with thei nteractive white board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oooh teacher is back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-6661455401917233391?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6661455401917233391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6661455401917233391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/6661455401917233391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh.html' title='Bleh!'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-7784452841775855720</id><published>2009-02-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:41:20.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke alarm hair steam festival'/><title type='text'>Thirlmere Festival of Steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm I was meant to blog this on sunday but I got distracted, so it's been a draft for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went and came back, I got... BURNT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though it did feel good to wear really dark eye make up again, since I can't where make up to school. J'cobbi god love her brought her camera so I was able to take pictures with my mates (since my phone is fucked) and take a photo of the crowd for Gaia. To be honest, the photo I took, the group of people was like not even a drop in the ocean compared to the amount of people you couldn't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and Lukey had a massive water fight and I threw a bottle of it over his head so he chased me, and being quite a lot faster he got me back. But he got me worse and then he wouldn't stop so I got a bit annoyed. He then went home and I proceded to walk off and walk home. I kinda left J'cobbi and Rhey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But all up you had me Lukey, Rhey, Jerra and J'cobbi. Jerra was so hyper it wasn't funny he put red bull in a bottle of coke. Like if we threw him against a wall I swear he'd bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The crowd... I stress how much of the people you can't see, like when I was walking up there Lukey was talking about how he thought it was smaller this year and looked at the sea of people ahead and just looked at him. You couldn't see the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692701880921922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sa_RYWIYr0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NFK5aevhJQo/s200/PIC_01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cut my hair, yes I cut my own hair, sometimes I go to the hairdresser if I want a completely new style, but I like my hair long, with short layers that are very choppy and un-even. And I can cut my own layers. So I did. PHOTO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309698057394493874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sa_WQE-UmbI/AAAAAAAAANA/8LZALKlaMA4/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did make it a bit brighter so you could see better, my hair is a lot darker than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going to destroy every smoke alarm in existence. I hate the things, like if I'm home alone and burn the toast and it goes off... I practically shat myself. It's worse at night, cause its like one of those horror movie cleche's, where something normal from everyday life distracts you... then BAM! you're on the floor with someone carving their initials into your spleen. *shudders* It's an irrational fear, I know it, but I don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, onto the reason why I hate them at the moment, one of the smoke alarms in our house (we have three to my knowledge, one being RIGHT outside my bedroom) and the one right near the front door, and my mum's room muahahaha, is dying. As in the battery is starting to cark it, so every like 4 seconds it does this high pitched beep, and its slowly getting faster. It's so FRICKING ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once at my old house, one of the smoke alarms was dying (once again the one RIGHT outside my room) but everytime my dad attempted to change the battery it would chuck a spaz and go off... and wouldn't stop. We ended up carrying around ear plugs for the duration of him trying to fix/work it out. Cause you didn't know when it would go off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I swear if it's not stopped soon someone is gunna find some sledge hammer dints in it. Tiredddddddddddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My feet are cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-7784452841775855720?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7784452841775855720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirlmere-festival-of-steam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7784452841775855720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/7784452841775855720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirlmere-festival-of-steam.html' title='Thirlmere Festival of Steam'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/Sa_RYWIYr0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/NFK5aevhJQo/s72-c/PIC_01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-2698337318543990145</id><published>2009-02-27T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:14:19.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lukey&apos;s birthday steam festival funny egg ad'/><title type='text'>Hahahahahahaha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just saw the funniest ad. Seriously I think it made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if any of you who read this, besides maybe Luke and Tayla and maybe Tiff, will know what I'm talking about. But here when Easter comes around they start selling these like caramello chocolate eggs. They are SOOOOOOO nice and are in a purple and gold wrapper, they got this cream stuff in them too. You like buy them individually and they are like smaller than a Kinders suprise egg but oh so yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway there was an ad on TV for them right, and there is this open blender that is on and this egg grabs a stick and goes off screen and then runs and tries to polvolt into the blender but doesn't quite make it and lands on the edge and is like wavering from side to side. It then falls back and goes splat into the ground. I don't know why but I just found it so funny, I told my mate Dallas and she thought it was funny too so I it's not just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were two other ads after it where one egg had a meat mallat and made it wobble and fall and flatten it and the other had two nails in the ground and it had a elastic band and put it between the nails and shot itself into the camera lens and made a mess. First one was the best buh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IHATEiUTNESIHATEiTUNESIHATEiTUNES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I do. It use to do this thing were it would randomally wipe my iTunes and I'd have to go through manually and fucking put all the songs back and because technology is stupid and gay it never plays all the songs so each time you lose more and more. Well my brother suggested that, to make more space on my primary hard drive that I move my music to the other one and change the file that iTunes saves it