<?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-4080964</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:37:58.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Goat 2:.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me, now. This is the story of how i mature, grow and learn. of course the most important thing, its major way of getting attention fo rmyself!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-106265542128867369</id><published>2003-09-04T16:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T16:03:41.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. i have these huge long blogs that i want to write but i cant because its not what blogging is for, it sucks ass. i think that (from jenny and carolines blogs) that blogs are purely for whinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit it doesnt help when your listening to sad music, bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1up mushroom to:&lt;br /&gt;Sam, because he is cool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poison mushroom to:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron because he is a cock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-106265542128867369?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106265542128867369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106265542128867369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106265542128867369' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-106225104921109525</id><published>2003-08-30T23:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T23:44:09.110+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like &lt;a href="http://mikemikemikey.blogspot.com/"&gt; My Blog&lt;/a&gt;'s new look? its straight from milan, i got gucci and prada to work on it, diore even flew in for the weekend*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-106225104921109525?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106225104921109525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106225104921109525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106225104921109525' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-106162104681228582</id><published>2003-08-23T16:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T16:44:06.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All that I an say is 16 player mariokart? FUCK YES. if you excuse me i think i have to go change my pants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-106162104681228582?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106162104681228582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/106162104681228582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106162104681228582' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-92086834</id><published>2003-04-06T22:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T22:54:44.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Per Osterberg&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; We'll all wear wireless technology in our clothes, goggles and gloves and that will give new challenges and new possibilities. In five years the world's biggest company will be EA, not Microsoft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-92086834?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/92086834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/92086834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92086834' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91907322</id><published>2003-04-03T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T15:43:35.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Direct Quote from Amazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers who wear clothes also shop for:&lt;br /&gt; Clean Underwear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91907322?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91907322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91907322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91907322' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91843938</id><published>2003-04-03T00:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T00:24:26.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gloomfairie/1046219609_marquis.gif" border="0" alt="marquis"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of&lt;br&gt;exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic&lt;br&gt;and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an&lt;br&gt;ancient and noble house, you were married&lt;br&gt;(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress&lt;br&gt;for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and&lt;br&gt;with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your&lt;br&gt;mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a&lt;br&gt;lettre de cachet for 14 years until the&lt;br&gt;Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,&lt;br&gt;charming, you became a Revolutionary,&lt;br&gt;miraculously escaping the guillotine during the&lt;br&gt;Terror, only to be arrested later for&lt;br&gt;publishing your erotic novels. You spent your&lt;br&gt;final 12 years in the insane asylum at&lt;br&gt;Charenton, where you caused another scandal by&lt;br&gt;directing plays using inmates and professional&lt;br&gt;actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in&lt;br&gt;the arms of your teenage mistress.&lt;br /&gt;You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gloomfairie/quizzes/Which%20Imfamous%20criminal%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Imfamous criminal are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91843938?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91843938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91843938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91843938' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91704385</id><published>2003-03-31T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T22:42:26.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/militantfeminist/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/militantfeminist/02.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not really militant.  I could be cool if I tried, but I usually don't try.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score kinda sucks to be honest. We aren't ashamed of you, but good luck finding a militant feminist to hang out with because we've got this thing about people like you. There's hope, it's just looking far away right now. &lt;br /&gt;In case (for reasons we can't imagine) you wanted to post your results somewhere, here's a code you can copy: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91704385?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91704385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91704385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91704385' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91600731</id><published>2003-03-29T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T23:15:52.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooo worried about 2 people, and i know one of them would think i was lieing and the other might not know why, so i'll just leave it name less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91600731?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91600731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91600731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91600731' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91596300</id><published>2003-03-29T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T19:47:51.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck im so fucking irritable, i hate fucking stress, entering fuck before everyword makes me feel fucking better, fuck. i dont know how i can be fuccking angry with the fucking beatles playing in the background.  and then there is some "timmy" guy messging me. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the upside i figured out how to make calls from my fonebook. its so fucking simple. fuck. f u c k F u C k fuck FuKc French connection united kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main beefs with this fone i dont think it vibrates when it rings unless you select the vibrate and ring...thing&lt;br /&gt;fuck its just annoying ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffuucckkiinngg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fucking not that easy ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91596300?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91596300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91596300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91596300' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91592786</id><published>2003-03-29T17:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T22:45:26.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f u c k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91592786?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91592786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91592786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91592786' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91466967</id><published>2003-03-27T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T17:47:21.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i was wrong, its t - less than an hour untill i get my new fone, arent i dead sexy? i know, i'm irresistable. damnit Zeb hasnt called me, i smsed him instead of calling him.. maybe i sent it to the wrong number... maybe ..i dunnno.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91466967?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91466967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91466967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91466967' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91408037</id><published>2003-03-26T22:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:53:19.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so great i am so great, i figured out ALL of this tempatey fucking stuff by my self, well... yeh template fucking, not creation, i still have to fix the colours though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91408037?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91408037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91408037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91408037' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91407941</id><published>2003-03-26T22:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:50:56.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*note to self FONE ZEB!!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91407941?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91407941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91407941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91407941' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91404536</id><published>2003-03-26T21:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T21:07:50.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poor deon stuck in the car with chris! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shall now all bow down before me and refer to me as Mr Promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a horse is a horse of course of couse, and no one can talk to a horse of course, unless of course un less the horse is the famous mr ed, learning that was not as difficult as, oh yes oh yes oh yes they both oh yes they both oh yes they both reached for the gun the gun the gun the gun oh yes they both reached for the gun, for the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tool of corperations, i just spent some of my, very limited, money on "limeted edition refreshing bodyspray" from lynx, icq, its smells orgasm ic, but it was still a waste of money, DAMN IMPULSE BUYING and i even convinced my mom to buy me some body gel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91404536?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91404536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91404536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91404536' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91335188</id><published>2003-03-25T18:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:56:05.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i'll fix the links later i have to go now though, sorry!!! i really am, terribly sorry old chap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91335188?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91335188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91335188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91335188' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91333765</id><published>2003-03-25T18:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:07:54.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well ross and his girlfriend broke up, i think thats best for alex, she needs someone who she can talk to more, she's a very communicative girl. I dont know why ross broke up with her. further he broke up with her OVER ICQ, well MSN but how cheap is that!?!?! bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Jenny was rather sad yesterday, so i was rather distressed, i meant to SMS tux to ask her what i should do, to make jenny feel better, but i accidently sent the message to jenny... D'oh. ohwell she was better today... i think. *peers outside mirror ball* she's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - 6 days to new foneage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin got a new fone!!! its a moto, so i can give her a hit on her moto. its really nice, colour screen and its got some really cool games! i just wonder if it has the confusing moto messaging... either way, its really lite, silvery no antenna tres funky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got everything i had to do for English nazi, tonight i printed everything off*ticks four things* i have jess' notes *ticks another thing* and i have my speech *ticks another thing* but i lost the list of things i needed to do and theres one more thing... but i think ive done it, so tis all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor tom, not that tom. the good tom. he's in a love triangle...  i wish i could help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just because i havent been saying it enought lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, have sex with me, here, now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sth eother th ing i was going to write, im currently chatting to a cute guy,  ohwell im off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91333765?