<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:24:58.409+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilsonz Blog...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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OZ: I think we're too manly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>735</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-114009067048665326</id><published>2006-02-16T22:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:51:10.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Blog</title><content type='html'>From now on all uni blogging can be found at &lt;a href="http://wilsonzuniblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Wilsonz Uni Blog&lt;/a&gt;. I've done this because this blog is taking monster time to republish and it's just getting on my nerves. This blog will stay around but I'll probably post in it a lot less or even not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-114009067048665326?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114009067048665326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=114009067048665326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/114009067048665326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/114009067048665326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/uni-blog.html' title='Uni Blog'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-114004530615128212</id><published>2006-02-16T10:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:15:06.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY - I MISS YOU ALL!!!</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just SO happy right now. I've been sitting in my new room in my new house at my new uni since friday without the internet and without being able to call people outside the university on my telephone. So i've been totally in isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, and I ate mouldy bread an hour ago. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prepared for this moment fully by writing a long long long blog post in notepad about what i've been doing for the past couple of days. I suggest reading it in sections or you shall get bored. So I'm gonna post it bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured a couple of people would want to know what I’m up to at the moment so here is my temporary-before-I-actually-have-internet-access blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home; actually it’s less of me missing home and more of me wishing I was anywhere else but here. No, I’m exaggerating; it’s really not that bad… Left home at 7am Friday morning, arrived in Berra at about 11am. They said they didn't have a room for me yet and to come back in an hour so the family and I walked around the Uni for a bit, i withdrew some money (which I haven't actually spent yet) and I bought two of my text books. I bought my Management one and my Marketing one, each of them was $105.95 but I ended up EFTPOSing my Keycard, something i've never done before but will probably end up being very handy. Have to carry around less cash. Anyway we meandered back up to the Hut and asked them if I had a room yet, father paid a truckload of money (all the while complaining that it was more expensive than mitchell's accommodation - might I point out to the jury that as I was choosing my accommodation he said "I don't mind about the price, just pick the one you would prefer" and I also ended up in the cheapest possible option anyway). So we paid and I signed away my firstborn child and a girl showed us down to "Arscott House"; the place where I would be spending my next twelve months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Everyone come to the courtyard, bring alcohol... *pause* not too much *pause* we're bored, come and play with us"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways i think i've bitten off a bit more than I can chew. It's a big change, everyone's been saying but is there a cut off point? At some point in time does it just become too difficult? Are we allowed to give up and not be beaten for that decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the story. There were a couple of tears shed, not as a "i'll miss you", but rather as a "dear god please don't keave me in this hellhole". It was a very sorry sight. The room's okay now I look at it properly, I've settled in and everything is unpacked and organised (to an extent) and it looks a lot better than it did before. My fridge is still kinda crummy, it's all cracked along the bottom of the inside, one of my drawers in my wardrobe is kinda wonky and ther'es only one door for it but it seems like there's actually only supposed to be one door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were unpacking (before the folks left) I met Josh and Adria(sp?) and was told that Aaron was living down the hall. Josh and Adria are both older (she's 4th year and i'm not sure about him) and stayed over the summer. Josh is my next door neighbour, but I can't say i've had a conversation with him yet. Aaron is a first year but he's older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda didn't do much on friday seeing as though the place was pretty deserted. I walked to Belconnen shops and bought a couple of things that I needed; bluetack, hairspray, batteries. It's an easy walk to the shops, and they're big shops, it's a Westfield. By easy walk I mean 25minutes but I managed it without getting lost. And you walk straight through a bus interchange so I can probably get absolutely anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Ascott house is the "drinking house". Shannon told me that yesterday, wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I couldn't really get to sleep. I kinda didn't actually want to stay and considered chucking the entire 'higher education' thing in. Actually i'm still considering it. Woke up Saturday morning about 7, then 8, then 9, then 10 when I finally got out of bed. Adria had asked me if I wanted to go to the pub with them on Friday night but I declined, I was a bit (read: absolutely) terrified of going out with a group of people who all knew each other. And I was feeling a bit lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-114004530615128212?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114004530615128212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=114004530615128212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/114004530615128212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/114004530615128212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-i-miss-you-all.html' title='FRIDAY - I MISS YOU ALL!!!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113944393284951513</id><published>2006-02-09T11:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:56:15.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>T</title><content type='html'>Guess what Dad found this morning? The SIMS2!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omg!! I was totally sleeping and he comed into my room and it like "guess what I found" and me, being half awake and still wanting to be funny says "cookies?" and he's like "no, guess again". And he seems really really happy about it so my second guess is "a cheque?" and he's like no. And he tells me that its something to do with the computer. And i'm like "REALLY!!" and I roll over and sit up. Woooooooooo! He found the SIMS! Want to know where it was? Or should I make you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get nervous. Well I feel like I should be nervous. But it's just that feeling where i'm realising that I don't know how to cook or wash and that I will starve and my clothes will smell or shrink and i'll not have any money and won't be able to buy vegetables. =S Spending today packing. I have so much stuff. Like piles and piles and bags of stuff. I don't know how it's all going to fit in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weirdly vivid dream last night, it was about people. I'm not gonna write about it because I know who reads this... or I know some of the people that read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out fortunes told at Steph's dinner party. This is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to be the captain of an ice-breaking ship in the Antarctic. You will be very good at your job, but you will develop one or two eccentricities. You will keep a pet seal in the bathroom attached to your cabin and will enjoy luxurious baths with the seal, both of you playing with the bath bubbles. You will name it Porky. You will also spend several hours of every night ice-skating on the nearest big iceberg. You will be performing in an ice ballet choreographed by yourself. Unfortunately one night you will break a leg and retire from the sea to run a model Home for the mentally impaired, and raise butterflies together with your partner, a star graduate of the Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the filing cabinet with all the Tax stuff. Under 'T'. For Tax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113944393284951513?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113944393284951513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113944393284951513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113944393284951513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113944393284951513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/t.html' title='T'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113939784468678227</id><published>2006-02-08T22:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:24:04.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself that i'm not going that far and it's only a short drive away... but there's just this feeling of "i'm going to be all alone" spreading through me. I feel like my friends wont be reachable if I need them. I feel like it's really the end of an era. No more groups. Everybody is spreading their wings and seems to be moving in completely different directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113939784468678227?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113939784468678227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113939784468678227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113939784468678227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113939784468678227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113935971853028697</id><published>2006-02-08T11:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:48:38.550+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream about you in copenhagen.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate calling up the bank. It's one of the things that I dread but know there's no possible way I can get out of. I hate it because I never know the answers to the questions they ask and i'm always terrified they'll think i'm not actually the owner of my account. I mean i'm relatively new to the whole thing, i've only used my key card three times so far in my entire life. Although, I used to be the only kid in year 5 and 6 banking with their dollarmite account. Memories. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just got off one of those extremely stressful conversations with the people on the telephone to roll over my term deposit and I tell dad and he's like "thats not right" and "thats not what it says on this piece of paper" and "thats a bad time" and I'm all like 'arghhhhhhhhhhhh'. Well then next time splurge on petrol and take me up to the stupid bank itself so you can stand next to me and make sure I do exactly what you want me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Steph's house last night for a good 'ole fashioned dinner party. It was really nice, the food was great and everyone had a good time. I managed to snap about a hundred photos. Hmmm... must charge camera for tonight. Maureen's par-tay tonight is gonna be the last seeing-people thing. Wow... thats scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note I haven't gotten accommodation yet and if I don't get any I won't be able to actually go to Uni. Which means I might be staying around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's saying that the bank told me a lie, or they're false advertising and he's thinking of calling them up and yelling at them. Honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pack, and I don't want to because there's no point in packing if i'm not going to have anywhere to unpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a freaky dream. Don't remember much about it. Something about being on holidays and I brought coat hangers but they all had suits attached to them. And hiding from my parents in my house for some reason. And we were either on a cruise ship of just in a holiday house or something. Ej was there. I know... really really strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113935971853028697?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113935971853028697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113935971853028697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113935971853028697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113935971853028697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-dream-about-you-in-copenhagen.html' title='I had a dream about you in copenhagen.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113937433507973938</id><published>2006-02-07T13:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:33:14.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Down for Mainten-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.tom-holt.com'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/February06/SUCCESS.gif' width='293' height='106' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got an Evil Rating of 50 and got the job! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.tom-holt.com/quiz'&gt;Are you evil enough to get a job too? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have stopped blogging about the things that have happened to me recently. Maybe I should go back and do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday was the Yule Ball, a small thing that Joy and I started a while ago. A small group of nice people getting together to hang out, eat dinner and watch movies all through the night. We watched Saved, then Mr and Mrs Smith, and then Chocolat. It was about 3-4am when that finished and Terry, Michael and I were the only ones awake, so we sat on the trampoline (the wet trampoline btw) until about 6:30ish when people slowly started to wake up... or be woken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I've given up saying "it was great" or "it was so much fun" about anything but this is one of those times that i'm tempted to take it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (monday) was steph and my 'farewell do'. I had a good time. It was just hanging out and chatting. My brother bought me smirnoff's and I kind of drank two of them. 'Kind of' meaning I almost finished one before mother threw it out, and then michael drank some of my second one. So I'm working it out to be about 1 and a half bottles. Oh and I had a vodka shot. =) After everyone left, Megan, Rosie, Michael, Mitch and I sat on the trampoline for a while, we kept hearing a cat meowing... still no word on whether that was real or not, actually we sat on the lounge chairs and then we moved to the trampoline. At some point we reorganised and brought all our sleeping bags out and were kind of lying in a pile on the trampoline. We slept out there from about 2-3:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at about 3:30 and decided to go inside because the rain was getting annoying. So we slept in the lounge room. We were up at about 11 and then sat in my room and watched supernatural and 7th Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that i'm really going to miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem with university. I'm on the wait list for accommodation, which means that if enough people don't cancel then i'm going to have real problems. If there's nowhere for me to stay I won't be able to go. Which could result in nastyness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Maya for yesterday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113937433507973938?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113937433507973938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113937433507973938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113937433507973938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113937433507973938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/down-for-mainten.html' title='Down for Mainten-'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113914527892884883</id><published>2006-02-05T18:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:14:38.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who.</title><content type='html'>You know who I miss from school (this is so random)? Tommy. Remember Tommy? Oh well he was a doll, always getting me in trouble in business studies because he used to have no idea what we were doing and he used to ask me questions. He was new in the beginning of year 11 like me so we had stuff in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can cats and dogs be friends? Like seriously, can a cat and a dog hang out and play together without wanting to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better to just not read old blog posts. I hate looking back, I always end up cringing and going "I really thought that?" or "That really changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's excuse time...&lt;br /&gt;Some things I write in this blog don't exactly mean what they seem to. 50% of every paragraph is left out so don't take anything at face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually listened to the words of "Why Not" before... I mean I know what they are but i've never listened to their meaning properly. Listening to it now, and giving Miss Duff 10 reasons Why Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent written about my first RSL experience. Well.. I went to the RSL with friends from school. Um. that's about it. It was a lot bigger than I expected, I always thing of RSL clubs as old with stained carpets and beer and older people, but I was proven wrong. For most of the night it was just Terry, Ali and I lounging around telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I can't say anything because it will no doubt make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading old blog posts is just making me unhappy (I say 'unhappy' because I think the term 'depressed' is overused). It's making me think "wow, I really hate the person I used to be" and then I think "but I havent changed that much" and then I think "wow I really dislike the person I am now" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"now will you please stop the casual swearing"&lt;br /&gt;"hell yes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's stuff that I just can't bring myself to say. Not in reference to blogging, in reference to real life, and talking. Things I want to say but because of circumstances I haven't yet said and know that i'll probably never say. I don't know if it's a good thing or not. It's eating my up inside but there would be no point to saying what I want to, so I won't. And nobody's going to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog takes about 10 minutes to republish, seriously. Probably because it has 730posts, meh minor detail. I was thinking of starting a new one, maybe when I go to uni, just coz it's quicker to refresh and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113914527892884883?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113914527892884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113914527892884883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113914527892884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113914527892884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113894627873702007</id><published>2006-02-03T16:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:57:58.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Go get frelled... hehehehe i dont mean it!</title><content type='html'>Go look at &lt;a href="http://frelling.blogspot.com"&gt;FRELLING&lt;/a&gt; again, I went insane... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113894627873702007?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113894627873702007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113894627873702007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113894627873702007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113894627873702007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-get-frelled-hehehehe-i-dont-mean-it.html' title='Go get frelled... hehehehe i dont mean it!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113888335709934131</id><published>2006-02-02T21:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:29:17.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Publish Post</title><content type='html'>STILL haven't heard about accommodation. Starting to get worried. Orientation starts in 9 days. Stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a bit ridiculous to take three girls down the bush today in the 40 degree heat? Omg we almost died, it was boiling hot, and we actually went down to the old truck, which is only a 10 minute walk but its through the bush so we got cuts and scratches and spider webs and charcole and grossness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad can I go to the RSL tomorrow night?"&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question's that? Blowed if I know. How you gonna get there?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, thats why I was asking for a lift"&lt;br /&gt;"Asking for a life were you, oooh I didn't recognise what you were asking. Who's going?"&lt;br /&gt;"I duno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that was the conversation we just had, n'teresting stuff yeh?&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I went and asked mum. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Stargate Atlantis recently, my brother's friend Claire gave him a downloaded version and I finally got it to work on my computer so I've watched a couple of episodes. Annoyingly it keeps being very very very slow and freezing and not responding and forcing me to restarts and all that gig. Watching my third episodes today and it freezes on a black screen and of course then I fall asleep and now I don't remember where I was up to. Not even the episode I was in. Wow I pay so much attention to these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Will Draco and Harry rekindle their love, and will they make it through the new evil that dec..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking up HP fanfics on fanfic.net and it's amazing the amount of Harry/Draco fics there are, I even found a Harry/Draco/Cedric love triange. All I want is good old fashioned Ron/Hermione stuff. But nooooo... it's all slash. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113888335709934131?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113888335709934131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113888335709934131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113888335709934131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113888335709934131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/publish-post.html' title='Publish Post'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113876543282155424</id><published>2006-02-01T14:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:44:20.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody scream!</title><content type='html'>This. Is. Driving. Me. Insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. STILL. Can't. Find. The. Sims. 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked everywhere, and i'm pretty sure I didn't lend it to anybody so there's just no explanation for where it could be. If I was the kind of person who would go on a rampage at school, I think this is the kind of thing that would set me off. It's just a teenie weenie thing, that is going to KILL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And annoyingly, before I actually bought my own copy of the sims2 stephen gave me a burnt copy, which I ALSO CANNOT FIND!!! Possibly I gave it back... hmmm... i do not remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113876543282155424?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113876543282155424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113876543282155424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113876543282155424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113876543282155424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/everybody-scream.html' title='Everybody scream!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113861258268282629</id><published>2006-01-30T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:30:55.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Centered.</title><content type='html'>And I just forgot about this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/8750419.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113861258268282629?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113861258268282629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113861258268282629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861258268282629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861258268282629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/centered.html' title='Centered.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113861244770863113</id><published>2006-01-30T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:31:55.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirius.</title><content type='html'>One more just for kicks. Think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/5163830.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113861244770863113?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113861244770863113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113861244770863113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861244770863113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861244770863113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/sirius.html' title='Sirius.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113861270599420236</id><published>2006-01-30T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:18:25.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a Geisha.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I should go see Memoirs of a Geisha because I saw Underworld II which was bad. *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this conversation with a friend which goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: would u want to see memoirs [of a geisha] tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;ME: i dont really want to see it&lt;br /&gt;HER: why not?&lt;br /&gt;ME: it doesn't look very interesting&lt;br /&gt;HER: yes it does&lt;br /&gt;ME: i dont think it does&lt;br /&gt;HER: u saw underworld&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeah&lt;br /&gt;HER: come!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HER: u siad underworld was baaaaaad&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeah it was&lt;br /&gt;ME: so?&lt;br /&gt;HER: so, at least it wont be bad, just not interesting&lt;br /&gt;HER: ?&lt;br /&gt;ME: how do u know it wont be bad?&lt;br /&gt;HER: because it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The story of a penniless Japanese child who is torn from her family to work as a maid in a geisha house. Despite a treacherous rival who nearly breaks her spirit, the girl blossoms into a legendary geisha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: and megans mum said it was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;ME: i dont wanna see it&lt;br /&gt;HER: *angry face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113861270599420236?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113861270599420236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113861270599420236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861270599420236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861270599420236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/conversations-with-geisha.html' title='Conversations with a Geisha.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113861231586467626</id><published>2006-01-30T17:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:34:20.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shiny =D</title><content type='html'>I was TRYING to organise my favourites but I got distracted and found this site. Most of the comics are slash but they're still very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh by the way, the first three are Harry and Draco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdbuffyshow.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdserenityshow.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdwannafight.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdautumn.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdswas.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if Cedric had shown Harry how the egg worked? Yeah, it'd be just like this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdharrycedric.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdstudy.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdyule.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/hdronhermione.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=rhDa77tPyUg"&gt;I found this little video on Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire. Very funny.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these were just some random people's icons that I thought were cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/974075.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/1414438.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/1689294.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/2019452.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/1359653.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/2925698.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/1070734.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ones start to get a bit... more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/1928203.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/6041530.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/204973.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/7521450.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/3691324.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/7687484.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/5524717.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And this one is just cute full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/3606262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'm done. All from &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/hp_pens/"&gt;POTTER PENS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113861231586467626?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113861231586467626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113861231586467626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861231586467626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113861231586467626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/shiny-d.html' title='shiny =D'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113859435561514360</id><published>2006-01-30T15:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:34:56.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Journeys</title><content type='html'>It's probably a bit late for this to have much of an effect. But still. No, it's not mine, I'm keeping mine forever, Kath posted it on the msn group and apparently someone sent it to her. So feast my pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/journeys.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113859435561514360?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113859435561514360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113859435561514360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113859435561514360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113859435561514360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/journeys.html' title='Journeys'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113854593864831556</id><published>2006-01-30T01:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:45:38.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2am.</title><content type='html'>Omg okay, go look at &lt;a href="http://frelling.blogspot.com"&gt;FRELLING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113854593864831556?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113854593864831556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113854593864831556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113854593864831556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113854593864831556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/2am.html' title='2am.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113854139071754169</id><published>2006-01-29T23:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:30:38.