to, so I did. He is going to DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Monnie is sleeping over tomorrow night WOOOO! Buh it's BSG night, so I'm either going to have to record it and suffer or watch it and make her suffer. Problem if something bad happens to Laura I may cry so I think it would be safer to record it and suffer until Sunday. Buh yea she is sleeping over because on Sunday (March 1st) the Steam Festival is on, I didn't wanna sleep over J'cobbi's with Heath and Rhey so I invited Monnie to mine instead. She has never been so it will be an experience for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For those who are wondering there is this really OLD train track called the Loop Line and it runs from somewhere, through my town (Thirlmere) and goes all the way through to Hill Top and all that and I dunno where it ends, it goes in a circle hense the name so yeah. But there is a train yard/museum up my street and all the trains are very very old steam trains and they have some diesel trains aswell. But every year there is a big festival where there are stalls and shit like a MASSIVE fete, but without rides really. And the trains run and you can ride them. But it's a big thing and a lot of people come from like everywhere, it's usually packed and cause it's at the top of my street where the roundabout is, the four streets leading to it are closed off. Mine especially because it's used as an access road for people involved in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WEBSITE!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.thirlmerefestivalofsteam.com.au/"&gt;http://www.thirlmerefestivalofsteam.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luke better be going, I haven't had chance to ask him. I don't think he will buh cause he did say something about his sister's birthday party on Sunday and his family birthday celebrations on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;OH I almost forgot... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LUKEY FOR THURSDAY!!!!!!! Finally 15 little bro aye :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-2698337318543990145?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2698337318543990145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2698337318543990145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/2698337318543990145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahahahaha...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-4407644417527439489</id><published>2009-02-25T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:48:27.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mrs g assignment display'/><title type='text'>I was so right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What did I tell ya, that Mrs G would try her hardest to make me rethink my decision, and truth be told she actually did some damage. I can't get what she said out of my head because she is one of those god damn people, who's voice actually carries some weight with me. I stress some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But jeez, she was pretty much slagging off Picton. Or at least public schools. She asked me why I wanted to go and I couldn't remember what I had said to Mr G at all and I didn't want to say something else. So I played the electives card, told her I would be leaving at the end of the year anyway because WAC didn't have the electives I wanted. To be honest WAC doesn't have nearly as many electives as Picton, but WAC did have all the electives I needed, there is nothing I really need to take that WAC doesn't have. Except maybe one but, meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was going on about how the students in my class will want other to shut up so they can work but it will be loud and roudy, when Lukey had already told me that the students actually listened and did their work, though that is only for the classes he is in. She also said how around the school people are nasty to ya. It's totally not true. She really pissed me off, buh I just smiled really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm doing my english assignment while trying to ignore Corrie on the TV (Coronation Street, its a show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rhey and me got put in the same Drama group today and I accidently through a pencil case at her head, and it was a really hard throw, but god it was funny. And yes it was an accident, Morgan was being really annoying so we pinched him until he moved away and was whinging. So Rhey threw something at him and missed and when I went to lob Talia's pencil case at him, I held onto it too long and to I threw it lower than I meant and it clocked Rhey in the face. I was trying to throw it over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is my display:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306715789602594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SaU95Ps4HoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ssH6sPyRSWo/s200/flowers_and_swirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-4407644417527439489?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4407644417527439489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-so-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4407644417527439489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/4407644417527439489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-so-right.html' title='I was so right...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/SaU95Ps4HoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ssH6sPyRSWo/s72-c/flowers_and_swirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-1240703121426502268</id><published>2009-02-23T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:54:58.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet pool'/><title type='text'>oh and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remind me to never ever ever ever ever ever ever plan to or push Jerra in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up very wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was me and Durro (girl in the year below me, alright chick) planned to push Jerra in cause he was sitting on the edge, he had his house shirt and school shorts on but he was already wet from the countless others that pulled him in before. And Morgan came up to us and cause Morgan is really tall and strong I asked him if he'd help up cause Jerra is built like a tank, seriously, he is really short but he is really strong and muscley therefore hard to move and we thought if we tried and it failed the first time it would pretty much be over and ruin it. So Morgan just walks up and pushed him straight in on his own and Jerra (who is SOAKING wet) gets out, goes up to Morgan and hugs him but Morgan kept hugging wet people for some reason cause he didn't care. Then he walks up to me and grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up pretty wet. But Durro took off and didn't so that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132425378541514665-1240703121426502268?l=yahtzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1240703121426502268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1240703121426502268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132425378541514665/posts/default/1240703121426502268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yahtzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-and.html' title='oh and...'