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91333765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91333765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91333765' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91213634</id><published>2003-03-23T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:10:15.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone knew what one was told, she'd grow hot she'd grow cold. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91213634?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91213634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91213634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91213634' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91177015</id><published>2003-03-22T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T23:00:41.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate admitting someone else is right, especially if its something about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91177015?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91177015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91177015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91177015' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91176997</id><published>2003-03-22T22:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T22:59:40.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate idiot proofing for normal day to day stuff, but asfar as human things go im fucked, step tpo step guide to becoing unselfish, step to step guide to figuring out if you have a crush on someone step by step trying to figure out what emotion your gaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91176997?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91176997' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91176870</id><published>2003-03-22T22:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T22:53:39.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like AOL, everyone thought it woiuld be gret with Time Warner but after they get together it doesnt seem that great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91176870?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91176870' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91176647</id><published>2003-03-22T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T22:41:01.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I I I I I,  me me me me me, myself myself myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there &lt;b&gt; i &lt;/b&gt; that sums up what most of my blog entries are about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91176647?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91176647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91176647' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91117810</id><published>2003-03-21T21:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T21:38:11.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from Circus OZ and it was ...better than good, less cheesy than very good and not quite great. there was this one guy that wore a blue suit. he had the nicest arms! anyways the thing he did was juggeling. at the beginning though he had this special juggeling thing. he had pads or something on his arms, and he had some balls, when the balls hit the pads a sound would play, depending on which pad or ball or whatever, and he played something that could have been straight out of a night club, it was cool!and the balls were iluminated, pretty lights, funky noises sexy guys! what more could i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im tired i get irritable, and dad seems to realise that and then purposely try to piuss me off, i also notice all of his character flaws.his chronic insulting of other people "that heavy hipped woman", pointing out the obvious and yet missing the p[ainfully obvious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive confused myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated not i found another something i can give to erin aws her birthday present, well maybe not, but its amusing to mention that my brother has a copy of the tommy lee / pamela anderson video :D now if i could only convince him to download czech point... though i dont think thats his type of movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the slogan i was going to use for drama, sometimes fiction is stranger than truth, is so very wrong. i didnt realise that love triangles actually existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91117810?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91117810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91117810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91117810' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91104095</id><published>2003-03-21T14:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T14:34:46.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really whats that bad about being an attention whore? if im not getting atention im sullen etc, so should i just be attention seeking, or is attention seeking anoying? the person i want attention from doesnt give me attention so it doesnt really mastter either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i had tonsilitis and didnt even know it, huh imagine that... unless thats what i have now except its in it's "had" stage... im confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs furiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91104095?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91104095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91104095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91104095' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-91055383</id><published>2003-03-20T22:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T22:57:14.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting fact: criag trims his pubes. dont ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think me being sick makes me delerious i thought john hobbey was coming on to me for a few minuites LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh i watcthed will and grace, i love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting to say that can be said in a limited number of words and im too tired and sick to write a loong and detailed article, so bye yb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-91055383?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91055383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/91055383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91055383' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90917372</id><published>2003-03-18T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:53:14.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know ever sincxe i started noticing luke grabbing atention, ive limited it, now i dont do it as often, and generally only to two people. the reason i did it was to "market" myself but after seeing the effect it had on luke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frikken audiance, you have NO IDEA how much i censor this now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90917372?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90917372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90917372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90917372' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90916994</id><published>2003-03-18T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:41:03.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that Zedonk is a real word? its a cross between a female zebra and a male donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther performance was, overall good. it was after the performace that i was ...disapointed... but thats not important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired and sick.... i swear all my thoughts revery back to one thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90916994?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90916994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90916994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90916994' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90792631</id><published>2003-03-16T15:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T15:27:16.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how much money do you think is needed to start up a decent business? a few hundred? a few thousand? a few million? i know depends on the business sector.  ohwell i would still need a business idea first :). shut up im still allowed to think!   big brother is god...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90792631?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90792631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90792631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90792631' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90704549</id><published>2003-03-14T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T22:05:47.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'll take one of my friends aproaches to sex, its none of your god damn business.  that also goes for if / who im dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if theres any research that says that when you turn 12 years of age is around the time you start becoming secreative, because that would fit in with my twelfth brithday idea from a few days agpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw two doctors today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DO STILL MAKE THE PANTS I LIKE YES! levi engineered jeans!!! they are so comfortable, i want them now. im getting new pants tomorrow, and a new fone sometime in the week. im getting some black cords and some engineered jeans, i cant wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90704549?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90704549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90704549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90704549' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90641606</id><published>2003-03-13T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T20:37:27.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so dissapointed with myself, i know materia.l possesions, yet i still get more excited about new jeans then i do about human rights advances, it'd be like cool gays get to marry now, and get equal tax breaks what new jeans? IM THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its bad....but... why? maybe "yay new jeans or new fone" is hides a less obvious "retained social position, YES!" or maybe its just part of my identity, i mean people EXPECT me to have pretty cloths, expensive fone, and the apearance of wealth.  which is really easy might i add.  i look around my room and i see 3 expensive things, desk printer (which was on sale) and laptop, which was discounted and paid for by insurance. our  huge TVs were floor stock, dad got discounts on wood flooring, we got the house painted for free, we got brick work discounted because we know them. most of our money goes to movies, dinners, allowance.  great i've gone and completely destroeyed my entire image in one paragraph, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention the reason im writing this is because i was so upset when i found out that i cant get the pants i want any more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90641606?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90641606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90641606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90641606' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90353033</id><published>2003-03-08T23:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:06:28.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anfd i have come to the conclusion, the most interesting conversationg occur when either, its me erin caroline and Evan, or when its me and nick. and horwood can be cool asfar as computers are concerned.Toms always good for conversation, NOT THAT TOM! jinkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90353033?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90353033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90353033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90353033' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90352753</id><published>2003-03-08T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:52:31.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i am now sure that new york is a megalopolis and i dont think sao paulo is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;italy... dont worry, i'll tell you later :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty definate on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama tomorrow birthday monday, i hope sam doesnt call, i'll be at school doing art, eaurgh that would be torture. well not torture but miff inducing. thopugh he probablyt won't because he sent me a postcard, cheap bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee so many sexual innnuendos to make... where to start. well me and Evan did quite alot of batting tonight, he batted me for a bit then i batted him, and then when that got boring (it didnt) we started sucking , of course aevery now and again we still went for a bat , mu ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that if you search google for zefnu there is one entry, and its lust random leters?!!!! can you believe it! ZEFNU i mean REALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be in bed, i have drama tomorrow, im so fucked, im screwed, i'll deal, poker? rito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new favourite quote !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about an airbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact is, the plane did exactly what it was supposed to do," he said. Only it landed in the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90352753?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90352753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90352753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90352753' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90230733</id><published>2003-03-06T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T20:32:26.