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme obsessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1066069672' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Which Harry Potter Bunny Will Bite You Next? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/mctabby/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;mctabby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='wilson' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Favorite Vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Favorite Vegetable' value='potato' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;you will write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;paired with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;the Giant Squid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;your fic will involve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;and end in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='mctabby'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1066069672'&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074638162' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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So last night i'm sitting here at the computer with my shoes under the desk, Tom walks into the room and is all affectionate, he starts brushing against my legs... a lot... like he's rather itchy. Then he kinda settles down near my feet, still smelling them... then he starts biting them... a lot. And sniffing them, rubbing against them and then biting them some more. After about an hour of this I go into the lounge room to tell mum. I'm standing in the middle of the lounge room chatting to her when tom walks in and starts doing the exact same thing. And this afternoon he's been doing it again, only for a bit, now he's having a bath in the middle of the room. But jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting a completely new blog template. I'm just getting a little tired by the current one. Andrew told me to make it more colourful. Wow, thats the first time i've ever referred to him by name. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113850337623625172?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113850337623625172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113850337623625172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113850337623625172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113850337623625172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/ten-pins.html' title='Ten-pins'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113842166300707697</id><published>2006-01-28T15:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:30:40.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blink.</title><content type='html'>So... i went blinkie shopping... here's what i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Blinkies/youthinka.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Blinkies/xoxoxoa1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Blinkies/wizardbraina1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Blinkies/weirdpeoplea.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113842166300707697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113842166300707697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113842166300707697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-blink.html' title='I Blink.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113841502846691681</id><published>2006-01-28T12:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:23:48.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike.</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOO! I got into bed at about 11:30 last night, because I was so tired... and then... I think i fell asleep before midnight, and I had dreams, funky-kinda strange dreams but they were dreams none-the-less. I was cool and could do magic, and there were two guys with one green and one blue eyes, and something about their dna being the same as another guy who went to school so they were actually each half of the other guy. And there was something about people in a carriage with a coffin, apparently they were a royal family, but they turned to stone because of the evil warlock guy, i was protecting someone from him and we kept going through the story over and over until i was able to save them, and i think there was a dragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooo! I'm so happy that I fell asleep before midnight, i did wake up a couple of times in the morning but it was alright, no cat annoying me or anything. I'm so happy!!! And I feel kinda gross because I had too much sleep. Maybe I shall go out and work in the garden for a couple of hours... m.a.y.b.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So organised bowling for sunday... booked for 17, got 14 yes's three no's, one call-me-back and one pending. Wow... that's a lot of people saying yes... i mean seriously... normally when we go to the movies and things people just can't come and we end up with about 8ish people... so i'm delighted... it's about $20 for two games and shoe hire... so the bowling place probably loves us... they're gonna make at least $300. Lucky things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113841502846691681?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113841502846691681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113841502846691681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113841502846691681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113841502846691681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/strike.html' title='Strike.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113836366848927619</id><published>2006-01-27T22:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:05:16.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I have a life... it's just very different from yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Stephy's last night instead of going to see Munich. I know Munich woulda been much more serious for me, but i'm the kind of person who uses 'woulda' in a sentence, so seriousness is really not my forte. We hung out and played blackjack and i silently hoarded my matches, I drank sherry and then we watched love actually, dad came just before the big finale, which was wonderful timing. Twas good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Megan's today, also went to IKEA today, also did my timetable today... so I have three things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA, mother, mitchell and i attended, took us a very long long time to get through it, bought a couple of things, chopping board, waste paper basket, cutlery, random kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove from there to Megans house, dropping mitchell off at the train station on the way there, hung out at megans, rosie, rachel and kath were there as we as our families. Omg my english stills are lacking at this point in time. BLAH, maybe that'll help. Anyway... swam for a while, had yummy dinner, watched gilmore girls (an episode I had previously missed and deemed impossible to ever see unless i bought the dvds), and then just chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my timetable today, or at least attempted... omg i was so worried i was going to do it wrong or stuff it up or something similar, argh. Anyway it opened at midday so I was sitting at the computer at 11:55 waiting for the link to appear... it appeared and i put in a couple of preferences, there's a chance that all my subjects are going to clash and everything but hopefully i'll be able to change that later. If I get my first preferences for everything i'll have wednesday and friday off. + Thursday is just lectures so it should be wonderful. 8:30 is my early morning with a lecture but I think i have a 9:30 tute in there on a tuesday somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Father's Uni Advice. - he's told me 30 times so I thought I should tell you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) Never miss a lecture, even if you think it's useless because there'll always be something in there that you'll miss out on&lt;br /&gt;2) Always start your assignments early, it's very important to get a jump start on them.&lt;br /&gt;and, 3) Study consistantly from the beginning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my mail folders and found a couple of disneyland photos. See in this ride they took your photo but you couldn't just buy it after, see you pick it on a computer screen and type in your email address and it sends you a link to the photo on the web. Wonderful thing technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/buzz1.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/buzz2.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/buzz3.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie's brother Daniel has hair like Fred and George Weasley, his is brown tho, but he has the same hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still today and i'm actually tired so i'm gonna try my hand at going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113836366848927619?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113836366848927619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113836366848927619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113836366848927619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113836366848927619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113827996059929129</id><published>2006-01-26T23:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:52:40.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray.</title><content type='html'>Please stop me from making bad decisions, like the one i'm partially making right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113827996059929129?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113827996059929129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113827996059929129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113827996059929129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113827996059929129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/pray.html' title='Pray.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113819860118789476</id><published>2006-01-26T00:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:16:41.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta is my IDOL!</title><content type='html'>Okay so wow. I was kinda bored a bit so I pasted my entire blog code into a word doc. Guess how many pages it is? Lol, it's 40 full pages in times new roman size 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo proud. Now i'm trying to think of ways to make it more complicated. :) I mean a lot of the code is my quotes... there are 250 of them so its gotta be a couple of pages at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 7 more quotes in. Now there's 257. =) Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats right, i'm listening to Delta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113819860118789476?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113819860118789476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113819860118789476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819860118789476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819860118789476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/delta-is-my-idol.html' title='Delta is my IDOL!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113819558569794379</id><published>2006-01-26T00:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:26:25.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME!!! OMG!!! I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE IN IGNORANCE FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!!! ARGH ARGH!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T NOTICE!! IT'S SO DISTRESSING!! AND I NEVER USE THE WORD DISTRESSING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LEFT HAND MENU BAR IS 200PX WHILE MY RIGHT HAND MENU BAR IS 179PX!!! THEY ARE DIFFERENT!!! THEY SHOULD BE EQUAL!! ITS A WHOLE EQUALITY THING GOING ON!! ARGH!!! IT'S A WHOLE 5MM ON THE SCREEN, I MEASURED IT. HOW COULD I NOT NOTICE?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113819558569794379?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113819558569794379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113819558569794379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819558569794379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819558569794379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/arghhhhhhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113819536237133147</id><published>2006-01-25T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:27:35.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquire within.</title><content type='html'>Wow. This is what jealousy feels like. No i'm not going to tell you why i'm jealous, or what i am jealous of. But the jealousy is swimming through me, it's annoying, it's like i can't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father routinely tells me how long it is until i start university, and then he askes me if i'm excited. Generally he does this while I have my headphones in and am listening to music (my new hobby) so I can hear him say something but actually have no idea what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally do either four br tags or two. I don't usually do three. For some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm editing my blog template on another blog and I just can't get it to look pretty at all. It's rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Trying to get Steph's code for her quote rotation to work... it was being aggrivating, and it was just little things like missing a ; at the end of two lines, the main problem was the use of " within the quote, tiny little thing that makes the entire thing go *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="http://frelling.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and have a look at an alternate layout for my blog. Please comment. I don't know if I like it or not. It's just an option. Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113819536237133147?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113819536237133147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113819536237133147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819536237133147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113819536237133147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/enquire-within.html' title='Enquire within.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113817137050207609</id><published>2006-01-25T15:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:42:50.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dont take the high road</title><content type='html'>OMG absolutely LOVED the movie Saved. Wow! It was wonderfully funny, and it's weird coz it wasn't exactly funny while watching the movie, I mean I didn't laugh really loudly, but when the movie was over and I was watching all the special features they'd show the funny parts of the movie again and i would be in hysterics. I think i'm gonna have to go out and buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make someone think a certain way all you have to do is throw a few choice sentences into the conversation without offering to explain them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I have two phone numbers for Jasha and one of them is his fax but i don't know which one is which... and I don't particularly want to call his fax machine. Perhaps I shall ask someone, well i spose i could ask him since he's online atm. But that would be the easy way. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113817137050207609?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113817137050207609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113817137050207609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113817137050207609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113817137050207609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-take-high-road.html' title='dont take the high road'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113809862581261877</id><published>2006-01-24T21:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:30:25.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoink</title><content type='html'>FINALLY going through the favourites that i copied off my old computer, going to each site one by one and assessing whether i want to keep the link or not. Went through all these old blogs and Ljs that I used to have bookmarked, only two of them still exist. Poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the video store today, rented The Perfect Man, and Saved. Mum rented house and Mitchell rented the muppet movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGY4NjdjMiZjbj16b2luayZhbj13aWxzb24="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9dGlnZXIuc3dmJmNscj0weGY4NjdjMiZjbj16b2luayZhbj13aWxzb24=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113809862581261877?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113809862581261877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113809862581261877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113809862581261877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113809862581261877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/zoink.html' title='Zoink'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113803118810436289</id><published>2006-01-24T01:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:46:28.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit Html</title><content type='html'>I've been having trouble sleeping for the past two weeks, really bad in the past couple of days. I've never had trouble sleeping before and it frustrates me to no end because i'm tired, i'm exhausted but I just don't seem to be able to actually go to sleep. I even went swimming today in the hope of tiring myself out but it hasn't seemed to help. I even read tonight, but the book wasn't thrilling and that didn't tire me out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I belong in both groups, and sometimes I feel like I belong in neither. Probably because I belong in both I belong in neither. It's the whole 'you can't be in two places at once' kinda thing. Today was an example of not feeling like part of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's farewell party at Chris's house, was nice to see everyone I suppose. I duno. I just... I just feel a bit unnoticed sometimes which makes me less likely to talk loud which makes me more unnoticed. So essentually i'm causing the problem myself but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the (many) reasons I love Snitch is that at the party tonight, when he arrived, he made special journey to come over and give me a hug. He's wonderful. I havent seen him in ages and I miss him heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did stuff when I was little, well younger I mean. I did ballet for a number of years and tap for a while too, I've played netball since I was 8, but I used to do it through school and play indoor at the same time (so thats like 3 teams), I was in the band, I played the clarinet and the piano and used to be in a couple of different choirs. I used to do debating with school and I was a librarian in year 6. I went to a kids club for a while and even went to a youth group. Netball's the only thing i've stuck with, not that i'm any good at it really, but I have to give it up next year, since i'll be away at uni, unless there's a uni team but like i said, i'm really not very good, and i wouldn't want anybody to have expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I went through my blog fixing all my old pictures I ended up deleting about 10 posts which were nothing more than broken picture links, so my number of posts ended up going down. This is post number 708. Kinda big I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find out how to enrol properly and pick my classes and all that buzz for uni but the website is absolutely spastic and I have no idea what to do. I've got a code and login but I actually have no idea what to do next... and i think i left it in the car so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I musta been a cute kid because I was class captain in kindergarten. I don't remember which years but I was class captain 3 times in primary school. Completely stuffed my school captain speech which was rather strange because I hit high school and suddenly got okay with public speaking. And anyway, I didn't know enough kids in younger grades to work the whole school captain thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother thinks my father worked with the head of the IT department at the uni i'm going to, I wouldn't be suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm found three different dates for my university's orientation program. Wonderful. It's like trying to work with a monkey up your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well if I was a mature age student i would be all set, it says their orientation is on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Student Enrolments 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details will be posted here when available&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already at the point where i'm thinking "I really don't want to do my course" so i'm kinda worried for my work for the year. It's a lot of money if I end up failing or dropping out, and there is no way my parents are gonna foot the bill. They're already talking about selling up the house with me and mitchell both at uni and buying something smaller, possibly by the ocean. Dad has this weird theory that he and mum should spend all their money before they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired yet? No. And it annoys me, no, it irritates me. I've ALWAYS been able to sleep, usually I sleep way too much, but now I just can't get there until at least 3 in the morning. Yesterday when I logged on at 2AM Stephen and Jasha were both on msn, Jasha was drunk and stephen wasn't feeling well so they were both very chummy to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephy asked me today if I ever felt like just screaming. I answered no because I never really have felt like screaming. I'm not into anger really. Sorrow seems to be more my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I sleep better when the cat's on my bed... it makes me feel kinda appreciated. He's asleep there right now, all stretched out, probably moved right into the middle by now so by the time I return he'll have hogged all the covers. Nothing worse than a cover hogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wants to buy me a new doona, I said no. Argh, I already have two. One is purple, and one is black and white. Okay so the black and white one is starting to look a bit old but still. Her logic is that i'll need to take a doona down to uni with me. All good. Then she asks what will happen if I don't get it dry in a day in the cold weather, so she says I should take both my doona's down just in case. All good. Then she says that there'll be nothing to put on my bed up here. And I say that thats okay because nobody will be sleeping in it. Then she asks what I'll sleep in when I come back, and I say I can borrow sheets and stuff off the bunks. And she says what if two people come to stay and dont bring sleeping bags in the two week mid semester break, or 6 week (including exam) mid year break when I happen to be home. And I sigh. And she tells me that her and father have FOUR doonas. Honestly. I don't understand my family sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum looked up my HECS fees, argh university is expensive. Not really looking forward to all that money being taken out of my bank account. I have lots of bank accounts. I'm just soooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find I can have whole telephone conversations with some people where I don't even have to be present. You know those people who call you about some random thing and you end up talking for an hour and a half about absolutely nothing. Not nothing as in my conversations with Joy, at least they contain some substance... well sometimes. I'm talking about those conversations where the other person just talks about their life and repeats the same stories they told you last time you saw them and doesn't actually ask or listen to what you have to say. I dislike those conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:30 and my eyes are threatening to fall out of their sockets. But I doubt i'll be able to sleep when I get to my room, it's just that the screen is so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the mood for something funny go down my left menu and click on the blog "Geese Aplenty". I don't check it regularly anymore but I looked at it the other day and it made me laugh when I wasn't so happy. So snaps to Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I went to Nans today to let the cleaners in because she had to go out. Nan has foxtel so we watched Roswell, finding Nemo, and the Day after tomorrow... okay only a bit of each since we were only there for an hour and a half. If I had cable... *sigh*... I would probably blog less, but only coz my ass would be sitting in front of the tv at all hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... sassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write your blog posts on "edit html" or "compose"?. I always write on edit html because otherwise i feel a bit like a sell out, same reason why i've never used dreamweaver or frontpage to help with my blog template, okay so I didn't design it in the first place... but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113803118810436289?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113803118810436289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113803118810436289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113803118810436289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113803118810436289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-html.html' title='Edit Html'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113792648303971244</id><published>2006-01-22T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:42:16.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaston.</title><content type='html'>I'm not really in the good-vibrations mood right now. I used to love getting Chinese for dinner but it wasn't very nice tonight. Better to have with a glass of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream about going up there&lt;br /&gt;But that is a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing everyone from school again tomorrow, should be good, shall be my first swimming since schoolies so that will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be Ariel, and Belle, and Jasmine. Belle had the whole book thing going for her which was cool because it made her beautiful and smart. Ariel is wonderful because hello, she's a mermaid and Jasmine was cool because she's a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall perhaps ditch the Wilson nickname at univerisity. It's weird to say "hey i'm wilson, well my real name is Katharine but people call me wilson, it's my last name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird with having the whole 'two schools' thing. It's just so different when I hang out with each group, they do different things and like different things and talk about different things, and find different things good and bad. I think I do 'fit' with both groups, at least in most respects, but its hard going from one to another, specially around result time, sitting with the old-school group where probably noone got under 90 for their UAI, talking about doing law and medicine, trying to be quiet. "What are you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when someone says something and it hits you slightly at the time but you totally forget about it. Then, you remember it later and it just starts nagging at you, sometimes it's the nagging as in "i wonder why they said it like that" and sometimes it's just a *smack* in the face. Know what i'm talking about? Oh, well it doesn't matter, I know. Things ALWAYS come back to haunt me. Stupid things I said or did, or just things that I shouldn't have done, or mistakes I made. It's like when I say something wrong there's just this resounding echo in my head of "you shouldn't have done/said that" "you are an idiot". It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss supernatural tomorrow. Upset about that. Asked brother to record it for me, he told me to do it myself, I told him I was going out, he told me to program my VCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head high and reach the top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113792648303971244?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113792648303971244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113792648303971244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113792648303971244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113792648303971244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/gaston.html' title='Gaston.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113792369814350602</id><published>2006-01-22T20:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:54:58.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I should NOT tell you this.</title><content type='html'>You've been working on something for hours, days even, and you finally get it to work. And you're absolutely feeling fantabulous. And then you tell people... and they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to blub - by blub I mean talk, although its normal meaning is cry. And i'm not talking about talking in the general sense, that I have no real problem with, I mean talk as in talk about real things. I always feel this overwhelming sense of "omg I should NOT have told anyone that" after I say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113792369814350602?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113792369814350602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113792369814350602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113792369814350602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113792369814350602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-should-not-tell-you-this.html' title='I should NOT tell you this.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113780279985231131</id><published>2006-01-21T10:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:31:54.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>good tho.</title><content type='html'>It's nice to be awake at a reasonable hour of the day. For some reason this morning I woke up at exactly 6AM. I'm not sure why but I remember looking at the clock and the hands being straight up and down. Then I woke up at exactly 8AM also. Then I finally got up at 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... HSC offers are out and all that. I havent done much HSC blogging, or probably any, since all that hot-stuff started. I got my third preference... s'okay. It was the most boring of all my preferences I would assume. B Management/B Business Administration. The UAI for it went down from last year. My first, second, and fourth preferences all went up above me. Psychology is kinda 'in' at the moment. Oh well, the plan is to transfer after a year, probably the only way i'll finish the degree in any way shape or form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my info packet yesterday, it said "within 7 days" and it arrived the next day, I was impressed. But it was just a booklet on HECS and all that jumbo, and a introduction booklet and a nice letter saying 'welcome'. I'm still waiting for word on accommodation, kinda worried bout that. See if I don't get accommodation i'm kinda screwed. I would have to find some sort of appartment within a couple of weeks. At least I would get my own bathroom. My dad says I should pay my HECS, since i've got the money, its a 20% discount if you pay up front so it's probably worth it. I havent actually looked to see what the actual cost is going to be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mitchell did a 3 year course Dad agreed to pay his accommodation fees for two years and they are still having to decide on who pays the last year. It means that Dad will, at the most, pay for three years of accommodation for me, and since my degree is four years (longer if I transfer) I have to pay for the rest of the accommodation. Argh, I really really really need to get a job. I'm waiting till I get to Uni, because it's rather silly to get a job up here now, since i'll have to quit when I leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to family friends house for dinner. We go every year at christmas but this year mitchell and I were away, and then they had steve's parents staying with them so it was a bit busy. Mitchell couldn't come because he had something on. Margaret went to high school with my mother, and they still keep in contact which is pretty cool. They have two children, Emily and Hannah. Emily is going into year 11 next year and Hannah is going into Year 7. Emily's tossing up what electives to do next year and I recognised the entire conversation we had in the living room. She wants to do a science but is wondering whether to do Bio or Physics. Since they're on different lines if she does Bio she will probably do Music, and if she does Physics she shall do IPT. Scaling would work better with the Physics and IPT I would think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls hung out and played the Sims2. Making me realise just how much I miss it. Argh, actually I think i have a burnt copy somewhere in the house too... for some reason, I wonder if I threw it out. I'm not sure. Maybe I should clean my room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I would like a rug for university, just to make the room mine. And to make it a bit more comfortable. Yes, I think a rug would do nicely. Mother and I went to IKEA the other day and it was like heaven, its a wonderful store. The trip involved us walking round and me going "ooh look, _____'s, do I need a _____?"