/><author><name>Miik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08595638534180693340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h53-ltG7VuU/S7YaEwdBtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s5Pizmnix7k/S220/P1553%5B03%5D_11-03-10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132425378541514665.post-3039942106678456000</id><published>2009-02-23T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:54:45.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercing swimming carnival people my school'/><title type='text'>*yawns*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had me swimming carnival today. Of course I didn't swim, I can swim fine but I hate carnivals. I shoulda stayed home like I wanted.I'm absolutely knackered and I got so much homework and so many assignments to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I mentioned before that I was getting nagged to get my tongue pierced. Of course I would never do it unless I wanted to but the problem was that I was like starting to think about it and I had a mantra of no no no no no no no. I was completely against it, said I'd never get it done cause I thought it was so utterly dumb. What has happened. I tell ya what though, I will never get my nipple pierced and that's not even... just no. I'll stick to that one just outta pride if I must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I had said to Rhey "I'm getting my tongue pierced when I'm 16." It's still a maybe but I said I was to her cause I think it's pretty likely at the moment. And we didn't talk about it or anything I just said that and left it. The next day she came on msn and told me that it wasn't 16 it was 18 and she was going on about how the "LEGAL" age limit is 18. But what I didn't get was that recently last year a law had been passed about genital and nipple piercings in NSW, Australia, saying that no one under 16 could get it done even with parental consent and that's the law now. But it also said that for tongue and naval piercings that if you are under 16 you need to have parental consent. Therefore it was 16 like I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway she started going off at me cause I didn't appreciate her "help" a fight ensued and I won :D Cause she was being a dickhead, she just swears at you hoping I'll care. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do remember but she said something about me not wanting to be her friend or not accepting her apology then it was my loss, and I pissed her off because I said to her that she should really know by now that I don't care who is my friend and who I lose. PWN for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But yeah, couple of my friends heard about the fight and suggested to make sure that I should ring the place I get my piercings at. I was already planning to do that so I did it this arvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady - Hi Wicked Ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me - Hi I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions about the piercings you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady - Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me - Do you do tongue piercings and industrial piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady - Yes we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me - How old do you have to be to get either of those with out parental consent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady -16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me - And would you need photo ID&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady - Yes you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me - Ok Thank you, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lady - Your Welcome, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So looks like my plans are back on, cause I've seen proof that the legal age limit is 16 AND even if it isn't, my place does it at 16, but they are very professional and strict so I think they'd follow the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is this movie called Teeth right, and it is one of the most insanely, disturbing, plainly wrong, against men, brain cringing films I have ever seen. I know I just mentioned it and you will feel compelled to go look it up, I urge you not to, seriously. I'm not even going to say what its about, only that Tayla watched it and told me about it and I don't even know why I watched it, but don't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And when I told Ash about Teeth he said it was nearly as bad as Black Sheep. Which is another JUST DON'T WATCH IT movie. I suppose it's not as wrong and sick and wrong as Teeth but it's just really weird and considering I don't like sheep in the first place, that doesn't help. I don't like their eyes, it REALLY freaks me out. But yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ugh, I started this like 4 hours ago. My mum has gone to work now, she had an night shift, I hugged her before she left and I can still smell her, like her perfume its like on me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After I rang Wicked Ink, I was like so stoked that my plans were back that I was running around the house punching the air silently and I was gunna tell my mum but I couldn't stop smiling which wouldn't have gone down well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So just before she left I told her and she something like ahh well if it's 16 it's 16, I can't stop you. But I bet you when I get whatever done she will like ignore me for a week. I can live with that. But when I got back from getting my lip pierced I had made a joke about I'll be 16 soon so I can get whatever and she said that's fine as long as you pay for it. And I was like sweet. Then when we were at the shops I asked her even though I had to pay for it would she drive me. Cause Wicked Ink is pretty far from where I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And she goes aww maybe and left it at that. And recently (before the whole its 18 not 16 thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But now she has said she won't stop me or do anything to me, so I'm safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was just thinking about the fact I'm going to Picton and I remember thinking that no matter what I do I'll have regrets, but it's just a matter of which one I can live with better. So it was between, staying at a school I utterly hate but I love the people and most of the teachers. Or going to a school with people I already know and love and people I don't know, getting new teachers and completely swapping my present school life for a totally different one. And I picked Picton knowing that it would be hard leaving my mates. Buh you know what really sucks, is the fact that it's already started, people telling me they are gunna miss me, teachers saying that want me to stay (Mr. G) and I still got heaps to go yet. It's gunna be so hard, it's not like I coulda left within a week, but this entire term is gunna make me want to change my mind so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm questioning whether or not it would be worth it to stick it out for another year... 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