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eugh, frikken anxiety, frikken stress. yes im getting anxiety again how fucked is that?!.  ohwell i'll deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom got me wierd "herbal" anti stress things which hjave saint john wart or something like that (plant name) and apparently its a mild antidepressant lol. i'm sure that taking prozac would destress me just as well :P ohwell i'll give it a try and if it works too well... i duno, i want to go to an ACTUAL herbalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pilates, it was tough, my legs are really tired though if i keep it up i should get abs!, well a six pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Aaron is canadian? Thats right, i think he was born in saskatoon, or possibly manitoba, yeah Aarons pretty manitoba ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently having ADD is like being 5 years younger which means i will be turning 12 in 3 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a new fone if my budget is highenough i want the 3650, and my new laptop is going to be an ibook 800 30 gig hard drive 128 ram, bla bla bla, what all you heard was "im a dirty bitch" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A POST cARD FROM SAM TODAY!!! happy birthdaY of course it was early, but YAY. it also had a really nice picture of what a street in brazil used to look like, not the nor,mal type of picture that i like but nice none the less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor aaron, the one day i'm online for a while and decide to fuck my busy policy (lol) hes no one :) althoyugh i like chatting to him so its more of a :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a web page with lots of archaeic english words, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.zombocom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90230733?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90230733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90230733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90230733' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90226954</id><published>2003-03-06T18:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T18:06:20.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 minuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... 5 anyways i have to get change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i danced with scott today, just to amuse caroline he's not bad looking, i dont really know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite shocked today, i made a gay comment to ross andhe didnt get grossed out, he (without thinking) said "mike sucks the cock" and i said "i think we've a;lready established that" he laughed, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had drama todya twASNT BAD, THATS WHEN I DANCED WITH SCOTT. frikken cfapslock.thats it im leaving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90226954?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90226954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90226954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90226954' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90170636</id><published>2003-03-05T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T21:43:24.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that EVERYONE knows what to do for my art work? the basic infpo that i give people is "cubes and light" so their imagineations take is a million different directions, showing everyone is creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go bed now (4 days to birthdayness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90170636?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90170636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90170636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90170636' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90167969</id><published>2003-03-05T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T19:59:16.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my mom is officialy evil! i have a math tutor who i think is really great, or helpful either way... and mom was like nope im not going to reccomend her to luke, even though i dislike him doesnt mean that mom shouldnt give him her name for him to try, i mean she might not be his type of tutor anyways, bah mom = evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell i have three minuites till i have to go this time. and this time i am to work on drama costumes, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90167969?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90167969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90167969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90167969' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90164877</id><published>2003-03-05T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T18:01:08.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAHH i have exactle 3 moinuites tpo wroite this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem tobe pissing people off with my new busy policy. i try to keep as busy as possible because busy people get more done, and if you sit down then you lounge so igf i give myself limited lounge time i will elarn to make better use of my time and apreciate life more, because i (obviouslyt) havent been appreciating enough lately, one bad thing happ4ens and i get all... cranky, im such a dick ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I's like to apologise, to Aaron (incase i dont talkj to him till tomorrow, im impatient, for npot having much time, therefore., to spend online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah today was good, i discoverede theat in thenext two weeks i should be getting a new fone and a new .laptop, how fantastic is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minuite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90164877?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90164877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90164877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90164877' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-90038051</id><published>2003-03-03T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T17:23:12.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it's official i have TERRIBLE taste in men, even Erin who usually has more muscled taste in men said this guy was way too biff. i quit form now on i'll just point to random guys that i will think other people will think are hot, much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish mom would stop trying to run my fucking life, and treating me like a 3 year old. its like she thinks i cant do anything for myself, and the way she treats john! john you have to do everyhting yourself for uni, now here sre some coureses you might be interested then you just call this number, and then go see this lady tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember i either had a bad day or good day, *sigh* i liked my old life, everyday was a good day, now the more i see mom the worse of a day it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... i just dont feel like Me any more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt hand in business studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many quesion... when did i become so meek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn reflective dance music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im angry at everyone, but just minor anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should move to oxford street everything is simple there, eat sex sleep, nothing elkse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my complaine 65% less NYR resolution, atleast i should be driving tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutoring in t-20 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont use the word hate for people very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand people, why cant they all be as simple as me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at watch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck art, drama business studies and english. fiuck them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to the subject i can do, math although i cant really do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think its apparent it was a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate using words differently to other people, language sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the people who say stuff like action isnt who you are, its what you do. what its implying is the way you speak is you, and people are NOT that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at clock* times up.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-90038051?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90038051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/90038051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90038051' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89993273</id><published>2003-03-02T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T20:08:58.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a high note, i got the DNA "sexiest men of 2002" issue :D im sure erin will like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89993273?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89993273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89993273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89993273' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89992598</id><published>2003-03-02T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:34:01.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eugh.... EUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap on the yahotties, all of the ones i just mentioned plus (these are the other ones that i can remember mentioning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic West smile to die for&lt;br /&gt;Taye Diggs, hot actor, recently compared to sidney poitier&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Embry one of the few guys i would call cute&lt;br /&gt;Pavel Novotny Czech porn star, WOO&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Prinze Jr nyeh, im kinda over him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr fucking lonliness. i went to mardi gras and felt so full of pride ( dont know what theres to be...pride ful about yeah i like saex with men WOO&gt;&gt;&gt;? or not...) but now i just feel lonely, mick has a girlfriend  john almost does, caroline has a not crush, so does Erin, jess and Evan were a couple for a long time, Aaron and nick are Aaron and nick, and therefor don't count Mitch is a slut, Deon has fiona, Jenny has a crush on Chris, it feels liek everone has someone to be attached to but me. but then again i feel like this on any day where i dont get to see my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89992598?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89992598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89992598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89992598' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89992292</id><published>2003-03-02T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:17:51.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, a few word changes:&lt;br /&gt;1) singular of sheep is shoop&lt;br /&gt;2) mufty is now mifty&lt;br /&gt;3)Stud is to be used more often along wiht Yahottie&lt;br /&gt;4) Ebil in liu of Evil, and ijiot instead of idiot&lt;br /&gt;5) idiot proofing is now a real term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some more men to be added to the Yahotties List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Humble, he has a body to die for, and looks great in speedos *winks at jenny*&lt;br /&gt;Broodie holland he's an AFL player but when he's off the field with his shirt off... mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Kerr mmm model killer smile, nice arms...&lt;br /&gt;Colin Farrell MMM rugged bad boy from ireland&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman, well DUH &lt;br /&gt;Lucas Tyler, remind me to watch naked news on Sat Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89992292?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89992292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89992292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89992292' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89892123</id><published>2003-02-28T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T19:15:40.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have oyu ever had one of those..er... time periods where you felt completely useless like there was nothing you could do. well that was me... in business studies today, i had to stop myself from crying. i was looking through abook of all the stuff we should know, i could answer one question, out of a few hundred that i should be able to. that was the FIRST time i have evfer felt that.... incompitent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might be going to the mardi gras afterall i finally found someone to go with, CANADA hot guys...sexy men.... hot sexymen guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89892123?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89892123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89892123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89892123' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89827592</id><published>2003-02-27T18:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T18:49:51.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have come to a major conclusion. i dont like polo by Ralph lauren, i TRIED to live, but its ugly its old people clothes i mean who the hell would wear something with a picture of a person playing polo on it? i mean really. Te GAP however is good. so is oxford. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89827592?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89827592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89827592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89827592' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89825115</id><published>2003-02-27T17:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T17:21:00.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn hot butcher, i think he can tell i think he's hot from the fact that im always looking at him, tee hee hee. ohwell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit Damnit Damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89825115?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89825115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89825115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89825115' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89769652</id><published>2003-02-26T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T21:09:34.