&lt;br /&gt;I need a spatula. Apparently I have tongs, ooh I will need a can opener. And TOOTHPASTE!! Have I told you about the toothpaste thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother thinks that I will either come back from University 20Kgs heavier or 20Kgs lighter, she thinks this because she knows I cannot cook, and therefore I either will not eat, or I shall eat rubish like chips. Little does she know I dislike chips. I'm kinda over them. Occassionally I shall eat chips if there are a group of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have some more music to put on my iPOD. My main CDs, and I have to organise my CD folder now because it's full and I still have burnt CDs lying around my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Headache. It's really hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here with Jedi Micky Mouse. He's got the big ears and he's wearing a brown robe and holding his very own lightsaber. I stole him from Mitchell's room. He keeps me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on another blog at the moment, trying to make it very very cool but I just can't get it to work. It's frustrating me to no end. Its stuff I havent done before and its taking a long long time but I shall get it eventually. And I've got a couple of template tricks to master and perhaps add to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to tell you the story of how I first started blogging? It was a dark and weary night. Actually I have no idea if it was a weary night, actually I have no idea if it was night at all. I was talking to Kitty, a friend of my brothers, on msn and I was reading her blog. I thought it be cool and I was thinking of starting my own blog. I was also talking to my brother's friend Aaron on msn. Perhaps at the same time, perhaps the next day. Anyway one of us came up with the idea of starting a blog together. So we did. We took the address http://thisisourblog.blogspot.com and began writing random things [Don't try to go to the link now because the blog has since been disbanded and someone else took the address]. After maybe two weeks of this blogging I decided that I wanted to have my own blog where I could write the things that I couldn't write on our shared blog. And so Wilsonz Blog was formed. Yea I know the name is kinda festy by now, but I cannot change it, the world would explode. Anyway, eventually I left the joint blog with Az and he continued it by himself for a while, until eventually it was destroyed. He does not blog any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story? Try listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's leaving party on Monday, I keep thinking *omg I'm gonna miss him* and then I think *actually he's leaving to the same place I'm going so he'll be like 15 minutes away so technically closer than he is at the moment*.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought one of those booklet thingeys for my 18th birthday, you know where everyone's supposed to write in their best wishes and everything. Well we forgot to open it for my birthday so I was thinking of giving it to Steph. I shall mention it next time I see her... so possibly on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Underworld 2. Dont see Underworld 2. Seeing Underworld 2 again tomorrow. Argh, I really don't want to see it again but Maya really wants to see it and I she asked me and I said yes before I realised how crap it actually was. It was just gore, it was rather gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didnt want me to do the B Hotel Management because they thought it was too specified, knowing me I would finish the degree and decide there's something I want to do instead. Probably would happen. Woulda been good tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113780279985231131?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113780279985231131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113780279985231131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113780279985231131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113780279985231131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-tho.html' title='good tho.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113758503523557443</id><published>2006-01-18T22:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:46:10.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of getting rid of my Chatterbox, just keeping the comments. I'm trying to fix up my blog. Okay, so i'm kinda over-fixing it... but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113758503523557443?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113758503523557443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113758503523557443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113758503523557443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113758503523557443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/chat.html' title='Chat.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113749264815858981</id><published>2006-01-17T21:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:10:48.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Money baby.</title><content type='html'>FINISHED MY CRUISER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113749264815858981?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113749264815858981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113749264815858981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113749264815858981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113749264815858981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/money-baby.html' title='Money baby.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113749207364498621</id><published>2006-01-17T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:01:13.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Posty</title><content type='html'>Omg i'm just sitting here laughing. And i'm only half through my cruiser. I'm listening to all my old Cd singles, specifically TOYBOX, 'Best Friend'. Omg it's sooo funny, it's such a boppy song, Alicia knows what i'm talking about, I only bought the single after I listened to it at her house and thought it was just sooo good. Lol. They're kinda like aqua, for those people who havent heard of them, a guy and a girl singing. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who ha who ha&lt;br /&gt;Nanananananana.....Nanananana...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;he's my best friend, best of all best friends,&lt;br /&gt;do you have a best friend too? It tickles in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;he's so yummy yummy, hey, you should get a best friend too.&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello baby, can i see a smile?&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to a party and it's gonna be wild, (ok)&lt;br /&gt;Can i come i am sitting alone?&lt;br /&gt;NO, friends are never alone, (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some pretty girls are in your world,&lt;br /&gt;excuse me I could also girl,&lt;br /&gt;lately everyone is making fun &lt;br /&gt;Nananananana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my best friend best of all best friends,&lt;br /&gt;do you have a best friend to,&lt;br /&gt;it tickles in my tummy, he's so yummy yummy,&lt;br /&gt;hey, you should get a best friend too. (a best friend)&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha &lt;br /&gt;(ah, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha ( nananananana...)&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola baby, let's go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;yea, girls in binki are waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;but i was hoping for a summer romance&lt;br /&gt;so why can't you take a chance? (ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some pretty girls are in your world,&lt;br /&gt;excuse me i could also be your girl,&lt;br /&gt;lately everyone is making fun&lt;br /&gt;Nananananana.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my best friend, best of all best friends,&lt;br /&gt;do you have a best friend too?&lt;br /&gt;it tickles in my tummy he's so yummy yummy,&lt;br /&gt;hey you should get a best friend too. (a best friend)&lt;br /&gt;Who ha, who ha,who ha who ha( who ha, nanananana..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some pretty girls are in your world,&lt;br /&gt;excuse(yea) me i could also be your girl,&lt;br /&gt;lately everyone is making fun....&lt;br /&gt;let's get this party on, hit me with lazer gun&lt;br /&gt;eww woah woah ( c'mom boys)&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha who ha&lt;br /&gt;eww woah woah&lt;br /&gt;you should get a best friend too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my friend best of all best friends,&lt;br /&gt;do you have a best friend too? &lt;br /&gt;it tickles in my tummy he's so yummy yummy,&lt;br /&gt;hey you should get a best friend too ( a best friend).&lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha &lt;br /&gt;who ha who ha ( he's sooooo sweet, nananananana...)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...choo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to 11 wins of Spider Solitare in a row... okay so I was playing 'easy' but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is talking a long time. I'm getting tired. And stephy's away from the computer so i'm not talking... it's quiet... too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading old blog posts has told me a couple of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i think he's psychic, I was just talking about being bored then Terry started talking to me, making me un-bored. Wow. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... back to what I was trying to say before... Reading my old blog posts has taught me stuff... like how I could now, never imagine a life without my new friends. I just can't comprehend not knowing them or spending time with them or anything like that. So ode to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting every single Cd i've ever owned onto my iPOD... then i'm going into my brothers room and stealing some of his... I think this may take a while... darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113749207364498621?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113749207364498621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113749207364498621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113749207364498621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113749207364498621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/posty.html' title='Posty'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113748559986065752</id><published>2006-01-17T18:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:00:00.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alco.</title><content type='html'>This is really strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's been drinking Black Russians lately. The drink. Usually she has one at about 6pm, Mitchell usually makes it for her, she says she sleeps like a baby now. Lol. Anyway she had one today and so I asked if I could have a cruiser and she said "sure" and then father said "get me one" so i'm sitting at the computer drinking a passionfruit cruiser while my father is sitting at his computer drinking a Guava cruiser and mother is in the kitchen cooking and drinking a Black Russian. My brother is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... strange. Okay it's not as bad as it seems, I havent actually had any of my cruiser yet, it's sitting beside me... full but open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm still going through my blog archives. I'm also loading songs onto my iPod. I finally loaded iTunes on this computer so i'm slowly going through my boxed CDs as I move them to the big case that I bought. My brother bought three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird reading all my old blog posts, i'm only skimming through them as I do the pictures but it's still weird. I started this blog in year 10 so it moves through the transition between schools. It's weird going from helani typing on my blog as I post in Computing class to me writing about how I noticed people at the beginning of year 11 to what I think of them now. It's strange. Kinda nostalgic. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, crying is for weirdo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two britney spears singles (from a long long long time ago) and both the Cds are orange. Strange? yes I think so. My father finished his cruiser before I even got through the neck of the bottle. Maybe i'm not quite an alco yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113748559986065752?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113748559986065752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113748559986065752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113748559986065752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113748559986065752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/alco.html' title='Alco.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113738443723633135</id><published>2006-01-16T14:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:18:49.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Solitare</title><content type='html'>Somebody called my mobile at 8:05AM this morning. Now, after going to bed at about 3 you can understand how awake I was when I answered. I'm suprised the ringing actually woke me up, as some of you may know my ringtone is the meow of a cat, I was sleeping in the bunks and my phone was in my room on my desk. I somehow managed to climb down from the bunks, walk to my room, pick up my phone, open it and say "hello". I only remember hearing static noise and I know that i looked at the front of the phone to get the time but I didn't hear a voice so I hung up and went back to bed. I really don't think I was any kind of awake at that point. So sorry if it was anyone I know calling me, the number didn't show up as a name so I assumed I didn't know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember mum coming into the spare room this morning (where I was sleeping) and looking through the pile of stuff on the chair. I woke up then. I also remember her leaving and closing the door which was bad coz it made it quieter and I fell asleep quicker. I also remember Dad coming in and looking at me and going "strange child". I think he wondered what I was doing in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't sleep, and he's like "is something worrying you". Apparently thats usually why people can't sleep. Mother said exactly the same thing when I told her. Hmmmm... I wonder if something is worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COMPUTER WHISTLES!! IT'S ANNOYING ME TO NO END! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to call Joy tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMg it's afternoon... okay it was afternoon when I woke up. Normally midday is the latest I wake up, I don't know why, it's just the total maximum lateness I ever sleep to. Well... today I slept later. Till 12:2-pm. I'm very upset with myself. I hate waking up late, it makes me feel bad. I set my TV to turn on at 9 but I didn't end up sleeping in my room so there was kinda no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I kept thinking about the room I was sleeping in. It used to be my room, before we extended the house. It used to be pink and had floral curtains (the same as it still has) and I had a white bed (which I still have). Mitchell used to sleep in the room next to mine, which is now the computer room, or 'the study' as mum likes to call it. It now has filing cabinets and shelves of folders and two desks with papers all over them. Mum and dad used to sleep in the room I sleep in now. They used to have a little round table in the corner of the double window where their little tv sat, and they use to have a double bed, and they always had a built-in wardrobe, but since I moved in it's been redone. I don't know how old I was when we built the extension, but we used to have a breezeway with the garage and the bathroom and kitchenette on the other side. It took years but mum and dad put in the family room and mitchell's room where the breezeway was and fixed up their room next to the kitchenette + bathroom. I moved into their room since it was bigger than mine, and they said I couldn't have it. Strangely when they moved out there they bought a bigger tv so eventually I ended up in their room with their tv, until I got the one I have now. And hey, I am not a brat (well i can be sometimes but not in this way), I did not ask my parents to buy me a tv, I only have a tv because we had a spare one, and then I got a new one because I inherited it. And I already had an aerial point in my room because it used to be mum and dads. And I got the VCR from somewhere too, so its not like I asked them to spend any money on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113738443723633135?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113738443723633135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113738443723633135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113738443723633135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113738443723633135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/spider-solitare.html' title='Spider Solitare'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113733827459602670</id><published>2006-01-16T02:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:21:26.566+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sleepless'</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. And i dind't think because I turned on this computer without thinking that there's only 24% of battery life remaining and the power cord is in my room and I don't want to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep? I'm tired, i'm really tired, but I can't sleep. My head won't rest, it keeps thinknig and thinking. I think i need a hobby. Any ideas? I would finish painting my dark elves but mitchell sold the paints a long long time ago. My elves are all like half-painted. I think one is fully finished because I was testing the colour. Now I feel like painting them. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Peter a sketchbook, coloured pencils and different shaded pencils for his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about strange things at the moment. I think I really need something new. Which is gonna happen in about a month (touch wood) so I shouldn't really worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sleep in the lounge room and watch farscape but I walked in there a minute ago and it kinda freaks me out. I remember my friend Jess was always afraid of going to sleep in the lounge room, coz it kinda has lace curtains that you can totally see through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched silly movie today. "Get over it". It's the kinda movie that I absolutely love. And i've decided that I don't mind saying that. It's the kinda movie that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried signing into portal the other day because I was looking through my favourites, they've locked us out already. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18% remaining. Still don't know what I should do. Might go for a walk. Actually I think im gonna sleep in the bunks. I'll tell you how it worked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113733827459602670?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113733827459602670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113733827459602670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113733827459602670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113733827459602670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepless.html' title='&apos;Sleepless&apos;'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113730222629139573</id><published>2006-01-15T14:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:02:31.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am slowly... very very slowly... fixing up my blog. I'm up to September 2003. But I started at the beginning. So i'm on month #6. But there were a lot of pictures in the beginning so it should get quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113730222629139573?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113730222629139573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113730222629139573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113730222629139573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113730222629139573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113729295879200410</id><published>2006-01-15T13:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:42:38.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you out yet?</title><content type='html'>I also sometimes think that my world is like that of the Truman Show. And everybody is watching me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i freaking you out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113729295879200410?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113729295879200410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113729295879200410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113729295879200410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113729295879200410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-out-yet.html' title='Are you out yet?'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113724881952336004</id><published>2006-01-15T01:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:26:59.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Late at night...</title><content type='html'>...I say odd things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think my cat is actually a person in a cats body watching and assessing me. Possibly he is a prince. Possibly he is just there judging me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113724881952336004?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113724881952336004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113724881952336004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113724881952336004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113724881952336004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/late-at-night.html' title='Late at night...'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113723554318397712</id><published>2006-01-14T21:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:45:43.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEC.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what a SNEC is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113723554318397712?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113723554318397712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113723554318397712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113723554318397712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113723554318397712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/snec.html' title='SNEC.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113722839173769865</id><published>2006-01-14T18:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:50:52.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must disable the disableing of the right clicking on my blog. Its annoying. I want to right click. It's just sooo much easier, specially when i'm going through and trying to save pictures. Must not forget Gilmore Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. When you go to "edit posts" on blogger you can see a maximum of 300 posts on the main page. Or, you may search for posts by post title. Problem: I have over 700 blog posts in my blog, I am looking for posts right at the beginning, in the second month of life, none of these posts have titles. Fun fun fun. Nah, I found a way to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to enable quick edit and do some template frelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113722839173769865?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113722839173769865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113722839173769865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113722839173769865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113722839173769865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/must-disable-disableing-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113720621837703291</id><published>2006-01-14T12:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:37:36.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistler.</title><content type='html'>Um... Argh I had something very important to say. But now I have no idea what it is. Drat. Oh well. I'm sure to think of something just as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 700th blog post wasn't really that exciting, actually it was rather unworthy. But it would be wrong for me to go in and edit it to make it longer and more interesting. Yes... it would be wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain may be a bit mushy. Last night I made a cool wallpaper for my computer from random photos. Wanna see? It's kinda hard to see properly coz its too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2006/January06/wallpprprev.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep worrying that i'm gonna forget toothpaste for university. Yes, thats what I worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has little or no substance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all Pyjamas should have monkeys on them. Yes thats right, I now have a monkey thing when it comes to pyjamas. And they were 40% off! The lady tried to tell us that they weren't, and we had to tell her that she was all wrong. And then she laughed and her and my mother complained about the marking system in Myer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an address book that I got for my birthday... cept I havent put any addresses in it yet. Possibly I should. But I really don't know anyone's address. Oops reminds me, I have to sms Kath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Hilary Duff's newest movie again "The Perfect Man". I think I remember it being horrible. But I would like to give it a second chance, anyway it was before her identity crisis so its still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have a couple more computer things to do to get organised. Have to grab my favourites off Dads computer and put them on here. And *dear god* go through all the documents that are now on here and sort them out into folders that clearly identify the type and style of document they are, for easy access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud, I was totally quick on imood when they were changing from email addresses as sign ins to usernames. And I snagged the username "wilson" wooo! Wonderful! but now I forget it every time I try and log in so it gets right messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go through my photobucket account and tidy it up but i worry about my archives going *boom* and the pictures not working. Which shall be a shame. I could possibly go through my archives page by page and make sure all the pictures are working, and sort them into groups by year in my photobucket account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a website but I don't know what to make it about. I could totally have a flash banner and everything. Lol. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 250 rotating quotes on my blog. Did I say that already? Or possibly last blog post. I'm not sure if I did or not. I havent tried the green cordial and lemonade experiement yet. Someone drank my can of lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother prefers Solo, My father Coke, My brother Sprite, and I prefer Fanta. So of course we always buy Pepsi. Nah. I'm kidding. Wow its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter is up to 6800. Want me to tell you the truth? I started the counter on about 3000. I know... me bad. But I put the current counter in fairly recently, and originally I had another counter that climbed all the way to 3000 on its own over time, but something happend, possibly I just lost the counter when I changed over the template at some point. So technically I didn't cheat. Okay well maybe I kinda did, just a little bit. I'm sitting on my blog page refreshing so I can look at all my quotes. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's girl has been in my head for a long long time, like a week, since I watched Suddenly 30. Anyway, when I was in the Reject Shop the day before yesterday it started playing on their radio. Coincidence? Or am I in a controlled world like the Truman Show where people in sound proof booths are mocking me to the tune of annoying songs that are stuck in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah I forgot... since i put in this blog template i've been annoyed with the fact that it only displays the title of your blog post if it is the first post for the day, because it it put after the date tag. So I must find a way to change it. Because my post titles are always exciting and wonderful and thrilling and spectacular and wonderous (like wonderful but bigger) and pretty and witty and terrific and all those kinds of things that sound similar but are slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just taken all my favourites off dads computer, now I must go through them, order them and put them on here. Argh but I don't want too... it so much work.. there are soo many, its rather annoying. + I have to also go through all the ones from my computer and order them and delete the ones that don't work and change the redirected ones and delete the ones that are no needed and add ones that are moreso needed and then I shall go through the links on my blog and fix them up, probably add some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls is on tonight. Woo! Yay! I'll probably find some way to miss it somehow, even though i'm not doing anything and have nothing planned. Possibly I will still be on this computer and just happen to completely forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to throw out my business studies text books, and my english books, and ipt text books, i want to keep everything and keep reading and learning and become smarter and more smart. *stop* *think* crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums making me go through my books to see which ones she can sell back to the school. I shall not let her sell them. But I shall lend some to family friends going into year 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hurley: Was it a dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: It wasn't a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Hurley: If you didn't see it, how do you know it wasn't a dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Dinosaurs are extinct.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't find the Sims. I've been through every single thing in my room, every single thing in my brothers room, the computer box cupboard, the games cupboard. There is really nowhere else it could be. I'm sure i wouldn't have lent it to anyone.. at least I dont think i would have. Argh. Very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer whistles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113720621837703291?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113720621837703291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113720621837703291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113720621837703291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113720621837703291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/whistler.html' title='Whistler.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113715860038175894</id><published>2006-01-13T23:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:23:20.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On/Off</title><content type='html'>Peter's party was tonight. I just got back. I have a headache. I took two cruisers because I thought it radical to dance the night away. No. I took one for steph but she didn't want it so I gave it to Tahli instead. Ironically one cruiser was 330mL and the other was 275mL. They were both pineapple and rather gross. I had some of Jasha's stuff but it wasn't that great, not as terrible as the other stuff Jasha was pouring out later that was supposed to taste like licorice (yeah i dont like that stuff either). I has some of Peter's red vodka, urg. Honestly I cannot find a single kind of alcohol that i like. Cept raspberry cruisers. Probably the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 700th blog post. I remember noting my 600th so I may backtrack and find out how many days it took me to post 100 times. Then I shall divide by number of days and posts and carry the four and work out... uh... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed at schoolies when the group was playing spin the bottle (with a small group of us un-drunkens watching) that the boys were happy to kiss some girls (for extended periods of time) and some of the other girls they gave a tiny peck too and tried to avoid generally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is babbling. And its annoying. Turn it off please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113715860038175894?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113715860038175894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113715860038175894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113715860038175894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113715860038175894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/onoff.html' title='On/Off'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113712694179513906</id><published>2006-01-13T15:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:35:41.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In Absentia.</title><content type='html'>:o I think my father's going to go back to work. He's on the telephone talking to some guy saying "I'm happy to work if it works for me". And then he started talking about me. And then I poked my tongue out at him. And then he told the man on the other end that I poked my tongue out at him. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mix green cordial syrup and lemonade. I wonder what it will taste like... hmmmm. But I wont try it now... coz the Lemonade isn't cold. But I shall put some in the fridge tonight and try it tomorrow maybe. Hmmm... I hope its yum. If its gross... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember my mother using phrases like "After the HSC I won't bug you anymore" during the HSC. And now that its over she's yelling at me to get off the computer STILL! Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished going through Gilmore Girls quotes. Wow I found heaps. So now i'm gonna have a look at other shows I want. Farscape is also done. Stargate is done to the extent that I want it to be done. I'm not sure if I want any more buffy ones on there. Kinda done to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113712694179513906?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113712694179513906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113712694179513906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113712694179513906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113712694179513906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-absentia.html' title='In Absentia.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113707056591415699</id><published>2006-01-12T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:18:23.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of the Cat. Catwoman.</title><content type='html'>I am going to end up a Cat Lady. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Any hope for the Cat lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Producers. Thought it was funny. This keyboard is quite loud. I'm the only one in the room, dads gone to bed. Pretty early for him, since its even before 11. Weird. Strange. He didn't even play golf today... i dont think... actually wait, he did, so thats why he's tired. You know a round of gold costs him $37. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll end up getting eaten by my cats. Well they can be vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nice to see everyone at the movies today. Hadn't seen Rishi or Chris since schoolies, or Josh since even before schoolies. So was nice to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have eaten dinner before the movie, but I wasn't hungry right, so I get home and have a cup'a soup for dinner. Argh, hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy left two tops at my house last time she same over, for me to try on. I wore the black one out today. Omg it fits! Guess what size it is? It's a small. Yes I know. Wow. I'm very proud. But I probably stretched it, sorry sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through Gilmore Girls quotes and I've realised that I missed Brad. Paris terrorising Brad when they were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paris: What if I fall for him but he doesn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;Rory: You'll find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What if there is no one else?&lt;br /&gt;Rory: Then you'll get some cats.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113707056591415699?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113707056591415699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113707056591415699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113707056591415699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113707056591415699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/lady-of-cat-catwoman.html' title='Lady of the Cat. Catwoman.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113703680652434195</id><published>2006-01-12T14:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:17:20.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Save as Draft.</title><content type='html'>Supernatural looks pretty good on the advertisements. Okay yeah I know, its just Jensen Ackles and Jared Padelecki that really make the show look good. =) It's the best of two worlds, Alec from Dark Angel and Dean from Gilmore Girls. Its wonderful. The show was on in the states and I tried to watch an episode but I couldn't get into it so I channel flicked. But the ads make it look good. Not sure if i'll watch it yet. It's 8:30 monday and Veronica Mars is on at 7:30 and Charmed at 9:30 so thats a lota tv for a girl my size. I really don't like charmed at all anymore, but I watched it yesterday because there was nothing else on and it wasn't too terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time building theme parks at the moment. I made a great one but I was having money problems and then the game shut down so I lost it all. My first park is still around tho. Everyone keeps complaining that they're hungry or thirsty and I have like 7 Food and Drink shops. Rather annoying. And people keep vomiting. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to add more quotes to my rotational thing. I've added some farscape ones and some more Firefly to a temp doc that i'll publish when I've collected all the ones I want. Looking for some more Gilmore Girls ones and maybe even Dark Angel. There are really too many buffy ones to even consider starting to go through them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies tonight. Seeing the producers at 6:4-pm. Not a movie I particularly want to see but i'm starting to miss my friends so i'm kinda going to see them again, though I shall see most of them tomorrow at Pete's shindig. I bought him a present today. Went shopping with Mum, Nan and Mitchie. We had to take Nan's car because Dad was at golf with his friend Peter. Nans car has a disabled sticker because she doesn't move around so good so we got a really good spot. Somehow mother still managed to park in a position that prevented me from being able to get out my door. I had to slide across the other side. Anyway we went into K-mart and Target and the Newsagent outpost and the Reject shop and Howards Storage world. Mitchell went to EB but I could not acompany him as I had to go to Target with mother and Nan. We had food, I got chinese at the new noodle place (it wasn't great, i feel kinda sick now), mitchell got a pie, nan got a muffin and mum also got chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble thinking of what I wanted to get Pete for his birthday, it is his 18th afterall so you go through the normal options. Alcohol - I wouldn't know what to get and he drinks too much anyway. A nice shot glass - he's kinda more of a straight-out-of-the-bottle person. A nice lighter - I do not condone his social smoking in any way shape or form. Something for his car - he already has a fluffy dice. OC - he already has it on DVD. So in the end I bought him something. Put it in a nice bag with frogs on it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still organising quotes. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this is being retarded. Msn keeps signing me in and out and people aren't getting my messages, and the internet is being screwey and I just lost an entire two paragraphs of blog post. And I have no idea how. Argh i think i'm gonna punch something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good paragraph too. Artistic and Philosphical thoughts about life and death and all those kinds of things. Actually I think the lost paragraph actually contained the answer to the meaning of life. And no, I do not mean 42 (I slept through that movie =).). So we are now all robbed of answers because my stupid internet is being a pain. It's very tempremental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hits save button*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113703680652434195?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113703680652434195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113703680652434195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113703680652434195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113703680652434195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/save-as-draft.html' title='Save as Draft.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113694997918826071</id><published>2006-01-11T14:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:18:53.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural post next.</title><content type='html'>I think my brother may have a girl over at the moment. But I can't tell for sure. Let me explain to you the clues that have led me to this assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue#1: Mitchell has been spending a lot of time with this girl Brooke, she's a friend of a friend and they went ice skating about a week ago and he didn't come home that night at all (mother and dad were so worried they even gave me the 'you must always call and tell us where you are' lecture). Apparently the two of them stayed up talking all night. He got home at about 9am and slept through the day. She also came over on saturday and sat in her car talking to him for like an hour. She also came over a couple of days ago and they sat in the lounge room with the door closed and watched scrubs, she stayed the night in the spare room (he said) but when I went to bed at 2:30am mitchells door was still open (which means he wasn't in his room sleeping because he always shuts the door when he goes to bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue#2: I was meant to be going to the movies today with Megs but Mum and Dad had to go into the city so it became too hard for me to get anywhere. I told him that I wasn't going out anymore yesterday and he said "Why, what happened?". Now this is a very unusual response for my brother, usually he would not care in the slightest. Which leads me to the assumption that he was planning something, probably someone to come over since the house would have been empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #3: This morning my brother stole the DVD player from my room (I keep moving Dads new DVD player from the lounge room to my room so that I can watch Farscape in bed coz it gets so hot in the lounge room). I was asleep but he was very loud and woke me up and didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #4: The lounge room door is closed. Usually doors stay open in our house, the only reason to close the room would be air conditioning related but he could have just turned on the 'kitchen' air conditioning to make sure that whole end of the house was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #5: He came into my room a second time this morning to get the remote for the DVD player. Now this was not within breathing time of him actually getting the player, it was probably an hour after (but don't trust me coz I was%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay wow. So i'd typed this big and pretty blog post and then my computer went "vrum" and shut down. So the above stuff is what I got back when I clicked the "Recover post" button. There was more. And it was interesting. But i have no idea what I had written and theres no way I could make it interesting for a second time. So now i'm grumpy. And this keyboard is making a lot of noise. I broke my longest nail because I was having trouble typing. Now the same finger on the other hand's nail is growing a bit too long. Oh woe is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brother's being a little bit selfish. He lives at university right, but his university is only 40minutes drive away. And he can drive. It's not like he 'needs' to live there or anything, we had problems his first year because he didn't have his Ps yet so thats why he started living in in the first place. Now we need somebody to feed the cat. My uncle lives across the street and is happy to feed the cat whenever we ask but we can't ask him to do it all the time, it's just not fair. My parents want my brother to come home for three nights each week to feed the cat in the mornings and night time. He doesn't want to come home at all. My brothers solution is to put the cat in a cattery. I'm not fond of that idea and dad probably hates it. Tom likes his space. The other option is to get a house sitter to live in our house and feed the cat. Mum finds the idea a little creepy and I do too. My problem with that would be that I have a two week break mid semester (if i get into uni, touch wood) and I would want to come home and there would be strangers living in our house for that time. Annoying yes. Creepy moreso. I've offered to come home on the bus every weekend if my parents need me to look after the cat but weekends are the best I can do since its 4hrs by bus, 40minutes by train, and probably another hour by bus again. Mum doesn't want me to come home and she says its gonna be terrible for me but if they need me at home i'm happy to make the trip. It's not for long anyway. I spoke to my brother about it today and he said that if he does come home then feeding the cat means he can't go out at night or in the morning (he means going to the city all night and getting back the next day). Duh. If he was at uni he wouldn't be able to do that anyway. I just think he's being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to organise my computer. Moving stuff from dads to mine and vice versa. It's very annoyingly hard. Oh a positive note I burnt my second and third CDs today. I forgot how and it was annoying to remember again. I asked my brother to show me and he's like "it's easy" and then he tried to do it on dads computer and he's like "huh, thats odd". Lol. He couldn't get it to work either. =p to him. Anyway I got it to work, the amount of junk I had to move took up two CDs and about 12 floppy disks. I started with the floppy disks coz I like them better. Yeah i know, i'm so old fashioned. This computer doesn't have a mouse which I still find a little difficult to handle. When trying to organise and order my documents a mouse is handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn's being a poo. It keeps signing me in and out and in and out. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was researching the movie "Yours, mine and ours" today on the net. Alicia and I saw the end of a preview for it when we saw Just like Heaven. It's got the girl from Sky High. I saw her in a disney channel movie when i was in the states, it also had another disney actress who was from "The Suite life of Zack and Cody", another program I got hooked on over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive fallen in love with Gilmore Girls again. Though I hate dean. I want marty to come back more often. And I miss Dave, he was perfect. But see he had to leave to go on the OC as Seth. I don't know which show I liked him better in. Dave is a wonderful character but I like Seth too. Ooh I can't choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113694997918826071?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113694997918826071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113694997918826071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113694997918826071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113694997918826071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/supernatural-post-next.html' title='Supernatural post next.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113688892911674911</id><published>2006-01-10T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:38:53.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop test.</title><content type='html'>I can feel something under the table with my foot. I was worried for a minute coz it could possibly be a fleeing object from my father's dinner this night but it's not squishy. I'm trying to guess what it is. It's quite small. Seems to be the size of my second big toe. I'm in the study so it could be any kind of stationary. Ooh its possibly one of those things that you used to keep paper together. Not a bulldog clip but like one. Smaller, you load it into a machine. Okay i'm gonna go look now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cover for one of the screws for the chair that i'm sitting on. Darn. I wasn't even close. Now I realise that my above guess would have been colder. I'll put it back in the chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Alicia today and saw Just Like Heaven. Mark Ruffalo's a sweetie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up late last night for no particular reason. I'm very annoying. Anyway went into my room at about 2 and then proceeded to watch an episode of buffy that i had recorded off tv. Annoyingly I didn't rewind the tape so it only fit one of the two episodes I had hoped to record. Oh well, there will be another two eps on next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to call megan back. Bout stuff tomorrow. My parents have to go get their Yellow Fever needles. Since I have a two week break in the middle of the semester I asked my father where he and mother would be in the world at the time. Answer = London, Eurodisney + Jamaica. Wow. I was thinking of hopping on an aeroplane and meeting them over there somewhere for a week. But then I think about having to do work, and that I should be using those two weeks to study for exams and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still watching Season 1 Farscape for the second time. Why? Because I need a hobby. I'm waiting for Gilmore Girls to come out on DVD in Australia. But then i think I shall wait and hope it comes out in smaller packaging. I'm sick of having such big cases for each season. My brother counted. We have 18 seasons of television in our house, not including three half seasons of buffy and a simpsons disk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. At 2AM this morning I was trying to get my counter up to 6666. Now as I look at it it's on 6676. Impressive. Although most of the views are actually me because I go to my blog and then use it to look at everyone else's blog through my links. So I keep refreshing the page and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out how many fingers I use to type with. It turns out i'm using my left pointer finger, my right pointer finger and my right middle finger with occational help from my right pinkie to press the shift key. Woo! I'm a four finger typist!! Oh and I never press capslock. EVEN WHEN I TYPE LIKE THIS I USE MY RIGHT PINKIE TO HOLD DOWN THE SHIFT KEY. I remember them teaching us in primary school how to type. They would tell us to use the CAPSLOCK key but I never would. Kinda like when I spell something out and I always say "s, s" instead of "double s". Strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want some new quotes for my blog. I was fixing up my favourites and I found a website that has rotating quotes. It also has rotating pictures. I know what the code would be so i'm thinking about putting them in. But then I have to photobucket all the images. I'm doing it with my blinkies anyway. That took me ages to make work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ususlly starts with a really vivid dream. Then I wake up and i'm groggy. I can use that and make stuff up in my head and it's still really vivid. It can feel really real. Then of course I realise, at some point, that it isn't real and that I am not paying enough attention to what is real and then I feel all unhappy and stuff. I wanna be Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that Ashley owes my $15 and Chris owes me $20 because i'm broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The males in my family reach a certain age and then suddenly become gardeners, its a gradual thing. My brother started early because he's kind of strange in that way. Both my grandfathers loved gardening. Now my father is totally into planting and potting and watering and talking about shade and sprinklers and seedlings. Mum does it too. Probably because her father was a gardener. He used to come over to our house and garden here, probably because our garden was much bigger than his. My dads dad was a gardener too but kinda different. He grew Azaleas, hundreds of them seriously. He used to sell them and make money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive mozzie bite on my foot is itchy again. Argh. It's gone down but it was honestly the size of a 10c piece. And it didn't have the white bit in the middle, it was just all red. Dad said it could be a spider bite and asked me if i'd walked anwhere barefoot. Well I walked to the clothes line in the dark on saturday night, and I walked to the gate twice on the same night. I love looking it and seeing it change colour because the blood is flowing through it. It kinda flashes between red and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people use my name in the middle of sentences when they're talking to me. I think it shall become a pet peeve of mine. You know, at the end of sentences. It makes me feel like they're talking down to me or something. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee makes you jittery yes? Well after the movie dad asked me to buy him a coffee so I bought one and waited down in the car park for him and I got all jittery. I kept tapping the coffee and looking all around me. Interesting. I should authorise a case study. If I am in close proximity to coffee I get jittery. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate walking round the shops. I always think that everyone is looking at me and judging me. Yes, it seems I am paranoid. Anyway by thinking that people are judging me and thinking that they are better than me I therefore resent and hate them. Which makes me hostile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Terry have no idea what brownie points are. Honestly, boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113688892911674911?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113688892911674911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113688892911674911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113688892911674911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113688892911674911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/pop-test.html' title='Pop test.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113681809061531530</id><published>2006-01-10T01:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:48:10.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie's Girl</title><content type='html'>Now I have this song stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie is a friend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, he's been a good friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;But lately somethin's changed, it ain't hard to define&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's watchin' him with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it&lt;br /&gt;And he's holdin' her in his arms, late late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a woman like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll play along with the charade&lt;br /&gt;There doesn't seem to be a reason to change&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I feel so dirty when they start talkin' cute&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is prob'ly moot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's watchin' him with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it&lt;br /&gt;And he's holdin' her in his arms, late late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a woman like that? &lt;br /&gt;Like Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a woman&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a woman like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time&lt;br /&gt;Wond'rin' what she don't see in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've been funny I've been cool with the lines&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way love's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, where can I find a woman like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find a woman like that? &lt;br /&gt;Like Jessie's girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had Jessie's girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113681809061531530?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113681809061531530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113681809061531530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113681809061531530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113681809061531530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/jessies-girl.html' title='Jessie&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113681727913140774</id><published>2006-01-10T00:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:34:39.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo.</title><content type='html'>I have this song stuck in my head atm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;LYRICS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone&lt;br /&gt;i hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;just like a prayer you know i'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice, i hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;feels like flying&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes, oh God i think i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;out of the sky, i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;heaven help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;just like a prayer, i know...&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees i know i'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a child you whisper softly to me&lt;br /&gt;you're in control just like a child&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dancing&lt;br /&gt;it's like a dream, no end and no beginning&lt;br /&gt;you're here with me, it's like a dream&lt;br /&gt;let the choir sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees i'm gonna take you there&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;down on my knees, i wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight hour i can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;just like a prayer you know i'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone&lt;br /&gt;i hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like home&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its really annoying. I won't stop singing. And I don't even know the words, well I know more of them now, because of the lyrics being above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113681727913140774?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113681727913140774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113681727913140774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113681727913140774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113681727913140774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/poo.html' title='Poo.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113677869266178559</id><published>2006-01-09T13:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:52:28.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston.</title><content type='html'>We have a problem. See we have a cat. And the cat needs to be fed. And I shall be at university and not able to feed the cat. And my brother shall be at university and not able to feed the cat. See my dilemma? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having bloggers-block. Sure I can blog... but I don't blog that much anymore, and I can never think of anything interesting to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and I have started a new project by the way. Don't ask about it, it's still in the 'need-to-know' stage.  I think thats a good name for everything that Joy and I try and start... projects. We like starting projects. We're not so great at the finishing them though. Actually we're pretty lousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had weird dreams last night. A cross between episodes of lost and something to do with wolves (probably from narnia). There was a mission, as in a place not a thing to do, and my family bought a new house. My bedroom had stairs in it and a bathroom on the top. It was strange. The wolves were evil tho, they were trying to kill me and the people I was with and I kept getting bitten and scratched and i had to try and protect the people i was with because they were younger children. Ooh and at some point I was with someone (probably my brother) and we were looking for somewhere to go (I think we were at a theme park like disneyland) but the restaurant was closed and I couldn't find a pay phone. Oh yes, it was confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? Am I a nerd? I know im not a goth. Or an emo. Argh. Emos are evil. I have often had to explain the term emo to adults, they do not understand. First my mother, then my father and his friend Garth when he came over for dinner. I quite like Garth. He was always nice. He went to University with my dad and now he does something to do with mines. We used to have dinner/lunch with him and his family every year around christmas time, but about a year ago he got a divorce so this year it was just with him, which was nice. I've never gotten on with his children very well, Gemma is about my brother's age and Nathan is a few years older than that. And his ex-wife Erica always kind of scared me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113677869266178559?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113677869266178559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113677869266178559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113677869266178559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113677869266178559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/houston.html' title='Houston.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113673207036223666</id><published>2006-01-09T01:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:55:02.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Date?</title><content type='html'>Do you want me to tell you whats going on in my nose right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing strange is happening in my nose. It's a quote. From my latest craze, Farscape. Wooo! I'm in love. Finished watching season 1, started watching season 1 again since I can't open season 2. Although I really really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm posting at odd hours because last night I had friends over and Stephy and I didn't go to sleep until 5:45am. Woke up again at 10:30am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family seems to be having a mini-family feud at the moment. On my mothers side which is strange, havent heard of them fighting before. My mothers sister has borrowed money from my Grandmother. My dad kinda looks after nans finances, since pop died dad has paid her bills for her (not actually giving her the money but organising her cash flow and all that). Families and money just don't work. I mean my dads side of the family had a whole blow-out over money borrowed and then over my grandads will. See my dads very good at all that stuff. Organising money and making the most out of everything. See his dad had barely any money. Dad had to support himself and get himself through university on scholarships, then mum and he saved every penny and bought a house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to Nans today coz she wanted some dates for her Art Society stuff. I was feeling terrible, I was tired, and I was possibly going to throw up so we didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything about life. I probably never will. Not until i'm dead at least. Maybe there's some fun in not knowing, when you think about it. A book is never any good if you know whats gonna happen, and if you do know whats gonna happen your choices mean absolutely nothing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Principal Dates for 2006 (pattern 7-2-6-6-7-2-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1&lt;br /&gt;Orientation/Registration Week 13 -17 February &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 1-7          20 February – 7 April &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 8-9          10 – 21 April (Class free period)  &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 10-15        24 April – 2 June &lt;br /&gt;Examination session          7 – 23 June &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 2&lt;br /&gt;Registration Week 10 – 14 July &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 1-7          17 July – 1 September &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 8-9          4 – 15 September(Class free period) &lt;br /&gt;Weeks 10-15        18 September – 27 October &lt;br /&gt;Examination session           1 – 17 November &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113673207036223666?