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few things have been pissing me off lately. &lt;br /&gt;1) people who knows whats good for everyone&lt;br /&gt;2) people that lean the conversation a certian way because they want to show off, or tell you things that have NOTHING to do with you&lt;br /&gt;3) people who knows whats best for me&lt;br /&gt;4)people bitching about things but doing little to change them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example for #1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron &lt;b&gt; implied &lt;/b&gt; that everyone in the world should eat more salt because it will stop stitches. i know he didnt mean it like that, but the way he said it was like, yeat that will solve all the world's problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example for #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i do it all the time, but i try not to. for example, trying to lean the conversation to a place where i can say my lap top is broken. or luke putting completely unrelated song lyrics in his log book so that either the teacher or one of our friends sees them and gives him attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example for # 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr i cant think of one right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example for # 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY mom talking about some acpect of johns crapness but never doing anything about it and if she does then not sticking to her original rules or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i've just been irritable lately, because of the impending doom, MID TERMS! and yes im allowed to call them mid terms, bute me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89769652?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89769652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89769652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89769652' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89768620</id><published>2003-02-26T20:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T20:27:50.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bro is such a dick...  *slaps bro around* he complained about me being 15 min late from drama, he complained that mom had bought him a car, which has bad miles per liter of gas, he complaines about everything, dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a tiring day, NO free periods, drama after school math tutor ohwell i learnt to deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOH guess what i just realised?  i'll be down town on sat day for Usyd (for essay writing thing). Usyd is located down town, the mardi gras is located downtown on satday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89768620?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89768620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89768620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89768620' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89704067</id><published>2003-02-25T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T20:39:27.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had English Natzi over to help me with my english last night, she actually wasnt that bad, she was much more playfull than in class. we worked on sky high, We decided that the way Hannah Robert makes use of past and rpesent tense shows a change in self.  we also decided that the specific images which robert creates further emphasises the difference between child hood and adult hood. she obviously also uses contrast. There is also the visual metaphore of the washing line and how it ages, and how the language starts off simplisticlay and becomes more advanced towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to write something long and interesting so that Jenny wil write some thinkg long and interesting, of course her entries are far more enthralling than mine. however i shamll make a vain attempt to compete,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; if you dont like computer talk skip this &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you all know my laptop broke on friday, ross seems to think something must have hit it pretty hard on the back for it to break like it did, which implies vandelism. &lt;br /&gt;Now there are 2 things that could come of this. 1) i could just get the screen fixed, have it covered by NRMA and be happy, or 2) NRMA will try the new for old replacement thing and i will get an upgraded computer double the megahertz, triple the hard drive, bla bla ba. 0r...er...2.5) if they do the new for old and just give us the money for the lap top ie the 4000 then that means i cna get a 12 inch power book with a g4 processor! woo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; and start reading from here &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a copy of the Chicago screen play, or script for chicago. this is for related material, yes im still thinking about english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft fine, i will just shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89704067?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89704067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89704067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89704067' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89633227</id><published>2003-02-24T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T19:47:47.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry jenny i cant think of anything amusing / witty / entertaining / fun / angry / happy / slanderous / DAMN HOT SEX ME NOW / interesting / intriguing or any other adjectives whould make this an entertaining entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89633227?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89633227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89633227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89633227' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89540338</id><published>2003-02-22T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T16:33:14.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some poor sod tried to argue about the greatness of Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: pfft&lt;br /&gt;Where to hide, suicide is the only way out: What? I cannt go.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: you CANNOT argue with the "PFFT" !&lt;br /&gt;Where to hide, suicide is the only way out: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: because the pfft is never wrong&lt;br /&gt;Where to hide, suicide is the only way out: Oh, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: no it may seem wrong but the complicated and often subtle reasons and meanings behind it DO exist&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: i cant believe someone would even be blasphemous enbough to even SUGGEST that PFFt can be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Where to hide, suicide is the only way out: Oh, I can!&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: oh no, you cant and if you think you are, your not, youre merely struggeling to comprehend the riughtnness of the PFFT&lt;br /&gt;Gregory the giraffe: HA speachless at the greatness of pfft\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that conversations with luke always seem so robotic&lt;br /&gt;Me hi&lt;br /&gt;Him hello&lt;br /&gt;Me how are you&lt;br /&gt;Him good&lt;br /&gt;Me see that local sportstem's game on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;him na i missed it? how was it&lt;br /&gt;Me well we won, but i guess you had to be there to see the intricacies of the [plays&lt;br /&gt;Him someone tole my player X played well&lt;br /&gt;Me well it wasn this best game but he did do well&lt;br /&gt;Him hey how about teh wether lately. its been., rathe rovrecast for a whi;le now&lt;br /&gt;Me yeah i wonder when it will clear up&lt;br /&gt;Him or rain&lt;br /&gt;me it was raining before but you were shopping so you missed it&lt;br /&gt;him ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just an example, its usually more robotic and rpedictible, diud i mention that its predictable? because it it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading a book that was prescribed for us to study in ext eng but they changed their minds. anyways there was a chapter on gossip, and it sounded like the author trying to excuse bitching, of course i only read the first part and didnt get upto the part about rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of couse the other option for conversations between me and luke, is one (or both) of us vying for attention. i have found the , tell him that i changed my mind about saying something approach to be succesful to get his interest, whereas he seems to like the i dont feel like doing something approach which works, but only on the fone. my approach works whenever so mines better.. except luke of course gets more attention from the general public, like in drama his stupid comments an actions and "accidental" falling over etc. mine are more focused on people i like, friends etc.  one attention hogging thing i hate is the depressed one!. oh and luke's tom is great doesnt everybody love him? what Erin? you dont? but he always says such pleasant things to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeebees i need to finish this sentance.  dont worry, personal joke. between me myself and/... what thats old? bite me!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inserts 3 topics which i wish to discuss but wont because of the audian- er - people reading this :P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1 up mushroom &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW&lt;br /&gt;The only company i like to be doing exceptionally well, other than Yahoo!, but BMW reported a huge mofo profit. they own two brands, and are tiny and they reported a huge as profit, compared to GM's multiple brands and huge ass loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; poison mushroom &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;For offering upo a crappy console "gamecube" then marketting it poorly and screwing themselves over. not to mention small memory cards, screwing 3rd partys over, propriety disc format,, and dont forget marketting a console that is PURPLE. and they shot them selfves in the foot with the cheap console aproach, the people that bought the expensiver ones have *shock* more money to buy *shock* more gamjes. sure the gamecube is a great system woith great ganmes, but there could be MORE grreat games if nintendo wasnt so...well.. er.. crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah in other news, i fucked over my laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89540338?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89540338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89540338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89540338' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89424684</id><published>2003-02-20T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T20:10:03.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god damn i love the chicago soundtrack, especialy when you add me and my baby and when velma takes the stand from the play version, it is SO GOOD, i cant believe jenny and fiona didnt like it, hell i cant believe someone would not LOVe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline seems to think that Kristen has a crush on me... i doubt it, he must have some sort of standards... nyeh.  i want to know who erin likes! is it &lt;br /&gt;Ross?&lt;br /&gt;Jared?&lt;br /&gt;Evan?&lt;br /&gt;John? &lt;br /&gt;Jimmy?&lt;br /&gt;Aiden? *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;Amos?&lt;br /&gt;Chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose to take my mind off it i can always sex jenny... i'll be abck in asecond... though you cant tell because this is a statick thing, and might i say it wont be a second more like a few hours *jenny wont let me leave until..er.. yeah... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to drama and for two hours i watched Mr bains play chess. "rook a1 to b3" "hmm wait but the horse has to be on the other side for the next scene" *pause* "horse A1 to c2" hmm yes that should work. so i just sat and drew mini logos. i'm up to 3 decent ones. now i just need a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to go google, buying Blogger *mwah (kissing noise)* well i dunno... what deos it have to do with search again? nothing? wha huh? but i thoughtn google was froogle with anything other than search?! stupid diversification.  i think yahoo should buy google. or merg. &lt;b&gt;Yahoogle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinkies. anyways back to math, ta ta for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89424684?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89424684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89424684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89424684' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89423596</id><published>2003-02-20T19:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T19:28:32.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well mick is as confusing as ever, he "grabbed" me. i knwo now nit must be clear that he has a crush on  me... nah. I bet Erin's jealous though. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89423596?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89423596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89423596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89423596' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89231806</id><published>2003-02-17T20:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:06:13.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm pork....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for aaron to bmake the first move, im tired of always being the person who gives in and apologises etc, and i mean Aaron cant value that much as a frined if he's willing to just ignore me. He cant have cared as much as he seemed to if he hates me as much as i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find someone to study math with on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit i keep getting very peinful images of "wat ifs"  i knopw what i mean and thats all thats important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89231806?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89231806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89231806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89231806' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89182043</id><published>2003-02-16T21:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T21:00:20.