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113673207036223666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113673207036223666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113673207036223666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113673207036223666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/date.html' title='Date?'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113663045836486599</id><published>2006-01-07T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:40:58.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEIRA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AN OLD FART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B GOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113663045836486599?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113663045836486599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113663045836486599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113663045836486599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113663045836486599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/woooooooooo.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113653266189659031</id><published>2006-01-06T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:31:01.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots are underrated.</title><content type='html'>Rar. I used to write poetry on my blogs. OKay it was pretty bad poetry but I still used to do it. I'm also having trouble typing, on a completely different topic, because one of my nails is long, so long that it is being rather annoying. My brother is going out tonight, his friend Luke is here in the lounge room and they're going to the movies with Claire from uni and someone else I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is on the internet! Wooo! Go the power!! It's so fancy and shiny and everything. Dad spent about half an hour on the fellytone talking to some guy about why the cd said the wrong modem brand and that he couldn't find the numbers. Then he yelled at me for leaving the room while he was on the phone for half an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in my pajamas, not the ones I was wearing yesterday tho. I'm all clean and have to find some time to straighten my hair. I shall soon. My nose is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly tho, this computer is not picking up anything on my blog site, it comes up as an empty white page. Not even "cannot find page". I'm sitting next to my father. My computer is shinier than his. He's researching Disneyland for his trip with mother. They're leaving in 6 short weeks. Just before I go to university so that means my brother is most likely going to have to drive me down with all my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to New Zealand with Rosie, Megan, Maya and Kath because my Uni apparently starts on the 20th of February. Kinda early but there's nothing wrong with that. There's a two week break from classes mid semester and a bigger break in the middle of the year. I think i'm gonna miss everyone. Kinda scared. It's pretty far away. And I can't drive yet. But see I saw this nice car sitting by the side of the road and it was automatic and it was red and shiny and it was for sale and I like it but it would almost be ridiculous to buy a car while I only have my Ls but i spose I could just finish learning on it and then i wouldnt have to worrry about looking for a car after I get my Ps. The problem with cars tho, is not the purchase price, it's the cost of running one. Petrols terrible now and there's insurance and all those fancy things. And if it's not going to be desperately needed it almost isn't worth it. Oh well. Driving = death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also shellfish = death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so i've heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113653266189659031?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113653266189659031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113653266189659031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113653266189659031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113653266189659031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/carrots-are-underrated.html' title='Carrots are underrated.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113652602735810272</id><published>2006-01-06T14:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:40:27.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2Do</title><content type='html'>I have things to do. So why am I blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all I have to clean my room. Somehow it has become messy again and it must be stopped!&lt;br /&gt;I also have to make the internet work on my computer (i am on my fathers, I am always on my fathers), which means i need to find usernames and passwords and account information.&lt;br /&gt;I also should get dressed, no I am not naked, gross, I am still in my PJs.&lt;br /&gt;Straightening my hair should also happen soon, i am not looking forward to it coz its all hot and i generally burn myself like 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to watch more Farscape, I have about 6ish episodes left of season 1. But the problem lies that if I finish watching season 1 I will have nothing to do until March when my brother gets season 2 for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Mother wants me to finish cleaning my computer, and also to give her lessons on how to use it. I've gone through about half of the documents and organised them but I still have to do the odd things like organise my favourites and settings and all those things.&lt;br /&gt;Mother also keeps telling me to fill in my address book that I got for my birthday, I could/should also add the contacts to my iPod but I am not absolutely sure how yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113652602735810272?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113652602735810272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113652602735810272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113652602735810272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113652602735810272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/2do.html' title='2Do'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113644604512012853</id><published>2006-01-05T16:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:27:25.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>My father was the first person on either side of our family to go to university. And he got four degrees. Nerd. He happily tells the story of one year when he had been studying consistently throughout the semester and it came to the day before the exam and he knew absolutely everything, so he had nothing to study and he watched the midday movie instead. He also tells the story of his first semester at university when he got four high distinctions. He also paid his own way through university moving lawns on saturdays and through scholarships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no cold soft drink in the bar fridge, yet we have half a dozen cold cruisers in there, a dozen crowns, and a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling apple fruit drink. I am going to take up drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lazy day today. Right. You know, when you stay in your pajamas like all day and do absolutely nothing. Well I planned one of them and 10minutes after my parents and nan left for the bank this van arrives at the gate. I'm like "oh god, oh god, i'm in my pajamas. I don't want them to kill me in my pajamas". Anyway I was forced to answer the door since my brother was still not home from going ice skating last night. The man was delivering a package for my father. I had to sign for it. In pajamas, with hair unbrushed. Just before he left he said "Enjoying the school holidays are we". Hehehe. I laughed. And then ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought Farscape on DVD. Argh. It was $45. Which is very very cheap seeing as though it is normally sold for $115. He bought season 1 and mother bought him season 2 for his birthday in march. I also bought him Muppet Treasure Island for his birthday in march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in watching crappy movies a second time in the hope that they will improve with experience. Said theory does not work with Legally Blonde 2. It is just as awful the second time around, if not more so. Evil Evil movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy's back on tv. After the double episodes of LOST on Monday nights. There are two episodes of buffy. So don't ask me what time I went to bed. Its season2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113644604512012853?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113644604512012853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113644604512012853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113644604512012853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113644604512012853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113635703962948205</id><published>2006-01-04T17:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:43:59.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooooooovies!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember the tv show Ghost Writer? It used to be on Saturday mornings... my brother and I used to wake up and climb into mum n dads bed of a saturday morning and watch tv, because it was the only way we could watch tv in bed. Sometimes mother stayed with us but most of the time she left. Dad never stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling owie the past two days. Only for like 2 minutes at a time, and only like 6 times a day but its still weird. Maybe i'm dying. Omg maybe I've contracted bird flu from my cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who know about Saturday... Wooo I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my preferences today. Mother asked if I felt better about having them all sorted out. I kinda shrugged. I had a "maybe I don't even wanna go to University" day today. The sentence just popped into my head for a while. I'm over it now... mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooooovies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113635703962948205?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113635703962948205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113635703962948205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113635703962948205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113635703962948205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/mooooooooovies.html' title='Mooooooooovies!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113611761631481885</id><published>2006-01-01T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:13:36.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Party year.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know... i'm 17 hours and 43 minutes late ringing in the new year... but I just woke up. Go me, out partying and all that. Went into the city with Megs, Rosie, Kath, Rachel, Paula, and Maya, we met Debbie, Mariel and Annick in there a little later. This year we went big-time and stayed out for the midnight fireworks. It was a little scary actually. At about 11pm Megan and I had to go to the bathroom so we made out way through the crowds to try and find them. It was exciting. Heaps of people were stupid drunk, weird since there was a bag search as you went in and they were checking for glass bottles and alcohol but somehow a lot of people still managed to get shitfaced. Shitfaced - I dont think i should use that word, it seems to nasty, drunk sounds better. Anyway my mind is fuzzy about times but I know we were back at Megans place and sleeping by 3am pretty much. Then I woke up at about 9:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange right, my brother went into the city too and ironically ended up at the same place as me and my friends (like last year... coinsidence?). Anyway he and his friends left our house 15 minutes before I did. He drove to Balmain or something and went a totally different way but we both got to the city at exactly the same time. We also got back to our respective sleeping places at exactly the same time even though he hung out after the fireworks for like an hour. And we both woke up at exactly the same time the next morning. AND we both arrived at our real home at exactly the same time, like his car drove in right behind mother and me. Argh creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the house and I was lying down in the family room and my brother walked in and said "I feel like greasy food" so we got in the car and went to McDonalds, mum ended up driving because I don't think she trusted him to drive in his post-toxication state. Yes, he had a bit of a hangover. So trusty McDonalds was open and we brought that home and ate it and then I fell asleep. And my ice melted into my fanta and it ended up tasting all yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 46 degrees outside. For those of us with us from another country, that is in celcius. 114.8 degrees Fahrenheit. Our air conditioning has stopped working properly, but it does bring the rooms down to 30'degrees C. I hope we're having ice for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is becoming more and more annoying every day. I think one day I shall end up scratching it out of my head. - And now if I do end up doing that and you seem suprised... well then you've been warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room has pretty much been cleaned. I still have a pile of folder things on my chair... and my desk is full of crap... but uh... other than that it's totally fine. Didn't find the sims2. And annoyingly we can't find the Netgear CD that makes the internet work. And without the internet connection I cannot register my version of Office. So I can use it 48 more times and if we do not find the disk before that time everything is going to go *boom*. Like the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first semi-normal blog post in a while. Don't read too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Joy. Nobody is home. Strange. Oh well. My bad. Should have called earlier. Will sms her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still tired. Have this sudden urge to play Theme Park world. But I don't know which computer its on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113611761631481885?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113611761631481885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113611761631481885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113611761631481885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113611761631481885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-party-year.html' title='2006 Party year.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113598545636689057</id><published>2005-12-31T10:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:41:06.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2005, i'll miss you.</title><content type='html'>Well it's the last day of 2005. Makes me feel all blubbery inside. I've decided to make New Years Resolutions this year, I don't normally make them. It's not because I break them, it's because I just forget about them. ...and then end up breaking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cereal. Weetbix in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't have any cereal. And I pick up this blog post at 2:27 in the afternoon. I've loaded The Hobbit, all three LOTR books, the first four harry potter novels, and the first half of the fifth harry potter novel onto my iPod. Hehehehe. It's realy good to listen to. I've started listening to OOTP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the year, making me kinda sad, actually I think I will miss 2005. I wonder what 2006 will be like. If I had more time i'd do a 2005 year in a review post with pictures and everything but i have to leave soon, going to see the fireworks in the city and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kath's New Years Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt; - try new foods&lt;br /&gt; - learn to cook&lt;br /&gt; - get a job&lt;br /&gt; - get my licence&lt;br /&gt; - do well at uni&lt;br /&gt; - read every night (or maybe every second night, or every third depending on what I have on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113598545636689057?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113598545636689057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113598545636689057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113598545636689057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113598545636689057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-2005-ill-miss-you.html' title='Goodbye 2005, i&apos;ll miss you.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113591519481142126</id><published>2005-12-30T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:59:54.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>blubber</title><content type='html'>I'm exaggerating but thats okay. Doesn't make much difference. Yeah I know I should. But I don't think it would be right. Should I do something about it? I do not have to. I can do what I like. Can't do much anymore. Kinda yucky. Too long, annoyingly long, strangely long. Yeah I know. Sorry. Selfish. Silly little me. Strange. Wanted to. Lied. Actually I was very hungry. Can't think of a name. No name. No mans land. Like in sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113591519481142126?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113591519481142126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113591519481142126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113591519481142126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113591519481142126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/blubber.html' title='blubber'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113576064436272512</id><published>2005-12-28T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:04:05.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny</title><content type='html'>Hello I am the anti-blog. Nah. Thats silly. Went to Stephy's last night for a Harry Potter marathon with Ash and Lynda. Well technically we only watched the first movie and the fourth movie, we watched about an hour of each of the others before we got bored. We did a lot of sleeping actually, and I drank a very large amount of Creaming Soda. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I broke my iPod. It froze the first time I tried to hook it up to the computer. But it seems like it's okay now. It has 165 songs on it now. Boy George it takes ages to put them all on there. I've only gone through my quick-dash Cds so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spring cleaning, mother is helping. We have gone through almost my entire room, did Jewellery today. Omg I have so much. I totally forgot it was all there. I need more necks. Jewellery for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the word shiny should be used more often. Specifically in response to the sentence 'how are you?'. How good would it be to answer with 'shiny, and yourself?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113576064436272512?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113576064436272512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113576064436272512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113576064436272512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113576064436272512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/shiny.html' title='Shiny'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113548878362527864</id><published>2005-12-25T16:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:33:03.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya.</title><content type='html'>So uh... it happened anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113548878362527864?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113548878362527864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113548878362527864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113548878362527864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113548878362527864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/ya.html' title='Ya.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113542758102602070</id><published>2005-12-24T23:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:33:01.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cityrail.</title><content type='html'>Too good for me anyway. So it doesn't matter. Nice life and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113542758102602070?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113542758102602070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113542758102602070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542758102602070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542758102602070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/cityrail.html' title='Cityrail.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113542706341091946</id><published>2005-12-24T23:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:24:23.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>?K</title><content type='html'>I was thinking a big title saying 'Wilsonz Blog' and a smaller random quote from a previous blog post. Looking for options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello self esteem. How are you doing down there?"&lt;br /&gt;"When I grow up I want to be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm reading my old blog posts. And I complain a lot. Wow. Im a bitch. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freaky dreams lately..."&lt;br /&gt;"How does the touchwood thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;"And I think i've run out of HAPPY"&lt;br /&gt;"My blog is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay toooooooooooooooooooo looooooooooonnnnnnnng!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i'm a Valley girl! Why didn't anyone tell me? Argh, I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113542706341091946?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113542706341091946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113542706341091946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542706341091946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542706341091946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/k_24.html' title='?K'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113542526901033094</id><published>2005-12-24T22:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:55:53.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TTD</title><content type='html'>Things to do:&lt;br /&gt; clean my room&lt;br /&gt; fix up my hotmail address book&lt;br /&gt; fix up my photobucket account&lt;br /&gt; somehow fix my msn space pics&lt;br /&gt; check fanlistings&lt;br /&gt; edit favourites&lt;br /&gt; update blog links&lt;br /&gt; design funky new 'Wilsonz Blog' logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113542526901033094?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113542526901033094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113542526901033094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542526901033094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542526901033094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/ttd.html' title='TTD'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113542486482082853</id><published>2005-12-24T22:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:47:44.820+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Template-fucking</title><content type='html'>Wow. I just found this beautiful script, I think i've overused it on my blog now but its cool coz now my images are all fadey in and fadey out. Weee. Wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113542486482082853?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113542486482082853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113542486482082853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542486482082853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542486482082853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/template-fucking.html' title='Template-fucking'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113542337894808514</id><published>2005-12-24T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:22:58.960+11:00</updated><title type='text'>K?</title><content type='html'>I'm in a bit of a better mood than I was a couple of hours ago. Probably because I watched Gilmore Girls. Oh god i'm such a dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh i'm so annoying. I just like listening to myself speak. Argh. Argh. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well it seems as if my semi-good mood has worn off already. Disappointing effort to say the least. I went outside to read my book today and ended up sleeping on the trampoline for half an hour. When I went back inside my book had curled up because of the heat. Bummer dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV is singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really am in a bad mood at the moment. I think I need a hug. With sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurled into the Head of Senior School's office one day because mother had called the school. Yes, my mother was a big fan of calling the school. So anyway mother had dobbed in that I was avoiding going to school and I was summoned to an inquisition. Mrs. G spent most of the time talking about 'why I feel the way I do' and that I should 'always feel like I could talk to her' Argh. Anyway she pointed out to me that my fears of failure were uncalled for and academic results had shown that I was not actually doing badly. Sometimes I feel like I was the only one who had any idea how badly I was actually doing. Mwahahaha. Everyone overestimated me. Mwahahaha. And yes, I am going to dwell on this for a long long time because yes, I am an idiot, I go over and over the bad things and brush off anything good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean duh, it makes sense that I was the only one that knew I wasn't living up to my full potential. It makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to be christmas. Can't I just tell it that I don't feel very merry and that I want it to come back later? Will it respect that? I may go sleep on the trampoline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113542337894808514?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113542337894808514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113542337894808514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542337894808514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113542337894808514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/k.html' title='K?'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113540937429760799</id><published>2005-12-24T18:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:42:21.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sucks</title><content type='html'>People keep lecturing me. Father has given me the 'driving' lecture three times in the past so many days. Then I get the 'there is more than one way to get into the course you want' lecture from both my parents, and anyone I speak to who asks how I went. My brother keeps calling me boring. He's been doing it for the entirity of our trip to the states and also said it 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an email I sent around to everyone on my list, i'll copy it here in case you missed it (my email address book is the most unorganised thing I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...but everyone's doing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If everyone was jumping off the harbour bridge would you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... I duno, quite possibly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to join the majority and email you all wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I think there's something about this year but it's just not feeling like christmas for me. Father took me "driving" today. Actually we had to go out and buy Mum's christmas present. And ice cream. And coffee. And pies for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe it's the lack of school. Not having that couple of days when everyone brings candy canes and christmas cards, and those people who are not afraid of the law wear christmas hats around. Maybe it's because there are no christmas decorations up in my room at all, maybe it's because my room is very very messy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyones having a good time, remember, christmas is a time to eat lots and lots and lots and lots of food, and then have a nap in the afternoon, or through boxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it's like at your houses on Christmas day but we have lunch with mums side of the family and dinner with dads. Which means it can get very busy. This year both sides are coming to our house. So the dishwasher is going to be running very hot. I think I will end up watching Monsters Inc with my second cousins again. We pretty much watch it every year, actually I watch it usually, and the kids run around the room for two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was 'testing' the ice ceam we bought earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything, not school, because school was pretty much a drag, argh I hated my school. But I miss ALL my friends lots, which means ALL of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh see this is why I avoid writing group messages, because I just keep typing and they end up really long and then I don't want to send them but I do anyway and then they just end up all shifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, shifty. Shifty is a cool new word. Almost as fun as shirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the point of this email again? Oh right, MERRY CHRISTMAS! I HOPE ALL YOUR CHRISTMAS WISHES COME TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the vacuum sounds like its screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Love from Wil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Willow: Have you googled her yet?&lt;br /&gt;Xander: Willow, she's 17.&lt;br /&gt;Willow: It's a search engine"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't feel like christmas. I actually do not want any presents, like there's nothing that I hope I get from 'Santa'. Actually scrap that, I would love a power cord for my computer. But I really dont think my parents would wrap one up and give it to me. I got heaps of wonderful stuff for my birthday that I still havent put somewhere properly. My room is full. Oh and I'm thinking of painting it... blue possibly. Yes I think blue is the most likely colour. Or maybe a bubblegum pink, but if I said that to mother she would say &lt;i&gt;"*laughing* I don't think you're a pink person"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going out to dinner but I don't want to go. Probably why i'm still here. We have to leave in 7 minutes and my brother is still in the bathroom and my father and I both have to have a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh Christmas Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh Christmas sucks, whats with all this happiness anyway? It's just weird. People just like getting presents and seeing their families and all that. Wow, I am in a bad mood at the moment. Sorry. I apologise for my feelings. I am a bad person, okay wow i'm getting worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I felt bad sometimes on my holiday? Disneyland is this fantastic place and there were all these families there hanging out together and having fun. My parents had opted to stay home and go on holidays by themselves rather than go with their children to "the happiest place on earth". I know i'm being selfish by saying that, I know that I am very lucky that my dad sent my brother and I to disneyland at all, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of my head. My brain can be rather annoying sometimes. It just won't turn off, the only time I ever get any kind of peace is when i'm asleep, I suppose thats why I like sleeping so much. I noticed it on our trip, probably because 13 hours on an aeroplane can be rather annoying, specially since I had the same song running round in my head the entire time. I just won't stop thinking. And the same thoughts go round and round so it isn't even that interesting. I just need a break from myself for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113540937429760799?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113540937429760799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113540937429760799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113540937429760799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113540937429760799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-sucks.html' title='Christmas Sucks'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113533671132420955</id><published>2005-12-23T21:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:49:24.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>USA</title><content type='html'>I went on holidays. But i'm back. I know I said that normal blogging would resume on the 20th but I really havent been in the mood recently. Actually i've been suprisingly anti-blog lately. Which is odd. In my opinion blogging is something that you either do every two weeks, or every day. It's really something that you have to get into the swing of, big blog posts are hard to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from my holiday, there are more on my msn space but I figured i'd just put a couple on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica23.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica22.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica21.jpg" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica20.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica19.jpg" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica04.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watch Desperate Housewives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica03.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone see War of the Worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica02.jpg" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/December05/merica01.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113533671132420955?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113533671132420955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113533671132420955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113533671132420955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113533671132420955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/usa.html' title='USA'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113500925623880474</id><published>2005-12-20T03:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:20:56.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WB</title><content type='html'>I think my blog would have to be one of the, if not THE most important thing in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;HSC results are out and while most people can't stop the smiling i'm wishing I had decided to jump off the Grand Canyon. I bought some presents, not many because mitchell was doing a excellent job of spending our limited finances on his own... on himself. Bought myself a spoon, a pair of earings, two charms, a picture frame... and... uh... i think thats it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113500925623880474?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113500925623880474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113500925623880474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113500925623880474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113500925623880474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/wb.html' title='WB'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113344444985321156</id><published>2005-12-01T23:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:40:49.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Weasley-worthy!</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from seeing Ronald Weasley and the Goblet of Fire. I must say that I thought it was 'bloody brilliant'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I ran into this guy from primary school in coles today. Twas weird. I duno if he remembered my name but I knew his. We actually said hello, and had a tiny chat. And then I had to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113344444985321156?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113344444985321156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113344444985321156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113344444985321156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113344444985321156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-weasley-worthy.html' title='Thats Weasley-worthy!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113335773465868270</id><published>2005-11-30T23:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:35:34.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuzzy... Fuzzy...</title><content type='html'>Stephy asked me to pick a favourite song to put on a group Cd... well uh... I made a shortlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whitlams "Never Fall in Love again"&lt;br /&gt;The Whitlams "Buy Now, Pay later"&lt;br /&gt;The Streets "Dry your eyes"&lt;br /&gt;The Cure - Friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;They Might be Giants - Doctor Worm&lt;br /&gt;The Doves - NY&lt;br /&gt;Machine Gun Fellatio - My Ex-girlfriend's boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;MGF - The girl of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The Streets - dont mug yourself&lt;br /&gt;The Streets - Weak become heros&lt;br /&gt;Sublime - Date Rape&lt;br /&gt;Sublime - Wrong way&lt;br /&gt;The White Stripes - Little Acorns&lt;br /&gt;Whitlams - Band on every corner&lt;br /&gt;The Whitlams - Tangled up in blue&lt;br /&gt;Whitlams - I make hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;Kinobe - Lucidity&lt;br /&gt;Whitlams - I get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice a trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put all the songs I really like in a playlist... called "songs that I heart". There are about 30ish of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'd have one of those stories. You know... the ones that go "I used to play cards with my pop...". Like thats set in the past tense. Oh well... I spose I have a couple now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really must stop blogging. Like 4 posts today. Argh. My eyes are all fuzzy wuzzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113335773465868270?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113335773465868270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113335773465868270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113335773465868270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113335773465868270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/wuzzy-fuzzy.html' title='Wuzzy... Fuzzy...'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113333691371804104</id><published>2005-11-30T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:48:33.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rar!</title><content type='html'>I think i'm a nerd. I have memorised my tax file number... how odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's mother threw out her school shoes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, I think it's funny. Anyway I am letting her borrow mine for Speech Night. Since I will be unable to attend my father wants to collect my award for me. I have repeatedly told him that this is not possible but he keeps asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents still aren't home. Kind of an anticlimax when you wake up, panic, spend the morning cleaning like mad and suddenly it's 6pm and they're still not home yet. Maybe I should send the brother out to buy milk. Father will want a coffee as soon as he gets home. Probably even before he brings his bags inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are disagreeing on what to do with father's present. Since it is a join birthday-christmas present he thinks we should save it and give it to him at christmas. I see his point because mother bought father a digital camera for his birthday (that they took away on holidays) that she said was from all of us, and if we give him the present now he will get nothing for christmas. I still think we should have it sitting on his bed for when they get home, we shall explain that it is both birthday and christmas and he may choose to open it whenever he wants. I hope he likes it. It was the display model so I hope it's all okay and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to read my book but my eyelids are just drooping.. I think i might go to sleep. Argh. For absolutely no reason I stayed up until 2am this morning, I wasn't doing anything and by 1am pretty much everyone else had gone to bed. So I duno why I actually stayed up that late. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was planning to attempt to go to Debbie's party tonight. It starts at 7pm. It's 6:28pm and my parents aren't even home yet. So looks like that isn't going to work out. Argh, I want to see my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimwit. A word that I think should be used more often. Or is it dimwitt? I'm not too sure. Oh well. I shall use it to describe myself. I am a dimwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy shampoo. Or conditioner. I know I need one of them... I shall perhaps buy both because the one I still have is almost empty anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Parents are home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113333691371804104?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113333691371804104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113333691371804104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113333691371804104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113333691371804104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/rar.html' title='Rar!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113333267942588643</id><published>2005-11-30T17:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:00:21.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SimilarMinds.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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I'm gonna link to some of the good ones but the site is down for a bit I think... cannot find server kinda thing... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been editing Mount Caules lately... by editing I mean fixing up the " marks so they actually show up in the posts... I have made it easier for myself by using the 'replace' tool in notepad... rather than doing each one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my parents to come home... I have no idea when they are gonna get home. I'm so evil, I havent even rsvp'd to Debbie's party that is on tonight... I can only go if my parents (or my brother but there's a fat chance of that) can drive me over to her place... which I cannot ask them until they are home... and they'll probably be sleepy anyway and not in the mood. So I probably can't go. But I desperately want to see my friends again, kinda missing them at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now associate ironing with watching Alias... coz I was watching Alias as I was ironing. So now, I want to iron more things, because I want to watch more Alias. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing noises from the roof... I think perhaps there is a person on there who is planning to kill both Mitchell and I and hang our bodies in the shed until our parents find us early tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is kinda spastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113332291464586031?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113332291464586031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113332291464586031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113332291464586031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113332291464586031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-brain-is-kinda.html' title='My brain is kinda...'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113327255065251205</id><published>2005-11-29T23:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:55:50.720+11:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOD &lt;--- eew dirty!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my last blog post actually conjured the devil so I should be a little worried about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked Veronica Mars on last night, I missed bits because I was cooking and eating and going to the bathroom and ironing and stuff. Ironing is my latest hobby, I'm not very good at it but it just takes practice. I need to learn how to fold things properly tho, because they always get creases after I iron them when I then proceed to fold them wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat attacked me. He was walking across the table rubbing against me when suddenly he attacks and bites me on the wrist. There was blood! Lots of blood... okay i'm exaggerating, but as much blood as a cat can extract from a person's wrist in a 0.5 second attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating stylishly well since my parents went away. Had Yum Cha for lunch today, and KFC for dinner. Yes... that was my sarcastic voice. Apparently there is no difference between my sarcastic voice and my normal voice, three people have told me so since saturday. Hmmmm... but modern sarcasm is getting to the point where it is not obvious, it is discrete and unnoticable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I can not spell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I wanted to be Belle off Beauty and the Beast. That is why I sang all the time, that is why I read all the time. But honestly i'm nothing like her, which actually suits me quite well, because I don't then have to be like her. It's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Detol supposed to sting? Because i put it on my scratches and it doesn't sting, okay so I can't feel my arm that much, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairdresser doesn't work on mondays anymore, she had a baby so she cut down from like 7 days a week to like 4 or 5ish. But not mondays. Which is the reason that I did not get my hair done for the old school formal. Then, on the wednesday, while I was sitting in her chair getting my hair done for my newer school formal she says "ooh you could have called me, I would have come in and done it for you". Argh. That was sooooooooooo nice of her to offer, pity she couldn't have offered before the formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this wad of cash see... most of it was birthday money from my actual birthday, it's been sitting in my room for a while. Also mum gave me $200 for schoolies and $100 for my formal hair which was added to the wad until it was spent. Altogether the wad of cash came to almost $700 I think. It's kinda all gone now. I took about $150 to schoolies for general stuff... somehow came home with $40. I dont know how that happened. Took some money to the shops today, went to see Elizabethtown with Alicia. I planned to buy my brother's christmas present, something for terry and maybe something for dad. Well... mitchell and I went looking for something for dad before I met up with Ali, we found something... so all my money was gone and I could not afford either Mitchell's present (which, thankfully isn't actually out yet) or Terry's present. Mitchell owes me $165 tho, which ironically I will use to buy his christmas present. Hehehe. We bought Dad a joint present for birthday and christmas from both of us children, he loves christmas decorations so it's a carosel. It turns and the horses so up and down and it plays music. It's very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write on here what Terry's intended present is because I know he reads this sometimes. Mwahahaha so i'm not saying a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna get a bag for mum, there were some nice ones in Myer and I might be able to scrounge up some dough... you know... I have a keycard... so I could actually take some money out of my bank account... but thats very silly since I don't have much of an income, no spending what you can't get back. I'll wait until mitchell pays me. Let him take money out of his bank account. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unpacked by dumping everything from my suitcase onto my floor. Now I have to get around to cleaning my room. Should wake up early tomorrow. Omg it was so weird this morning... I set my alarm and put my tv on 'auto-turn-on' for 8am... somehow I managed to turn my alarm and my tv off and go back to sleep until 11. Although the hyper cat did wake me up 5 separate times in the morning. Annoying little critter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113327255065251205?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113327255065251205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113327255065251205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113327255065251205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113327255065251205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/ipod-eew-dirty.html' title='IPOD &lt;--- eew dirty!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113314240497707871</id><published>2005-11-28T11:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:02:31.020+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoolies 2005 /2</title><content type='html'>The night the group watched Assault on Precinct 13 was also the night that Keira, Leah, Lynda and I played monopoly (Lynda quit after a while), wooo I won! I also drank an entire cruiser! Go me! First time i've finished an alcoholic drink by myself! Okay so it took me three hours and an entire game of monopoly but then I hung out outside with Keira, Leah, Stephen, Ash, Millie and Jasha in the little rain. Jasha, Ashley and Millie were very drunken, the two girls were putting on lipgloss and kissing Jasha and Stephen all over the face and running in and kissing Rishi and Chris. Then they spent some time giving Jasha hickies, only one stayed, the one from Millie. While they were outside doing that Leah, Keira and I went for a walk at the beach in the darkness, I was terrified Lol. I was worried about Pirates, and the guys looking for mangoes in the water who tried to get Millie into their boat on the first night. But anyway we ran up the beach and sat for a while and chatted. I started making up a story that probably deserves its own paragraph. Then there was this torch light we could see coming from the path to go to our house, it was kinda slowly moving towards us, so hehehehe I was like freaked. Anyway it was Stephen with Jash and Ash and Millie coming to see us. We buried Leah's legs in the sand, then wrote R.I.P on them, lol. We played tip for a little while, running around in circles, I only fell down once. Then it was 12:31 and we had to go home because Stephen said so. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story the First&lt;br /&gt;Now let me think. Once upon a time there were three very good friends, their names were Keira, Leah and Katharine. They had just finished their last year of high school and decided to go on a holiday together to a murder mystery week in a haunted house. It was at the beach. Keira and Leah were originally going to share a room with two single beds but when Keira pulled down the covers of the bed she noticed this large yellow patch on the matress, so she decided to sleep on the floor in Katharine's room. It was about 7pm on the first day when all the guests but one had arrived at the house, Leah was sitting in her room reading a book because she was very quiet. Her door opened and in walked a man, his name was Jasha (hehehe). Jasha, not noticing Leah lying on her bed, walked into the room, dumped his bags on his bed, went back to the door and closed it, then he took his shirt off. He turned around, shirtless and was suprised to see Leah lying in her bed. He quickly mumbled something of an apology "Sorry, I uh... didn't notice... i'll just... uh...". He turned back towards the door and quickly stepped out, closing it behind him. From Leah's perspective in the room we hear this wolf whistle outside (it's Keira looking at a half naked Jasha hehehe). Then we see Jasha quickly duck back inside the room "sorry, i'll just uh... get my shirt and go" and Leah says "no it's okay, i'll go into the living room and read in there" she leaves quietly and they're both blushing. Anyway... to speed things up... Jasha goes out that night to get some fresh air and he sits against a big oak tree... he hears this loud thunder and then everything goes black. The next morning Leah wakes up and notices that Jasha's bed is still made, everyone in the house goes looking for him. Jasha wakes up in this old room with wooden floors and walls and no windows or doors. He is actually a secret agent so he used splinters of wood to dig his tracking device and communicator out of his foot but it doesn't work because of electronic interferance. He then takes an auroplane bottle of vodka out of his pocket to clean the wound on his food. Suddenly the roof of the building lifts up and this giant tree reaches in and grabs him, sitting him on top of the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... it's much more summarised... Leah is actually a medieval warrior so she takes out her sword and finds her trusty horse Epona. Keira is her sidekick with X-ray vision (and I am a magic kinda person but thats not relevant yet) and they go and rescue Jasha from the evil tree. Leah slays the tree before being slain in battle, but not until after her and Jasha have shared true love's kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story the First - the sequal&lt;br /&gt;In the sequal Keira and Jasha have become an item, they have married and had a beautiful daughter called Lynda. Lynda has inherited her mothers X-ray vision, her father's secret agent kung fu moves and her (kind of) aunty's medieval fighting techniques, and of course I teach her magic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree has long since been destroyed and turned into paper and I, as the magic person have used that paper to write down the story of what happened to my good friend Leah. But, because of the enchantedness of the tree and paper it has caused an eternal time loop to happen, repeating the events that happened in the first story to a new group of people every time they stay at the haunted house. Lynda finds out that people have been dying and poses as a guest at the house to try and destroy the tree. Anyway... she realises that it is the paper that is the source of evil, she destroys it and eventually falls in love with the tree, that is actually good because only the paper was evil now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a son called Chris who has ears like shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did start a third story but I don't remember much of it, the third story is more about me, see i'm cool and magic and stuff, wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with staying at the beach is that it is impossible to get rid of the sand from everywhere, it was in my bed every night but I couldn't get rid of it. The first couple of nights Stephy and my room turned into a communal hanging out room for the sober people, it would start with Stephy being in there, then I would go in to talk to her, then Stephen would come in, then Keira and Leah, then Lynda, then Jasha at one point, then Peter too, and Ashley too once. We had a good conversation about Porn shops for a while. I'm gonna open one in a nearby suburn and call it "The Village Bicycle". Rishi is going to be my porn star apparently. Lol. And there's gonna be a sign on the inside of the door saying "thank you for visiting, please come again" hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets see what else happened, played monopoly twice, yay monopoly! hehehe I won both games. Wooo! We played cards a little bit, not very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Rishi were at the beach and saw two girls that they were going to go up to and say hello but (they repeated this story many times) this big guy walked past with a puppy dog. They conceded. Little did they realise that they still did have a chance coz they both have accents and there was two of them, they almost went back to try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Rishi got bored and decided to leave on friday, which was very annoying of them. I was down the beach and they didn't even say goodbye, Leah and Keira also left on friday but Keira had stuff on so that was okay. So there went two of our vehicles (we only had two left). Terry came up on friday and the group went ice skating as they had planned. I didn't go for two reasons, a) I still have scars from the last time I went two years ago, and b) there wasn't enough room in the cars. We had two cars and 11 people. On Saturday Stephen got picked up by his dad and went home. Ash, Lynda, Steph, Terry and I went girly shopping... hahahaha Terry. Nah it wasn't really that much girly shopping, I did manage to spend a lot of money tho. I bought a sudoku puzzle book, the new John Marsden book!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! bangles, and very cool earings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh we went to the movies one night... Keira dn Leah saw Elizabethtown and the rest of the group saw Four Brothers, we had Maccas before hand and some of the girls bought Care Bears and cookies!! Woo! Anyway the movie was pretty crummy but not too bad, there was a cute guy in it and they showed you his butt which made Ashley squeel. Lol. The boys pretty much hated it but it had that redeeming factor for the girls. That was Tuesday night. Leah and Keira really likes Elizabethtown and I really should call Alicia and organise to go see it with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolies has taught me that I really need to go shopping... I really need more clothes. I have to go and wash everything now, which is a lot of stuff since I dont think my brother has washed anything of his since I left. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolies was good for walking, Stephen, Steph and I walked all the way around to the left rocks to have a look at what was over there, twas good. Another day Stephen and I walked round to the right rocks and then after shopping on the saturday Lynda, Ash, Steph and I walked round there again. Then we went back and swam in the lake for the last time, it was rather cold. And the hot water had run out by the time we got back so I washed my hair in a cold shower. Argh Argh Argh. Saturday night we had pizza and ate pretty much all of it, and then sunday morning we cleaned up. And I went home to a messy house. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that was pretty much schoolies. I'm sure there are things i've forgotten but... meh. I'll add them in if I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAh, I forgot to write about Peter's friends. On Friday night we were sitting watching Cast Away, Michael and Steph were missing and Peter was missing too. After about two hours Michael and Steph came back, but Peter was still missing and I was starting to worry since he was out by himself. So I called him on his mobile. Turns out he met a group of 15yr old Emos and was hanging out drinking with them. "found something cleaper than passion pop". Anyway he let me talk to two of them on the phone and then decided that he wanted to bring them back to the house so I told him he couldn't because everybody was asleep (nobody was asleep actually). I hung up with him and then like 5 minutes later Millie called him (see she was in the other room and had not realised that I had just called him) and he still wanted to bring the Emos back to the house. Anyway everyone was standing around waiting for him to try and get into the house so we could sit against the door and not let him back in. Millie wanted to go to the beach for a smoke, Daniel went with her because at this point we did not actually know that they were 15yr olds. They brought peter back, blind drunk. Someone put him in his room and we were all in the living room watching tv. We hear this *thump*. We assume he has fallen off the bed. Terry says "I bet if I open the door i'll smack into his head" and he opens the door and we hear this "smack". We all laugh coz its very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter came and sat on the couch after a while, most people had gone to bed by this time, I think it was Stephen, Michael, Terry and I who were still in the living room. Peter said some stuff... kept bugging me to give him a hand job. Offered to pay me. Kept talking about my breasts. He doesn't remember a thing about this by the way, he apologised because people told him to but only because they told him to, and it wasn't even a real apology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So respect for peter in any way shape or form now = 0.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being the person he can talk to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the reason I stayed in bed so late the next morning, I wasn't asleep. I heard Stephen repeat what Peter said to everyone at breakfast. Kinda embarassed me. I really didn't want to be there. So I stayed in bed until I absolutely had to get up because us girls + Terry wanted to go shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113314240497707871?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113314240497707871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113314240497707871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113314240497707871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113314240497707871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/schoolies-2005-2.html' title='Schoolies 2005 /2'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113307926662237724</id><published>2005-11-27T18:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:39:48.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoolies 2005</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my big long post about schoolies. Problem lies with the fact that my energy is seriously drained and I don't know if I will be able to write about it properly. But I know that if I put it off i'll probably never do it. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait brb, got to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, but now I want to go and put dinner in the oven, brb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SCHOOLIES...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;uncut&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know... honestly there isn't that much to cut out really. Lets start at the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 19th November 2005&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and her mum dropped round in the morning to drop off a pair of my pants that Alicia had borrowed. I showed them my formal photos and then they left. I went into the lounge room, sat down and asked mitchell what the time was. '12:20' he says. '12:20?!?' I say. 'yeah' he says. So now i'm freaking out in the most serious of ways because I said that I would be at Stephanie's house at 12:45 and I hadn't even packed anything yet. So I start running around the house grabbing things that I need to pack, Mitchie runs into my room and starts putting stuff into my suitcase. We finally squeeze everything into my baby suitcase and are almost ready to jump into the car and race to Stephy's house when I realise that I haven't packed any shoes, socks or underwear. So i'm freaking. going "omg, we're gonna be late and it's not even gonna fit". Then, the phone rings, so I run to get it and it's Stephy and I'm like "omg i'm so sorry i'm coming, i'll be there soon" and she's like "wilson, it's 11:45" and i'm like "aah f*@&amp;%#!@". So anyway I took everything out of my baby suitcase and borrow mitchie's bigger suitcase, put in some shoes, socks and underwear and all the other things I would have forgotten. Funnily enough I still ended up being late to Stephy's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at about 1 Stephanie, her mother, her grandmother, and I piled into the car at her house and started driving. We stopped at the big Maccas in the suburb with the train station between the one beginning with P and the one beginning with N. Hahahaha. It just-so-happened to be McHappy day and Nova was there and so there was loudness and face painting. Mwahahaha. This guy dragged Stephanie and I up to dance, we made pathetic attempts before running back to our seats and hiding under the table. Maybe if there were more than 7 people dancing... He asked how old we were. I told him that I was 18 and Stephanie was 17 and he said "no, really" He was genuinely shocked. Not sure whether to be offended or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being McHappied we drove the rest of the way to the beach house. We were the last people to arrive which was unfortunate because the boys had taken all the beds. Which kinda cheezed me off because on more than four separate occasions at school Steph and I tried to organise the sleeping arrangements because we needed to bring up our own linen, anyway the boys would have nothing of it and allowed Stephanie and I to take a room with two single beds, because Stephanie actually needs a bed because of her back. So when we arrived we had to kick Rishi and Chris out of their room which caused numerous comments about the un-chivalrousness of Australian boys [Since Rishi is british and Chris is South-African].