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh oooh oooh there was one highlight to myu week.. wait id eleted the post about how terrible of a week it was *shrugs* sam love the box of stuff i sent him :) remembering that makes me feel better, much better. knowing i made someone else feel good. although remembering that i gave out roses, the box was mroe originaal, wauit no it wasnt. i dont know why the it just did. bah, you can deal with my spelling and grammar, and if you cant..... you can finish that sentace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89182043?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89182043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89182043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89182043' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89181731</id><published>2003-02-16T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T20:36:13.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have "default" reasons, if im sad, (usually when i get sad i have no reason, things dont make me sad) my nind randomly chooses reason X reqason Y or reason Z,  its crap, right now its reason X with a little Y thrown in for good measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course i always go back to happiness pretty  quickly because if im anything but happ[y i just think im doing it for attention,. and i try to focus on positive attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a movie on con artists today. so then i felt manipulative, i felt sick today (to sick to go to basket ball and out to chicago) but i exagerated it so that my family would leave me alone. if i get anything less than 8 hours sleep it feels like torture to be in the same room as them.  mom naggs, and gets me to do school work dad asks stupid questiong "i feel sick so i dont i'll just hvae bread" "why have you become a vegetarian" ok slight exageration, *watches language to not sound.. more shallow* at least im sure you viewers are amused. and my brother is just even more spoilt then me. i asked him to close the door, he left it open adjar (a teensy weensy bit, but im really fuissy about doors)so i was like john could you close it all the way (fuck i used the word like, aarons going to think im shallow again...well more so) pfft, dont worry its not ,fuck it, amusing, aaron can think im as shallow as he wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i know what im talking about but my lack of coherance doesnt show it. &lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with Sarcasm.. you know if i wrote that statement first it would seem to be in a more jokeative mannar but because i put it after a bitch / moan it sounds more defensive, why cant i notice these things when im writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i had to censor something else. this is getting rediculas. theres like no point in me keeping a fucking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn women...why cant they be men? life would be so much easier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89181731?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89181731' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89181373</id><published>2003-02-16T20:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T20:09:33.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate not being able to comment on specific its so irratating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89181373?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89181373' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89181262</id><published>2003-02-16T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T20:02:47.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a long winey complainy entry, but it seemed to much like i wanted attention so i think i'll just smile politely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89181262?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89181262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89181262' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89124211</id><published>2003-02-15T12:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T12:37:13.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just remembered a completely un entertaining article to everyone but me, its talking about stoping video game piracy, and how these comapneis had linked up, it had nintendo sony sega EA activison, all the companies yoou expected then the last comapny was, guess... Yahooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89124211?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89124211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89124211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89124211' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89091281</id><published>2003-02-15T00:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T00:09:01.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i downloaded yahoo's annual report and now that im thinking about it they dont really have any competitors, i mean officially theres netscape.com MSN.com AOL.com Excite and Terra Lycos and then there is the company that no other company knows how to handle, google. i mean really how should yahoo react? right now they have a deal but yahoo bought inktomi so their deal with google will end soon. yahoo has a bigger wealth of features than their nearest competitor, and the only reason AOL and MSN are serious competition is because serious marketting efforts and because theyre almost monopolistic in america as far as serving net access is concerned. yahoo doesnt really have to put much effort in, they can rely on word of mouth and brand recognition. they also have the simplest web page to use i go to MSN and get confused i go to Aol it takes me a while i go to excite and get an onslaught of useless stuff, all though the personaliseation thing is cool. ycos however has a REALLY NICE web page though its mildly graphics intensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at Terra Lycos's Yahoo's and Aol Time Warner's annual reports, Yahoo's is the mos playful, Lycos skewed at a slightly higher age group, though still pretty graphics heave, and then AOL all text nothing pretty, im never investing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo's New Ceo Tery Semel, who interestingly enough was the head of the warner devision at Time Warner before they merged iwht AOL Has managed to bring Yahoo! into profitability in about a year. He did (what i thought was pretty obvious) and put more focus on subscription based services, Yahoo Mail Plus Yahoo Personals the aquisition of Hot Jobs, Yahoo Shopping, you get the idea, this way yahoo lost some of its reliance on the still slumping online Advertising area. although this has had a recent rebound which aslo contributed to Yahoo's profit. The main Ad REvenue REbound was driven from a partnership between yahoo and Overture whereby Overture displays paid search results on yahoo's search results and yahoo makes some money for everyone that clicks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo's success could also be atributed to consumer dissatification with Aol. peolpe are leaving Aol for companies like Earthlink who dont have their own portals and therefor are looking else where to places like Yahoo. Also MSN suffers from some bad image because it is a part of microsoft, i know thats why i dont use it.  People who are wiht MSN dont use Aol People who are wiht AOL dont use msn but they both use Yahoo, which is another benefit for yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the key to yahoo's success is simply that it positioned its self well, not attached to an ISP being simplistic, and focused, yet at the same time offering a wealth of features innovating, good image, and strong partnerships, and aquisitions of other companies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89091281?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89091281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89091281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89091281' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89088976</id><published>2003-02-14T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T23:08:58.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres a message is ent that sums up my day prettty well  first i get a valentines card good from luke bad then i see Aaron bad, then i give out a rose Good then i have to be in a room with aaron for a few mionuites bad then i realise i have a double free good, more roses good get bored in free period and stuck with deon bad then go to common room stuck with aaron bad have drama bad then emglish very good then i go to KFC and get blue pepsi even better then have business studies with aaron, blue pepsi kicks in and i get really excited about the assesment. neutral get a lift home good with luke. rember your [caroline] angry at me bad, realise john has brought me home reese's peanut butter cups and kool aid, good deon cancels planms for tonight bad, miss sam bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89088976?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89088976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89088976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89088976' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89086970</id><published>2003-02-14T22:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T22:09:40.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems like i cantt alk to anyone anymore, i used to talk to anyone about anything and then i giot best friends and i mainly talked to them, and now i have a hard time even talking to nick about normal stuff. damn backing self into a corner. oops i just chucked a molotov cocktail onto the bridge, shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when i write here i feel like im talking to someone, i feel like crying again, i miss sam, my freinds hate me, im fucked over as far as school is concerned, i hate my family, my mom treats me like a 3 year old, im spoiled, im bitchy, slutty, meek, stupid, terrible taste, lazy, ugly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i have a wrm fuzzy feeling because im helping Jenny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89086970?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89086970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89086970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89086970' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89086201</id><published>2003-02-14T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T21:44:32.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*rubs stummy* too many reese's pieces.  ohwell i found a recipe on how to make them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89086201?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89086201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89086201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89086201' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89082883</id><published>2003-02-14T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T19:34:58.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking people, they should know better than to talk about fantasy woith me or at me or whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89082883?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89082883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89082883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89082883' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89082777</id><published>2003-02-14T19:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T19:30:42.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i know how Erin feels. just because instead of calling someone interesting or intriguing, i call them entertaining or amusing i am shallow.. great now im philospphising about popularity again, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89082777?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89082777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89082777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89082777' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89081748</id><published>2003-02-14T18:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T18:52:01.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah i forgot the most vital word in that sentance... imagine that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89081748?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89081748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89081748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89081748' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89081724</id><published>2003-02-14T18:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T18:51:16.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grr stupid soul searching if i do come to the conclusion i wont be happy. frikken frikken ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89081724?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89081724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89081724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89081724' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-89018313</id><published>2003-02-13T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T16:09:03.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women..... caroline refuses to accept that there sre somethings id rather not tell her, well one thing to be specific, and she just can't handle it. i dont understand it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-89018313?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89018313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/89018313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89018313' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88966967</id><published>2003-02-12T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T21:26:23.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered the way he looked at me&lt;br /&gt;the look in his eye&lt;br /&gt;on that night&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;why cant it go back to the way it was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88966967?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88966967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88966967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88966967' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88964264</id><published>2003-02-12T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T19:26:22.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*muses over fleeting natures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama wasnt bad today, i guess it was just bad the week before because of the lack of sleep energy and enthusiams. hmm i have to talk to mr eugh banes about renting the blue box, yuck, don't ask its a complicate nasklet of iontricaseees, each more puzzling than the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quote impressed with myself today, iu took lots of legible notes and even spell checked em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets really really irratated at someone* pfft swtupid attention theif, now i know how aaron feels when hes around me and im being an attention theif. damn attention junkie status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently america is one of the worst countries for censoring the press. well not one of the worst, but worse than canada australia most of europ etc etc. i have bush,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW CALCUlator  im so excited... and i jusrt cant fight it... im about to lose control. damnit i want to go to the gym moms like, you can either go to the gym or pick me up from school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR my mom is so fucking stupid, she complains about how stressed she is, but she brings it upon herself!!!!!! shes like look whenever organising ANYTHING for tutoring etc make sure you check with me first!. and just stuff in general, she spends our money on the house, i mean really is it that important that we have a pretty deck with a roof? i'd oprefer not to have a roof, but she doesnt care.  grrr.... brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stress pains. wheever i get stressed i get random pains in my stomache &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn light! the chord is down by my feet and i brushed it and the light kinda went on and off and on and off etc,, i burished against it a few times and i was like, shit the powers going out. then o moved my foot and it stopped, so i was like, oh few, just a brown out. then i kinda hit it again and it doned on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm "default" has become a new word fro ugly, though its nto as entertainging if i tell people, because now i cant describe people as pretty ... default.  but its mroe amusing people if i write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee HEE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have soo much to do tomorrow, i ahve to buy roses, call Apple Call jersy places and then i also have to find out about the ensemble theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww i love my cat *looks over at tuffy* hes so cute cudly and he has that cat smell... i lvove the cat smell... its so... catty.he's got such soft blackish haior, and fuzzy ears, and big black on yellow eyes, i love cats when their pupils are full huge, they look so AWWWWW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders* wait *muses* or *contemplates* then theres *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear one of these days i will have to come to some conclusioon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, my cat  just snubbed me! he stretch and flashed my his big pupiled eyes and i was like awwww so i went to pet him but he just moved his head stood up and left, bastard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88964264?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88964264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88964264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88964264' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88904491</id><published>2003-02-11T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T20:26:12.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom ahs spent the past few months trying to get me organised she bought me a filing cabinet etc. but she bought this one from IKEA, and it seems that in sweden they use different sized file hangery things, because after ooking for months mom ordersed some in and they still dont fit!! so now im putting tags on them and stuff (they almost fit so i'll use em for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was wierd at school, more anfry than usual. no i dont know why, i wonder if he just flips a coin in te morning then is happy / not happy depending on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reads something* *gets angry at the devalueing of crush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did havbe a blog entry to write (sorry jenny) but now im just too angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88904491?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88904491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88904491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88904491' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88837154</id><published>2003-02-10T16:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:32:15.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*cough* *in sick voice is sort of whiny complainy hard to explain voice* ooooooohhhhhhh my freakin head. i dont want to take a panadol. no. NO! well.. NO! i feel so sick, it was like i get off the bus and then get hit by the cold stick (like the ugly stick except instead of making yoou ugly it makes you sick) *coughs again * *looks pitiful, and small...well as small as someone who is 6"1' can* awww comeone you know you want to give me attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM caroline got the Kelly Rowland and Chicago CDs must borrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets really REALLY RRREEEAAALLLYYY angry at luke* he stuck up for tom, when tom hates him, i almost pity him. Toms worse than other people who say things behind other peoples back, because then he uses them to do things for him. eugh he told everyone that he hates everyone except for tem, he said it to luke mitch mitch and erin. i suppose anyone that believes it is a bit slow, toms too full of hate and spite to like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN NO CHOCOLATE DIET *kills whatever it is that makes mom think that chocolate cause pimples* though my choochoo jumped the tracks i'd give my life to bring it back, understandable understandable yes its perfectly understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come back now y'hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88837154?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88837154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88837154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88837154' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88793994</id><published>2003-02-09T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T20:26:17.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*poonders* cant write that because person X reads this, and i cant write That because person Y might read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone now know that the jive is? i mean its liek someone not knowing the difference between *insert long technical term* and *insert another long technical term that varies by 3 letters, preferable somewhere thats not obvious* see, everyone knows the difference between them so surely everyone must know what the jive is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the coolest biggest art book. it is so cool and so big!."the 20th century art book"its from phaidon who seem to make pretty good art - related books.this one has this one work by an artist called James Turrel and the work is called razor. oh my . hes bought this entire crater and hes turning it into an art work! pfft, im over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a good picture or two of me for my prifile, damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88793994?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88793994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88793994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88793994' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88698195</id><published>2003-02-07T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T22:56:06.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love chicago, i couldnt stop smiling and this was the third time ive seeen it. nothing beats chicago.*ignores ovious to self comment on whats better* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn limited choice of things to say due to audiance, damn you!!!! ohwell i suppose i would just fill thuis up with the same pointless stupid stuff. if only i could actually write damn lack of talent in anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88698195?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88698195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88698195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88698195' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88697337</id><published>2003-02-07T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T19:37:23.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i cant resist, i have to keep talking about it. i mean I AM JENNY'S VALENTINE how incrdibly lucky am i? i mean comeone its not everyday that you get to be JENNY'S valentine *sighs a long sigh* *Sighs jenny* i think im in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is so smooth and flowing&lt;br /&gt;It smeels beautiful like pantene&lt;br /&gt;her clothes are sof at clean&lt;br /&gt;they smell witht he beautiful scent of fresh laundry&lt;br /&gt;and she smells in gneral the &lt;br /&gt;intoxicating scent of fruit&lt;br /&gt;*JJJJEEENNNYYYY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know it seems a bit sily to be unveiling a special new award for jenny again but i think she deserves the PLATINUM star.  sigh i wish there was a higher award to give her,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88697337?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88697337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88697337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88697337' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88697159</id><published>2003-02-07T19:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T19:29:12.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alas, i cannot hold it in the one who has stolen myheart (shaped card denouncing valentine status) is jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88697159?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88697159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88697159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88697159' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88696286</id><published>2003-02-07T18:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T18:50:56.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EUGH the beautiful blue is tiurning the greyish carpit into this putrid colour, eush and everything in the room thats not an actuall colour is now this wierd disgusting colour, nyeh im over it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88696286?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88696286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88696286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88696286' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88695552</id><published>2003-02-07T18:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T18:22:43.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLUE, Pepsi blue, The sky's blue, by shoe's inserts are blue, my sheets are blue, and now to match my walls and roof are blue! im sure though this will increase the likelyness of me trying to go to bed in the wall, but not being able to find where the sheet ends and the matteress starts, or loff os knowing where the window is because its all blue!!! and not being able to find my shoues, oh dear god what have i done?! I'll tell you what because i wil never be able to find my way out i will have done the worls, or at least Jenny a great favor one less gay guy for her to be anoyed at :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god i was so embarased by my dad (again) tonight he sat down and started eating his dinner, normal right well 1) we have guests and 2) no one else had sat down let alone finished cooking. i swear why must i have this one flaw in my otherwise perfect life? , well my mom and brother arent quite perfect, but everything else is i have a blue room, a crush, a GAMECUBE, a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to write more in these entries so that ther eis something more decent to read than just "IIIIIIIIII LLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEE YYYYOOOOUUU BBBBBBAAAAABBBBBBBBYYYY "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing blue right now so if any international terrorists come in and try to violently attack me, they wont be able to find me because i will blend into the walls and i wil be able to violently attack them with my blue bat mu ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of the most beautiful valentines in the world, great brilliant sense of humour, fantastic imagination, CREATIVE!, inspired, witty, intelligent, female, damnit!  damn her lack of penis, nyeh i'll just go back to wanting my crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elopement..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88695552?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88695552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88695552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88695552' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88634226</id><published>2003-02-06T16:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:07:11.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IIIIIIIIII    LLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEE    YYYYOOOOUUU    BBBBBBAAAAABBBBBBBBYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry its stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i dont have any tutoring tonight, for im ever so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAH     LLLLUUUUVVVV   YYYYYYOOOOOUUUUUUUU  BBBBBAAAYYYYYBBBBEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88634226?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88634226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88634226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88634226' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88580061</id><published>2003-02-05T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T18:15:49.