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that, the parents finally left sometime in the afternoon and the group went swimming in the lake, please dont let me think about the gross stuff that was in that water. It was good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh - I'm hearing banging noises. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam around for a while and then went back to the house, I had a cold shower before our bbq dinner. Drank something funky from stephen's fun-flask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really go to bed until much after midnight, which then made it all the more shocking that people were awake at 8am the next morning. Much earlier than I usually would wake up. Anyway Sunday was Lynda's birthday so I had given her her present at midnight the night before (which is the coolest time to give presents). Anyway that morning Lynda and I had planned to go for a drive to find and book a restaurant for dinner that night because we planned to go out for her birthday. I took a walk down the beach while waiting for Lynda to have a shower. It was kinda weird. I went and sat down by myself watching the beach, then Daniel came and sat on my left, then Leah came and sat on my right, then Ashley and Millie came and went sunbaking behindish me. Chris, Rishi (and maybe Jasha and Peter) were already down in the surf. So when I got back Lynda, Stephen and I went driving. Woooo driving! fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we found a nice restaurant, Lynda got four phone calls on her mobile while she was driving and I got to answer them all. "Hello Lynda's phone, Katharine speaking". One was from her mum wishing her Happy birthday. One was from Sarah saying that she was lost and couldn't find the beach house (Sarah was originally coming up just for the sunday but ended up staying the night and leaving on monday). One was from Peter's mother asking us to get him to call her because she needed some info from him bout Art express. And the last call was from Sarah again saying that she couldn't find the Spotlight we said that we would meet her at to show her how to get home. We found a nice restaurant and booked for 14 for 7pm that night. We finally found Sarah at the RSL after about 20 minutes of "can you see the train station? i'll meet you in the carpark?" "wait, thats not the train station, what about the stadium?" "what stadium?" etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner that night was very nice, I had Lasagne (i'm kinda like garfield), Jasha and Stephen each had a meatlovers pizza and ended up tying in their 'who can eat the most without exploding' contest. Keira and I had conversations about kitchen horror stories where they 'prepare' food. Read: reheat in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered this funny thing that happened at dinner. Let me set the scene. Lol. See Lynda was sitting on my left, Stephen was on my right and Jasha was on the right of him. Across the table from me was Keira, across from Stephen was Rishi, and across from Jasha was Daniel. Thats all you need to know for this story. Lynda mentioned something about the present she got from Daniel, I think she said that she liked it. Daniel replied to her. I then turned to Lynda and asked "what did he get you?" and she told me he got her bath stuff from the body shop... hehehehe, its funny coz its the exact same thing that he got for me. But wait for the kicker. I then said "oh okay cool" before it clicked that we both received the same present, then someone else further down the left of the table spoke to Lynda and she became distracted. Meanwhile there was a conversation going on between Rishi and Stephen and Jasha I think. hehehehe. I am talking to Keira now but at the same time I notice Daniel lean forward a bit. He says something like "Oops, Katharine just asked Lynda what I gave Lynda for her birthday, and I gave them the same thing. Thats embarassing" (I really dont remember exactly what he said but it was that kinda message anyway). I pretended I didn't hear, but it was really funny. =) Honestly I dont actually mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had 'the' night. You know that big night when almost everybody gets completely wasted... well we had one of those. I'm gonna summarise it because it's hard to write out a whole play-by-play. There was an interesting game of spin the bottle going on outside. I think everybody kissed everybody (who was playing - Lynda, Rishi, Jasha, Sarah, Chris, Ashley, Millie, Peter), well the boys didn't kiss each other, and Millie didn't kiss any boys because she has a boyfriend, but everyone else kissed everyone else. Jasha did a lot of dancing without his shirt on. "what girl can resist these abs?" hehehehe. The later in the night it got the more stressful it got. Lynda was crying before she went to bed saying "i'm sorry for getting so drunk, i'm sorry", but once we got her in bed she just dozed off. Chris ended up spending over an hour in the bathroom throwing up pretty much everything. Which annoyed my muchly because I really needed to use the bathroom at the time. The other bathroom was taken up by Rishi who was okay at first, after getting stylishly drunk, but then worried us because he had a fever and was shaking and trying to throw up. Keira and Michael stayed up with him all night because we just couldn't get him to go to sleep. He's a very funny drunk tho. Lol. He went to the bathroom and then quickly ran out saying "omg there's this massive spider" and it was like a daddy longlegs and it was really small. Keira and I just stood there laughing at him and he was asking us why we were laughing and we're like "no reason".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to bed at about 3am that night, kinda annoyed at having to look after drunk people, I get grumpy when I get tired. I wrote an angry message on a piece of paper which I finally tore up yesterday (sat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, everyone was awake before me on monday morning, I discovered a new breakfast... nutella on toast. Probably very very bad for me, but at least I ate breakfast almost all week. I skipped it one day and another day I had a pancake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the days are all blurring together now... let me jump things. On Monday morning I got up and got changed straight away and went down to the beach for a swim. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of the swimming part of the week in Michael's blow-up raft thingey, Jasha was muscle-man rower pretty much permanently, which was nice. We rowed around the entire little island thingey (which is bigger than it looks) and I only fell off the boat once, and peter pushed me off another time (=P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also rented movies... Blade Trinity (8/10), friday after next (3/10 - I didn't pay much attention), house of flying daggers (8/10 - didn't actually watch at the time but have seen before), the village (8/10 - gets strangly better every time I saw it, I absolutely detested it the first time I saw it), the incredibles (9/10 - no doubt), assault on precinct 13 (didn't actually watchi it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night the group watched Assault on Precinct 13 was also the night that Keira, Leah, Lynda and I played monopoly (Lynda quit after a while), wooo I won! I also drank an entire cruiser! Go me! First time i've finished an alcoholic drink by myself! Okay so it took me three hours and an entire game of monopoly but then I hung out outside with Keira, Leah, Stephen, Ash, Millie and Jasha in the little rain. Jasha, Ashley and Millie were very drunken, the two girls were putting on lipgloss and kissing Jasha and Stephen all over the face and running in and kissing Rishi and Chris. Then they spent some time giving Jasha hickies, only one stayed, the one from Millie. While they were outside doing that Leah, Keira and I went for a walk at the beach in the darkness, I was terrified Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to sleep, will continue this post tomorrow. I'm actually in the middle of that last paragraph still. Stories to tell you about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;- The respect I had for peter has turned into 'what respect?'. I will not forget what he said to me even if I do forgive him for it at some point. And a big thank you goes out to Stephen for telling the entire group exactly what was said the next morning while I hid in bed pretending to be sleeping.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113307926662237724?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113307926662237724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113307926662237724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113307926662237724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113307926662237724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/schoolies-2005.html' title='Schoolies 2005'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113232198949375136</id><published>2005-11-19T00:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:34:25.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy came over and we went psycho.</title><content type='html'>We began going through my wardrobe to pick the stuff I needed to pack for schoolies... but the makeup got us distracted... very distracted. We went absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy14.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with a cotton bud in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy13.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we *are* supposed to look stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy12.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing eyeshadow as blush. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy11.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is wearing blue eyeshadow powder stuff on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy10.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both seeing glitter everytime we closed our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy09.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. She pretends to be innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy08.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter Glitter Everywhere, but not a drop to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy07.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slip and i'm blind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy06.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Idiot. That's I.D.I.O.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy05.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall, why do my eyebrows hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy04.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm is like massive. But we like to call it 'perspective'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy03.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg my arm is like deformed. Whoa. Trippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy02.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking... she's always talking. Mwahahaha joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/joymecrazy01.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets just grab the coke and go, we don't need no porn!" (c) Joy 18/11/2005.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to let you know. The makeup was supposed to be spastic. We purposly did it lopsided and made it stupid. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Sarah picked my up and took me to makeup school coz I was gonna be the model for her assessment. Wooo go model style! Anyway it took about two hours altogether and omg she teased my hair... but thank god it didn't go all knotty. I would have been crying. lol. Coz I stayed up till 2am last night straightening it all. Anyway I was total goth style. It was weird. She started with the purple eyeshadow and then I got eyeliner and my lips were outlined in black, coloured in blue then covered in sparkley blue stuff, then i got glitter on my eyes, and spikes below them. Lol. The more dark makeup she put on my the unhappier I felt. So I have decided that Goths actually dress up in all that weirdo clothing to make themselves feel negative. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the world a favour. Hug an emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got all the makeup off and she dropped me home. Mitchie and I had lunch which I burnt my mouth on and it still hurts. Then he took me up to the shops where I proceeded to purchase poker chips, batteries, light globes, and sunglasses. I love my new sunglasses. I can almost pull off "cool" if I wear them. Wooo! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much happier today. Anyway then Joy smsd me and I invited her over. Woo the organisation!! We chatted on the trampline, went for a walk, watched some alias, ate dinner (party sausage rolls and meat pies), went through my closet and then went crazy with the makeup thing. Mwahahaha. Tis good to smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find Pip. Pip is the dog that followed Joy and I up the street once, we named her but then she left. And I forgot all about here. And that was a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Joy's mum who picked Joy up at like 11:30pm. Very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolies tomorrow. Must finish packing. But see I prepared a little bit coz I made a list... a very long list... of the things I need to remember to bring. Lots of things. And I found soft drink in the garage which I might try and bring up. Duno how much room there will be in Stephy's car. Maybe I should call her and find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to the Coffee Lady tomorrow. She's closing down. Disappointing  =( She'll close on friday so tomorrow is the last chance I have to say goodbye. Must be awake in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113232198949375136?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113232198949375136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113232198949375136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113232198949375136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113232198949375136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/joy-came-over-and-we-went-psycho.html' title='Joy came over and we went psycho.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113221912346889227</id><published>2005-11-17T15:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:18:43.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>The house is messy. Like at the point of messyness that I have no idea where to start with the cleaning. My room is terrible. Probably the most messy it has ever been. I have to clean it. But I don't feel like it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I can't believe its 5:12PM. Weird, I only woke up at 1:30pm. I was shocked that I slept so late. I have to be up before 9 tomorrow coz Sarah's coming to pick me up. Argh, which means I have to straighten my hair tonight. Argh which means I have to also wash my hair tonight. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's friend klaire is over. She came to use the washing machine. Lol. She's at Uni pretty much by herself so she's been hanging out at our house for a bit. She's quite nice. Kinda annoys me that she smokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading Formal Pictures onto my space coz its kinda difficult to put them on here. Maybe I can link em. I'll see. anyway go have a look, or i'll even post a link to my space after i've uploaded them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this blog post has taken me four hours to write. I keep getting distracted. Like very distracted. Like leaving the room, playing pool, cleaning the kitchen, and watching tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113221912346889227?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113221912346889227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113221912346889227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113221912346889227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113221912346889227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113204069875390410</id><published>2005-11-15T17:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:34:10.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Peacock in the Lounge with Miss Scarlet</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe there's a peacock in our yard. I was just sitting at the computer, uploading some photos when a peacock wandered past the window. Kinda like the time a horse wandered past... cept this time is was a peacock, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your Eyes - The Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr1large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr1small.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr2large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr2small.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr3large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/Mr3small.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113204069875390410?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113204069875390410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113204069875390410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113204069875390410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113204069875390410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/mr-peacock-in-lounge-with-miss-scarlet.html' title='Mr. Peacock in the Lounge with Miss Scarlet'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113201231533311936</id><published>2005-11-15T09:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:55:27.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Not Gonna Get Us - Tatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart feel so bad -  Moby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace - Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godless - The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Way - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Things she said - Tatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerika - Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian Like you - The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 12 (Hold me Now) - Polyphonic Spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Soon is now? - Tatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be friends - The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the formal last night. Everyone was very pretty. Was disappointed, thought some of the awards were not even funny, just offensive. "Most Untouched" - "it's because she's the youngest". Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night but I didn't get to appreciate it coz I didn't feel well. Annoyingly I called dad to pick me up and he arrived during the last song of the night which I couldn't even stay for. Then he needed to stop for coffee on the way home so Mel's car (which I woulda been in on the way back to Maya's) actually drove past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start working on a photo gallery. Gotta resize everything tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Path - Chemical Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113201231533311936?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113201231533311936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113201231533311936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113201231533311936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113201231533311936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113194019253628660</id><published>2005-11-14T14:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:49:52.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes</title><content type='html'>Going formalling tonight. Argh. Worried. Felt sickies today. Feeling yucky. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let meeself sleep in coz I wasn't feeling great. Suprisingly it was only until like 10:30. But I only got to bed at 1:30 coz mitchell had friends over until then. Very loud loud friends. Made fun of me coz I was in my Pjs. *blushes*. No actually I was the one who made a big deal bout not entering the room coz I was in my pjs and they were all boys. Scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning (or what was left of it) sitting outside listening to the JukeBox, reading Calvin and Hobbes comics and laughing loudly. Hehehehehe. I'm up to page 64.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113194019253628660?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113194019253628660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113194019253628660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113194019253628660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113194019253628660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/calvin-and-hobbes.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113185637949437834</id><published>2005-11-13T14:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:32:59.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning.</title><content type='html'>It's weird. I feel kinda different... I feel like i've acomplished something... or maybe i'm just really tired. That could be it. Love Actually finished at 4:30 this morning. I was up then but i'd slept through about half of the movie. Then, at 7am the weirdos that had stayed the night decided that they wanted to wake up. AT 7AM!! I don't normally wake up at 7am! let alone on days that I dont get to sleep till 4:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my party was last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heaps of food left over. I don't think we fed people enough. Problem was that the food table was quite far away from the sitting tables and everything, so people didn't seem to want to make the treck. Oh well. Mitchie's having his friends over for War Games tonight so they'll finish off everything we didn't. I just looked at my list and there are 8 people who didn't show up and didn't tell me they weren't gonna show up. =( Meanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad coz I feel like I didn't really get to spend any time with everyone, because I was busy spending time with everyone. And my feet feel absolutely terrible, like walking hurts. I walked up and down the driveway like 20 times, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about the last two and a half hours opening presents. And I love absolutely every one of them. I am so spoilt. Mother is going to have a fit when she gets home and sees everything. Hehehehe got a jar of jellybeans from chris with a label on them (that he obviously made on the computer, printed off and stuck on) that says 'Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans'. Its fabulous! I can't go through everything I got but I love it all. There actually isn't any room in my room. So... I don't know where i'm going to put anything. Mitchell said he'd help me eat the chocolates. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thank you goes out to Keira and Leah for taking care of Sarah and driving her home. Thank you chicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bath stuff. So I may take a bath. Soak my feet. Mum and Dad are out at lunch at Aunty Erika's (technically not an Aunty but a friend of the parents) and won't be back till late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot. Joy knows why i'm an idiot. She should have told me that I was being an idiot. I didn't realise that I was being an idiot. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Sanity and Dymocks. I have a voucher for each and I must go buy pretty things. Hehehehe. Rishi got my harry potter stickers. Hehehe. And i'm listening to my new music. =) wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I asked said that they had a good time and nobody seemed to be lying much. Hehehehe Keira, Leah, Tahli and I did Karaoke when everybody had either left or were watching Aladdin inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing - Alex Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee Jash is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polyester Bride - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie brought certificates and club booklets for the netball team and I think i've still got most of them, including hers. I got two certificates (one for the year and one for 10 years with the club) and weirdly my name is spelt right on one of them. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write more about the party. It was good. Everyone seemed to have fun. People mingled and I was very impressed. Wanted to sit on the trampoline more but I couldn't. I need shoes, slip on shoes that are not thongs coz I have ouchies in my feet between the big toe and the second big toe where the thong thing goes coz I got my first pair of thongs. Ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed at the undrunkenness. Only Klaire, Gerard, Ash and Tim got supremely drunk. Other people had a few but almost everyone was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda falling asleep as I write this. So if u see a large patch of fujdsnufodvsu fjkdncfjsnjdfkcn it means I fell asleep and my head is leaning on the keyboard. I think I might go and watch Alias now (thank u Terry!) or maybe even Sky High (thank u steph) or Firefly (thank u Steph, Chris and Ash). Actually i'll probably just fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel made a funny last night. Caused me and Jasha to crack up laughing. Hehehehehe hehehehehehehe. I was asking if he saw any pretty girls that he liked and he said they're all too short. And then he said "[gesturing at about his nose] you have to be this tall [pointing to himself] to ride this ride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about the Cheesecake. Joy got picked up with an entourage. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello to the Angels - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh I got shoes!!! But they're a size too small. But I lurve them!!! Woooo! They're awesome and I can absolutely see myself wearing them everywhere. I'll ask if I can change the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this story once... and it was called "It breaks my heart to run over you in a bus but...". It was a Gilmore Girls fanfic. From the early days. Turns out Max and Dean fall in love and Lorelai and Rory (with Luke's help) run over them in a bus. It was pretty silly. Anyway... there's this link on my left menu bar that says "My 15 Minutes" and it's a link to an online column. The column is about fanfics and the author mentions the name of my story. It's right down the end and it's only in brackets but I thought that was wonderful. After I found out I emailed the writer and said thanks and she emailed back and said no problem which was cool. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That was random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have a million chocolate crackles left. Argh. I don't even like them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerika - Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might go outside and move the trampoline closer to house and put songs on the jukebox so I can listen before we have to give it back. I may fall asleep... thus the trampoline. I wish I could have a couple of people here just hanging out on the trampoline. Blasphemy is like major bonding material. Honestly it's amazing. Just sitting there. I think it's something about being outside too. It's comfortable, especially when there's a large number of people coz its all warm. With Rosie's wonderful blue blanket. Hehehe I love that thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113185637949437834?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113185637949437834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113185637949437834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113185637949437834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113185637949437834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/morning.html' title='Morning.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113171107504828902</id><published>2005-11-11T21:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:11:15.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Library book</title><content type='html'>This is me... kicking the big fat butt of the HSC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='5'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pel_gr.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pk_gr.gif' width='100' height='22' border='0' alt='Zokutou word meter'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/per2_gr.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; / 7&lt;br&gt;(100.0%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm going to sleep for like a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113171107504828902?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113171107504828902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113171107504828902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113171107504828902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113171107504828902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/overdue-library-book.html' title='Overdue Library book'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113161795981202867</id><published>2005-11-10T20:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:32:20.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Wilson, bus driver.</title><content type='html'>*Waah* I don't want the HSC to end. It's been too much fun. Makes me sad. I don't want to go to my exam tomorrow. I woke up before 9 this morning and immediately started studying, for some reason i've been able to concentrate all day. I've gone through one play completely. I still have three to do and i'm really running out of time. And knowing me i'll make time to watch Alias tonight. I'm such an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to Paula's beach party on Saturday for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) Schoolies meeting&lt;br /&gt;2) Havta set up for my party.&lt;br /&gt;I probably could have gotten away with going to the beach and setting up when I got home but it would probably be hard to find time to wash my hair in there somewhere. Washing hair is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why we are bringing our parents to schoolies meeting. I'm not going to bring my mother :). Ooh I should sms lynda and tell her that I am actually coming. And I was supposed to call megan last night, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twins probably aren't coming to my party. Which makes me sad. 'specially coz I had to sms and ask Murry if she was coming earlier today and she said "probably not". :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( &lt;-- frowney faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.danradcliffe.co.uk"&gt;DanRadcliffe.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/ron.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/ronmcgon.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron learning to dance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/ronhar.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron in his dress robes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/ronpadma.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and a woman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/CrumbleViolet/Archive2005/November05/ronharher.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and some other people at the Quidditch World Cup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113161795981202867?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113161795981202867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113161795981202867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113161795981202867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113161795981202867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/ron-wilson-bus-driver.html' title='Ron Wilson, bus driver.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113160015202564461</id><published>2005-11-10T16:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:33:14.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Die HSC Die!</title><content type='html'>This is my HSC progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='5'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pel_pu.