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RRR stupid math tutors, why cant they come in a pill, swallow and be good at math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes &lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;They Both&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;They Both&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes &lt;br /&gt;They Both&lt;br /&gt;Reached For&lt;br /&gt;The Gun&lt;br /&gt;The Gun&lt;br /&gt;The Gun&lt;br /&gt;The Gun&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;They Both Reached For The Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son's Name : Aiden&lt;br /&gt;Daugher: Roxie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could write, interesting plot characters, use of adjectives complex, i love the audiance loves me and i love the audiance loves me and we both love each other, Sorry got off topic  a bit there. i hate it that i suck at writing, the only way i can keep the readers is by including lots of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nando's for dinner, yummaliscious i had a simple chicken burger. very tastey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT  I'm angry at crushes again, or not. i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of crushes... actually... never mind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone seem to know "me" but me loldamnit i promised myself :no cliches fuck hmmm just pretend I said "roar roar roar" instead, Razzel Dazzel em and they'll beg you for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways off to math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88580061?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88580061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88580061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88580061' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88514270</id><published>2003-02-04T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T14:54:33.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose crushes arent that bad,  i mean it does give you something to look forward to, something to get excited about, something... to do, to look at, to think about....nyeh, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88514270?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88514270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88514270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88514270' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88466455</id><published>2003-02-03T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T20:59:28.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM SO BORED, GACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron wanted ME to go to some drug council thing, i dont know if he was implaying i take drugs or if he was refering to my disgust at drug dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon tang is.. interesting, and has a DISGUSTING after taste *kills lemon tang aftertaste*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate crushes i know caroline was right i go form 0-100 in less than a week, 0 being no crush 100 being obsession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs at entertainng co incidence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit why can't jenny be right, why cant the entire world be gay, especially, Brazilians  Italians, British Canadians (too late :P) and Spanish *imagines concoction* if he was gay i'd ask him out but no god damn straight as an arrow guys, &lt;br /&gt;*mutter something underbreath about how unfair life is etc etc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to kick Mr Phipps right in the face GOD stupid fucked up principle, i'll explain later i think i have something that i can put on the list next to drug dealers and contact Lenses well maybe not as bad as those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free period first tomorrow, *dances* im being very flippant today, lots of conflicting emoptions i guess, Maybe thats why aaron thought i was being wierd, oh well i dont have to be at school untill *counts of fingers *carries the one ** 9:50 and i have gum for tomorrow... dont ask its just exciting. must remember cob's games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;lol i've always wanted to write that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88466455?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88466455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88466455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88466455' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88417052</id><published>2003-02-02T20:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T20:09:09.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm lots of short entries today.. Here's another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHH STOP TEASING ME LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in that is that saying life is teasing me (which is what i want) or is it like slack jawed english yokels saying me instead of my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you only supposed to put "lol" when your laughing or is it ok to use it to fill space / show amusement. like i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88417052?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88417052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88417052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88417052' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88415079</id><published>2003-02-02T18:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T18:29:50.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well caroline was right, I can not be without a crush of some description, i just hope she was wrong about going from nothing - 400kmph in a day thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88415079?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88415079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88415079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88415079' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88411768</id><published>2003-02-02T16:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T16:35:04.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont you hate it when people non-seriously suggest things you would so do in a flash? bastards *pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88411768?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88411768' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88367945</id><published>2003-02-01T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T17:00:18.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*writes something about hot topless italians, just to amuse Jenny*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you all know when i want to give something a prize i give them a 1 up 'shoom and if its something SUPER DUPER UBER INCREDIBLY special its a golden 1 up 'shroom. Anyone that plays mario knows that mushroms are all good and csuch, i'd say 1up mushrooms are about equal to mega mushroom golden 1 up mushrooms are about equal so super mega mushrooms ( but not when i refer to super mega mushrooms in this blog) and everyone knows that in mario party, mushrooms mean nothing, and compared to this BRAND NEW award, the forementioned Golden 1 up Mushroom, seems like mushroom, now who knows what the highest possible award available in Mario Party is? thats right its a star, so here is something even better than a star, here is a &lt;b&gt; GOLDEN STAR &lt;/b&gt; thats right folks im introducing the Golden Star award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO to &lt;B&gt;Jenny&lt;/b&gt; The Golden Star Award&lt;br /&gt;Finally actually talking to chris baker, i know it doesnt seem like much but for jenny, for me this would be like, Nintendo merging with Sega Capcom Nameco Rare Retro Studios Silicon Knights Yahoo Apple computers and AOL Time Warner OR for normal people, winning the lottery with the prize being lots of hot cars women and a hellofalot of money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88367945?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88367945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88367945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88367945' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88318173</id><published>2003-01-31T19:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T19:20:11.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a feeling i will be getting much more traffic in the coming days, now on to the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camp, Day 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to camp, listened to them saying stuff abour stuff nothing consequential important or moderately interesting, then we broke up and went to activities. I went to rock climbing and just chatted to jared, mitch, mitch, Aaron, nick well lots of cool people. Harnesses are very... acentuative...  then we had lunch. it was crap. it was. stop argueing. now. good. anyways! after lunch i went with some people to the "high ropes course" where we proceeded to leave, and go play cards. I taught them how to play "Screw Your Neighbor" that was one of the BEST parts of (i mis typed of 3 times) the trip. i love teaching. then we went back sat around and talked about, again, nothing consequential.  After dinner we went to the "slanty shanty" ah the shanty of shanties. well almost. just bummed around , after all it is "tomorrow" that everything happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tomorrow" or Day 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up, we have to go to "bernie" a motivational speaker, need i say more? We went to the first (i cant think of the right word so i'll say) episode. at the end he said that it was "optional" to come back. so being disdainfull (No i dont know what that means its just one of the words i use to describe teenagers) teenagers we didnt go back. then the teachers realised we didnt go back and had to be sheep hearders. anyways me and my friends convinced them that it was bad, so we didnt have to go back untill after the middle SESSION Thats the word i was looking for. But caroline had to go because we were sitting in the boys cabbins so i went with her to keep her company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up by the food , and to refresh our drink,. we were sitting talking about for the third time, nothing conseqential, or mildy consiquential i remember being kinda...uhh ish when Mrs Alderson came around the corner. Caroline and Mrs alderson then conversed for a while, i really like Mrs Alderson, but i just can not talk to people i dont know for long periods of time. though i do know her. but not as a friend. ANYWAYS she agreed that the bernie thing was stupid but that it was good for some kids.  we then had lunch and went in for the afternoon session which was just signing up for school groups, i signed up for the formal comittee i want a masquerade ball DAMNIT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that free time closely followed by dinner.  after dinner (geez i feel like a broken record after x we did y then z after z we did a then b etc etc)we went and chatted at the slanty shanty. and we thought we didn a sort of opposite of the bernie thing where we went around the circle and said what we didnt like about each other, which was good (but i cant remember what people said, but i ddont think there was anything too major[jared scared the hell out of me when he was like ooh i want to do you {not in the sexual way damnit}]) and then after we had said that we did it with compliments I almost cried it was all so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it was about then the the "Luke Fiasco"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave it there for now i can't focus and im far too tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88318173?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88318173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88318173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88318173' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88045739</id><published>2003-01-26T23:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T23:40:15.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well if it is infact Jazz in Chicago then i like Jazz, although i think something else, and shutup because im not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING GONE MOTIVATION, i was SSSSOOOOO motivated i was studying on a daily basis going to the gym then i came to a god damn fucking conclusion, WHY???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHY IM NOT WRITING HERE SO MUCH!!! i took sams advice. and am doing things about stuff im not jsut complaining but i'll actually voice my opinion... more often. and there was something i was going to say to someone....but i cant remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if aaron sees Chicago he will be like THAT IS MIKE TO A T or, ooh women in skimpy clothes, eitherway i'll be entertained.. to a T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88045739?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88045739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88045739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88045739' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88045139</id><published>2003-01-26T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T23:11:28.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMNIT I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING SOOO BAD but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw chicago. it was the story of ME,well you know what I mean. The flashes of fame, the marketting, the shameless self promotion, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it i can give advice on situations im in, i mean i give it then im like hey yeah that DOES make alotta sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders briefly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my blog entries getting shorter and less interesting, i mean i make a few statements about self, maybe an onbservation about the world&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like crying, maybe im jealous opf the fame that Roxy got in Chicago &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i've realised theres no point&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i havent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now im making sentances that should end with "..." so this means that&lt;br /&gt;A) mike should go to bed&lt;br /&gt;B) mike should stay up and make more sentances that shoudl end with "..."&lt;br /&gt;C) Mike should move to chicago murder someone and overly publicise it&lt;br /&gt;D) mike should get help&lt;br /&gt;E)mike should re inforce his rule of not writing blog entries after 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88045139?