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pk_pu.gif' width='85' height='22' border='0' alt='Zokutou word meter'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pc_pu.gif' width='4' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pr.gif' width='15' height='22' border='0' alt='Zokutou word meter'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/per.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; / 7&lt;br&gt;(85.7%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113160015202564461?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113160015202564461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113160015202564461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113160015202564461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113160015202564461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/die-hsc-die.html' title='Die HSC Die!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113158812352976617</id><published>2005-11-10T12:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:02:03.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dream me a river</title><content type='html'>I had a freaky dream last night. Argh I think my headache from yesterday is back... argh argh argh... anyway excited about party but not allowed to be until tomorrow afternoon after drama. Ooh drama. I've been studying already! And learning lots of stuff and i've almost read an entire play. Only three to go. Lol. Nah, not bad. Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream had something to do with tents and I was at school and I had to get something and be back before someone took my tent. But I had to wait for ages. And the tents were set up inside my grandmother's house. Which was trippy. It was because lots of people were staying there or something. I duno, gotta work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113158812352976617?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113158812352976617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113158812352976617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113158812352976617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113158812352976617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/dream-me-river.html' title='dream me a river'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113125526255416461</id><published>2005-11-06T15:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:34:22.566+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tail... no, tale. duh!</title><content type='html'>Vote for your favourite &lt;a href="http://www.jukebox.com.au/crazy/ToJBquicklist.asp"&gt;cocktail&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113125526255416461?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113125526255416461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113125526255416461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113125526255416461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113125526255416461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/tail-no-tale-duh.html' title='Tail... no, tale. duh!'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113118883920933490</id><published>2005-11-05T21:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:10:06.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Carefully.</title><content type='html'>So apparently the latest craze for uni students (my brother's age) who haven't yet left home is to house sit for other people. Intesting yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents are going away for 96 days next year. My brother still wants to live in at University and actually wants to stay up there more often so he'll probably come home like once a month or something. I may be at home. It's problematic. See I don't yet drive so getting to university will be less-possible. I would really like to live in up there but honestly it's the closest university to our house and I feel guilty, annoyingly there's no train station out where I live, makes it inconvenient getting there everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I end up still living at home there's a chance that one of my brother's friends will be house sitting for us anyway... he's real nice... but uh... it's still gonna be weird. Dad isn't keen on me being home alone for that long a time. So uh... i duno... it's weird... living with one of my brother's friends? argh. Ironicly we saw him in Myer today. While I was uh... studying... yes... No, I lie, mum and I went to buy earings. Still need shoes. Saw some nice ones in a shop but couldn't try them on coz i was wearing joggers and my feet were smelly and I didn't want to put anyone through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my pretty dress... and I want to wear it to the old skool formal too... but mother said that I may hurt it in some way, eg spill something, and there's no way of getting it cleaned between formals. So... uh... I don't know what to do. I think it's prettier than the other one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmer - Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother bought Stargate today. I had to convince him to buy season 6 instead of season 5 for 'no reason at all'... actually mother's bought him season 5 for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Tickets to Harry Potter!!!! All the tickets now have specific seats. Annoying for that saturday night when you just wanna catch a flick with a group of friends but someone's gonna be late, but good for that movie you've been waiting 6 months to see and want to make sure you can actually see the screen. 7:45PM session. Joy and I. We should dress up. Whaddaya think? I can't remember if I actually wore my cape last year, I know that I brought my I (heart) Ron sign. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought your Ronald Weasley tickets yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now - Hothouse Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be with you - Hootie and the Blowfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tell - Buffy Soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113118883920933490?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113118883920933490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113118883920933490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113118883920933490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113118883920933490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/listen-carefully.html' title='Listen Carefully.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113110626506757938</id><published>2005-11-04T22:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:11:05.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away. I'm reading.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging too much... Four posts in one day is a bit excessive i reckon. And I should be learning business studies. I love business studies. Honestly it's the funnest subject in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to see that play tonight and thought it was fan-bloody-tastic. It's about this guy who's a small time actor, been in a couple of ads and a tv show for half a season before it got cancelled. Then he gets the chance to play Hamlet. He doesn't want to because he thinks its stupid but then he gets a visit from John Barrymore, a very famous actor who played hamlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! The costumes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both male characters wore tights, one throughout the play and the other just in the second act. They hug. It's slightly scary with the tights. The main character also had a girlfriend who refused to have sex with him until she's sure that he's the one. Eventually it seems like she's seduced by the ghost of Barrymore who she can't see. There's also the german agent of the main character who had relations with Barrymore many years ago, the real estate agent who sells Barrymore's old house to the main character and who also eventually sleeps with the main character's friend. It's all very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They threw donuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113110626506757938?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113110626506757938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113110626506757938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113110626506757938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113110626506757938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-away-im-reading.html' title='Go away. I&apos;m reading.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113107710900239192</id><published>2005-11-04T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:05:09.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning. on. Learning.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to the theatre tonight. By myself. I've kinda gotten used to going by myself. It's still a little weird in the interval, I stay in my seat instead of going back out into the foyer because it's just better than standing around doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the play is called "I hate Hamlet" and I thought it was ironic, due to my recent study of Hamlet for the HSC. Mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how far i've progressed through the HSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='5'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pel_wo.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pk_wo.gif' width='71' height='22' border='0' alt='Zokutou word meter'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pc_wo.gif' width='4' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/pr.gif' width='29' height='22' border='0' alt='Zokutou word meter'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.zokutou.co.uk/wordmeter/per.gif' width='6' height='22' border='0'&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; / 7&lt;br&gt;(71.4%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the new dishwasher today. It looks complicated and i'm worried about having to use it when mum and dad go away next year for 3 months and I have to cool and wash and clean and dust. But it is a water saver which makes me feel good about the environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dusting. I love washing dirty plates in the sink. I'm not good at ironing. I like getting the clothes off the line. I'm fine with using the washing machine if I remember what to put in with what. Vacuuming annoys me because you can't hear the tv over the top of it but other than that it's alright. But I absolutely, above all things, hate... DUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our house gets super dusty and I dont know why. There is always a layer of dust on my cd player and the table it's on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have allergies. Or i'm sick. Dad says he's gotten over his but mine are still annoying. Lots of sneezing and tissues and not being able to breathe properly, not that breathing's that important anyway. I'm slowly trying to move my party away from a booze party to a real party with real food and stuff. I'm totally fine with people drinking but... I really dont want anyone much getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Sarah asked me to help her out with an assignment thingey again. Hehehe. It's gonna be so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the GAP person saying that I wasn't able to go anymore. Anyway I got a letter the day after I did that back from her saying that I had to confirm that i'd gotten my info packet thing. So i'm a bit worried. I don't know if she got my mail but I said "copy to sent folder" and there's a copy of the letter in my outbox which forces me to assume that the letter was actually sent. I hope she got it and everything because I really don't want to be forced to pay any more money than I actually have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really need to learn how to drive. Gonna be a problem going to uni next year if I can't. I really want to live in too. Only because my work ethic is terrible at home and I was thinking if I live in I can make it a place for learning and if I want to not work I can go home. My brother's done something like that, he works better at Uni, I actually think he resents having to come home all the time. He prefers being up there which is fine for him. He's going to South Africa next year with a couple of friends from Uni. Both girls. My brother is a ladies man. *shudder*. Oh and if I do learn how to drive then I have to buy a car. Which means rego and insurance and petrol and repair costs and everything. Which is gonna be hard to pay if I don't have an income. Hmmm... Cash Flow problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the changing work patterns that have something to do with business management theories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113107710900239192?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113107710900239192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113107710900239192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113107710900239192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113107710900239192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaning-on-learning.html' title='Leaning. on. Learning.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113107043586168872</id><published>2005-11-04T13:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:13:55.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am woman.</title><content type='html'>I found this on Reenie's space and thought it was worthy of my 650th blog post. So here it is. Mwahahahahaha its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Car Accident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and a man are involved in a car accident; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." Then she hands the bottle to the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asks, "Aren't you having any?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police.... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. I had a dream last night that this family of about 6-8 kids came to join our family because something happened to their parents. We had to look after them and I gave two of the kids some garlic bread and the littlest kid didn't like it so I let him bite my finger instead. Gee it was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113107043586168872?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113107043586168872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113107043586168872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113107043586168872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113107043586168872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-woman.html' title='I am woman.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113102651198377460</id><published>2005-11-04T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:01:51.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching.</title><content type='html'>I thought there was nothing wrong with it at the time, but slowly it's been eating away at me and now everytime I think about it it makes me feel worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed at the other maths teacher who was there, he taught me in the beginning of year 11 and he still remembers my name. Even my english teacher called me Carolyn one day and didn't bother correcting herself. Neither of my drama teachers ever learnt how to spell my name correctly. I was impressed with my second history teacher learning my name so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a classroom of students it's hard to feel like a person. It all depends on the way the teacher reacts to you. They can make you want to learn if they can make you feel like the work should be important to you specifically. But I suppose you get to a certain age and it doesn't matter. It's up to you to decide if you want to learn or not, the teachers are really just there for show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113102651198377460?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113102651198377460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113102651198377460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113102651198377460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113102651198377460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/teaching.html' title='Teaching.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113102594067625747</id><published>2005-11-04T00:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:52:20.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me.</title><content type='html'>I should be sleeping but for the past two days i've been thinking of something my maths teacher said to me after the maths exam. Stephanie and I were walking up to the carpark and we ran into our teacher and another maths teacher on the way. Our maths teacher asked how the paper was and Stephanie answered him. Then he looked at me and asked whether I wrote my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all he thought I could acomplish so obviously i'm one of those students who you just give up on, in mathematics at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I laughed and said "yes I did". It was all a big joke but the funnyness has worn away since then and all I feel is hurt. Yup, I feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's not getting a present and i'm not smiling at him if I see him again. Funnily enough we were talking bout the skills of management today, me and my dad that is, and I told dad this story and dad said that my teacher lacked the "leadership" role, the part where you are supposed to inspire your students to want to do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all alright, I probably won't see him again, well until wednesday next week when I have to get him to sign my sign-out sheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113102594067625747?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113102594067625747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113102594067625747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113102594067625747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113102594067625747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt me.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113099324568376939</id><published>2005-11-03T14:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:56:15.570+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy is on the desk.</title><content type='html'>Mum went shopping today, came home with a formal dress for me. I tried it on, it fit. So we're keeping it and returning the old one that neither of us like that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is now I need to go and buy some shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last hour looking up hairstyles on the net. Argh. Trying to find something nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jammed my finger in the door like 4 days ago and it still hurts. But it didn't even go red or anything. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I came on here with the soul purpose of saying something. But i've developed a habit of forgetting exactly when this page loads. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I picked a couple of hairstyles and showed them to mum and dad and dad picked one that he liked and mum said they were all ugly. So... i dont know what to do now. My mother and I are known for having the complete opposite taste to one another, probably why I have so little clothes but actually I realised today that i have a rather extensive collection of shoes. Oh and I have to go buy makeup for the formal, or perhaps I could get it done... but i duno... probably better if I do it myself, that way I can do what I like without being all embarassed coz the makeup person is looking at my like im a toad. Yes, a toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was partly asleep this morning and partly watching "In the box". This girl was on the show and she was really articulate and mature for a little girl and she sang a song about her dog and her dog's name was Bingo and my dog's name used to be Bingo and it made me think i was dreaming but she sang the Bingo song and everything and it was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. I absolutely love the Jessica Simpson song about the boots. I know I know. I'm a disgrace to society. But i love it, the video clip sucks (thats punny) coz its pretty much a porn film. But I love the song, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some of those sticker label thingeys for videos, coz I have lots of videos... and they all have like 50 titles written on each of them. We have a captain planet video for be-jesus sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i just ate a bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how this entire post is about me. I love how this entire blog is about me. Mwahahaha i'm so selfish. Maybe I should talk about someone else for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has two assignments due tomorrow and then he's finished uni for the semester. It's weird to think that he'll be finished his second year of university in 30ish hours. So old he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113099324568376939?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113099324568376939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113099324568376939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113099324568376939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113099324568376939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/tommy-is-on-desk.html' title='Tommy is on the desk.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113091891836416779</id><published>2005-11-02T17:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:20:03.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1b. 2d. etc etc etc.</title><content type='html'>I got this thingey in an email from Jenna a while ago and I did it and ended up getting 42 which I thought was a ridiculous result for me so I thought other people might like to do it to prove how much it lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best? &lt;br /&gt;a) in the morning &lt;br /&gt;b) during the afternoon and early evening &lt;br /&gt;c) late at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk... &lt;br /&gt;a) fairly fast, with long steps &lt;br /&gt;b) fairly fast, with little steps &lt;br /&gt;c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face &lt;br /&gt;d) less fast, head down &lt;br /&gt;e) very slowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you.. &lt;br /&gt;a) stand with your arms folded &lt;br /&gt;b) have your hands clasped &lt;br /&gt;c) have one or both your hands on your hips &lt;br /&gt;d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking &lt;br /&gt;e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with.. &lt;br /&gt;a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side &lt;br /&gt;b) your legs crossed &lt;br /&gt;c) your legs stretched out or straight &lt;br /&gt;d) one leg curled under you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with... &lt;br /&gt;a) big appreciated laugh &lt;br /&gt;b) a laugh, but not a loud one &lt;br /&gt;c) a quiet chuckle &lt;br /&gt;d) a sheepish smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you... &lt;br /&gt;a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you &lt;br /&gt;b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know &lt;br /&gt;c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...... &lt;br /&gt;a) welcome the break &lt;br /&gt;b) feel extremely irritated &lt;br /&gt;c) vary between these two extremes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colours do you like most? &lt;br /&gt;a) Red or orange &lt;br /&gt;b) black &lt;br /&gt;c) yellow or light blue &lt;br /&gt;d) green &lt;br /&gt;e) dark blue or purple &lt;br /&gt;f) white &lt;br /&gt;g) brown or gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before &lt;br /&gt;going to sleep you are. &lt;br /&gt;a) stretched out on your back &lt;br /&gt;b) stretched out face down on your stomach &lt;br /&gt;c) on your side, slightly curled &lt;br /&gt;d) with your head on one arm &lt;br /&gt;e) with your head under the covers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are... &lt;br /&gt;a) falling &lt;br /&gt;b) fighting or struggling &lt;br /&gt;c) searching for something or somebody &lt;br /&gt;d) flying or floating &lt;br /&gt;e) you usually have dreamless sleep &lt;br /&gt;f) your dreams are always pleasant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE SCROLLING DOWN-WARDS MAKE SURE YOU HAVE ANSWERED ALL QUESTION &lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with &lt;br /&gt;care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and extremely dominant. &lt;br /&gt;Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but &lt;br /&gt;don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved &lt;br /&gt;with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, &lt;br /&gt;rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to &lt;br /&gt;make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as &lt;br /&gt;bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; &lt;br /&gt;someone who take chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being &lt;br /&gt;in your company because of the excitement you radiate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, &lt;br /&gt;amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's &lt;br /&gt;constantly in the centre of attention, but sufficiently &lt;br /&gt;well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as &lt;br /&gt;kind, considerate, and understanding, someone who'll always cheer &lt;br /&gt;them up and help them out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &lt;br /&gt;&amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but &lt;br /&gt;modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but &lt;br /&gt;someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who &lt;br /&gt;expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know &lt;br /&gt;you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, &lt;br /&gt;but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that &lt;br /&gt;trust is ever broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and &lt;br /&gt;steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did &lt;br /&gt;something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you &lt;br /&gt;to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually &lt;br /&gt;decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by &lt;br /&gt;your careful nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and &lt;br /&gt;indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants &lt;br /&gt;someone else to make the decisions &amp; who doesn't want to get &lt;br /&gt;involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who &lt;br /&gt;always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're &lt;br /&gt;boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to brag that I have yet to make a purchase at the new Krispy Kreme that has opened up in the local shopping centre. Wooooooo go the self... uh... self... uh... self control! thats it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My hair is curly. And i'm letting it be curly. Weird huh. I haven't straightened it for a while... actually thats partly a lie, see i straightened it but then i looked at it and thought it looked ugly so i wet it so it un-straightened. Thats an hour of my life i'll never get back. It's prettier than its usual ratty mess because I let mum cut it the other day. :O I know. She did a fine job and now the ends are sooo much neater. My new hobby is brushing my hair. See when im sitting at the dining room table studying and I want to amuse myself by doing something other than holding a pen i pick up my hairbrush and brush my hair. Oh, and I got a new hairbrush. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the IPT exam wondering who won the Melbourne Cup. I was tempted to put up my hand and ask the examiner but I didn't. He probably wouldn'ta known anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw buffy dvds for sale at a reasonable price today. Oh yeah oh yeah. But im not gonna buy them... coz then... i would have to spend money... anyway they were in EZDVD for about $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's pretty much doing the course at Uni that I want to do. Which is good. I'm gonna borrow his text books and read them for fun. Im so excited. Then comes the dread when I imagine me not getting into the course I want to do. And then I cry. Well... no I don't actually cry. But it would be more pathetic if i did huh. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little break down on monday night... only a little break down. I managed to compose myself quite well but I don't know if i've fully recovered yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep imagining myself bleeding from the fingernails. I think that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream about trains two mornings ago, it was because my tv was on and someone on there mentioned the word "train" and therefor my brain concocted a situation where I was with these people who were really excited about being on a train. It was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. I remember nothing of the dream, the only thing I remember is that I was estatically happy. Like insane happiness levels. Anyway I didn't know why I was so happy, I just was. So I woke up feeling unhappy to compensate. And sneezy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113091891836416779?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113091891836416779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113091891836416779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113091891836416779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113091891836416779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/1b-2d-etc-etc-etc.html' title='1b. 2d. etc etc etc.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113084446358103329</id><published>2005-11-01T22:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:27:43.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>UNO GOTCHA</title><content type='html'>Wanna know what I have stuck in my head? The ad for UNO!! "Draw Two" "Draw Four, suffer" "UNO, Gotcha"... argh... and these obnoxious children are in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113084446358103329?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113084446358103329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113084446358103329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113084446358103329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113084446358103329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/uno-gotcha.html' title='UNO GOTCHA'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251197.post-113084072730772204</id><published>2005-11-01T20:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:25:27.320+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll fuzzy you.</title><content type='html'>I get too much mail. So seriously, I get a letter at least every second day, well most of it's bank statements or dividends or letters asking me if I want to donate my organs when I die... well I only got one of them actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a sense of relief and a sense of uh... guilt, for walking out of the history exam early. I had nothing else to write and my bum was numb and I didn't want to sit there for another 30 minutes for the time it was gonna take them to collect all the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I ended up sitting in the same desk for both exams today. Funny coz I took out my staple from the History paper, left it on the desk and I found my way back to it in IPT. Wonderful isn't it? (rhetorical duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sparkley things fell out of my earings... makes me sad... they sparkle less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum came into my room yesterday morning and gave me something. It was a little old box with a ring and a watch in it. The ring is really pretty and so is the watch (you can tell I thought that sentence out before I started writing it). Anyway Mum had put them away for me. Strawberry Pop gave them to her to give to 'the girl'. Yeah, that's me. Pop always referred to me as 'the girl'. Or he called me Anne. Hehehe. Anne is my cousin, she's like 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh snitch is on the radio right now... but... its all the way in my room... and reception is bad... its all fuzzy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251197-113084072730772204?l=wilsonzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113084072730772204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251197&amp;postID=113084072730772204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113084072730772204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251197/posts/default/113084072730772204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonzblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-fuzzy-you.html' title='I&apos;ll fuzzy you.'/><author><name>crumble</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cv2aWBY7Z9g/SlHNWQUo1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flir-kLlT-8/S220/gothheartboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