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88045139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88045139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88045139' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-88039197</id><published>2003-01-26T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T17:47:04.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so excited and i just cant fight it im about to lose control and i think i like it! im going to see chicago tonight!!! your jealous arent you? ARENT YOU? i knew it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tom's (not hughston) all better, so thats all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost broke one of my new years resolutions...more so. i said i wasnt going to blog or write emails after 11 i ALMOST wrote and email at 1:22 and after remembering what i was going to write... i was going to write an email about apearing normal LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugh have you seen Christina Aguilera's latest clip "beautiful" eugh she doesnt respect social convention, (at least i understand ONE social convention, lack in gayness in public) whereas christana's like oooh gay people lets have them kiss in my video clip!!! ummmm... NO scott! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't see how anyone can find this interesting.... i dont see why any one would read it i mean i sit here and talk jibberish, i mean some statement i make (which invariably occur after 11) are just stupid.espescially anything that ends with "..."  i know how to sum it up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron could never be perfect for one simple reason, and its the same reason that almost everyone i know has for their lack of perfection, their name is not Aiden. other than that however *sticks tongue out at anyone that it would be relevant ...like the pope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn parents, make decisions so diffi - fucking - cult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is insane, &lt;br /&gt;My dad is insane,&lt;br /&gt;I guess its no surpirise that im Insane and my brothers insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT I WANTED TO WRITE fuck i think i will still write it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-88039197?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88039197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/88039197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88039197' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87944244</id><published>2003-01-24T16:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T16:42:21.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEE HEE i dont think i can ever fel sad again...well untill my wall is painted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my rom is getting "blued" mom said i could paint a fact i put the biggest happiues smily face and i cant help but smile when  see it, hell even just knowing its there makes me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87944244?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87944244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87944244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87944244' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87942142</id><published>2003-01-24T15:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T15:48:30.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY CANT I FUCKING LET GO i cant let go of anyhting, and there are so many examples which i cant write because  of... stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns aretha franklin up louder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it why is that i always get flashes of what i write as movies,  kindof like i'm "watching" my life and its always the last scene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87942142?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87942142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87942142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87942142' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87935756</id><published>2003-01-24T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T13:31:57.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dances as aaron regains semi perfect nature again* well he didnt do marijuana, unless there is some way to classify marijuana as not being a drug, and i should probably review his choise of tense, well according to the way it wrote is it says that he doesnt and wont, but i accused of him doing in the past, nyeh i'll just assume that he didnt, much easier &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT have you been to simply BBQ at towers there is the HOTTEST guy that works there *drools* DAMN STRAIGHT NESS i bet his name will turn out to be Aiden aswell *swoons*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87935756?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87935756' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87896902</id><published>2003-01-23T23:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T23:25:26.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN FRIKKEN CHEAP BROTHER / CD PLAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John = go to canada&lt;br /&gt;john = no discman&lt;br /&gt;John = take mike's discman&lt;br /&gt;Mike on camp = goes insane due to lack of music / hot sex with jenny, though i am sure that can be arranged&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT I NEED SOME SOURCEOF MUSIC ON CAMP OR I WILL DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some awards, no not frikken industry awards, stupid business *mutter compaints about stuff of no consiquence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golden 1 up Mushroom&lt;/b&gt; To&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;For having enough love to fill a vat for jenny to swim in... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poison Mushroom&lt;/b&gt; To&lt;br /&gt;AOL Time Warner&lt;br /&gt;For being so hard to become the CEO of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Yahottie Award&lt;/b&gt; To&lt;br /&gt;the guy at USYD with the sexy smile, tanned body tallness exy body yellow shirt jeansn did i mention the fantastic smile? he has a dreamy smile&lt;br /&gt;Because he is HOT and he has a &lt;B&gt;KILLER SMILE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Random award Of Excillence &lt;/b&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;the term PFFT&lt;br /&gt;it says so little yet annoys so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeelll.. if carolines goign to bed im going to be bored, damnit tom why arent you backj in sydney yet, or have a computer surgically grafted to your body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87896902?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87896902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87896902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87896902' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87892544</id><published>2003-01-23T20:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T13:04:40.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr damn cheap ass surprise, i have to choose 3 (THREE) and i only wanted to do one, now i can see two that i would be hapy with, but three!!!??? *ponders* i still only REALLY want the one, but i could settle with the second one and i have no idea for the third, maybe somthing completelly defferent, ike an elk to a steam roller, they have noithing in common, so after choosing two elks i will also choose a steam roller, ohwell i still hvae to talk to some competitors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to USYD and i have decided that i am going to that university when i finish highscool. *thinks of all the hot guys he saw today* *changes pants* i went to some business studies thing.. pretty cool. except carl was there. bastard ohwel; there were  *shock* some hot guys. and then i wernt for lunch saw the world's HOTTEST guy and he smiled (not at me) and i melted, if his name was aiden i would have fainted. then on the bus i saw another indredibly sexy guy who smiled at ME this time he wasnt AS good but still pretty damn... kets just say if he said "is it hot in here or is it just me" no one would disagree... well jenny might because he didnt look like he had marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Peru People, even though i dont think any of them read this becasuse they were in peru when i re opened it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles pleasently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when i read isnt it keepgs looking like IGN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87892544?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87892544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87892544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87892544' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87830289</id><published>2003-01-22T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T18:01:21.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i just remembered the whol eget evil people addicted to heroin was mostly carolines idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87830289?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87830289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87830289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87830289' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87827330</id><published>2003-01-22T16:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T16:25:45.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life Would be so much easier if all humans were elks. Elks don't use drugs so ther ewould be no need for drug dealer elks, and elks also don't have contact lenses. And elks arent smart loyal or whatever it is they just run jumpo frolic and get eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another real life solutuon on what the government should do to drug dealers, when ever a drug dealer gets caught they shioulod immediately be forced to be addicted to heroin. then when theyre addicted we lock them into a cell for a year with absolutely no way of them getting heroin and then when theyre finally getting over the withdrawl symptoms.. we do it again, then we repeat.  and eventually they'll go insane and kill themselves and we can book em for suicide sound good? i thought it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH dead leg, damn cheap chair ow ow ow ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can o' love *ponders*  *gets business idea (ike real one not just a fake cheap in a can series)* &lt;br /&gt;A sort of cherry cola pink in courlour but in each bottle comes some different hearts with different materials in tem so that the bigges tone floats highest then a slightly smaller one then a slightly smaller one again... do you get what im sayin? and it could a specially designed cub on the end for killing drug dealers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poders something someone said...well series of things soneone said* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR IM SO IMPATIENT, dmanit why did i give jenny those three letter.... its too obvious if she figured out what to do with them.... she's a bit slow sin't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87827330?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87827330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87827330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87827330' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87784537</id><published>2003-01-22T01:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T01:05:32.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe o i forgot that on my hate list, CONTACT LENSES RRRRRRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87784537?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87784537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87784537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87784537' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87784007</id><published>2003-01-22T00:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T00:53:48.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*gets confused abotu soemthing soeone said about doing things and that person having drug dealer friends* rrg *SCREAMS* dontn you haate it when perfect people are suddenly not perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87784007?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87784007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87784007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87784007' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87782887</id><published>2003-01-22T00:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T00:36:34.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've figured it out. whenever i need to play an angry character in drama think of Druglords *throws heavy fragil;e valueable thing at wall* the to feel better think of the name Aiden *swoons at name* *swoons agaiun because he went back and reread the name*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if your name is aiden and you know m ick and happen to be gay  my icq is 63347476 msn is pacmacja@mac.com (though thats not my actual email Yahoo is pacmacmikey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that all the guys that i have had crushes on at some time or another are they guys that have the most beautiful eyes...? Sam had really REALLY dark almost black eyes. and Aaron... he has nice eyes... i had a description but it was far to romantic etc &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87782887?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87782887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87782887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87782887' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87780038</id><published>2003-01-21T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T23:15:39.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*breaks rule* i cant help it i think better late at night, well my thoughts are more amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugh drug dealers, how could anyone be friends with drug dealers like i can possibly understand people that take drugs but someone that supplies a long painful death. i mean really i i had known something earlier i might have even dumped him.. no hes not a fucking drug dealer..... but friends with soemone that supplies a long painfus disorientated death, its like leaving a trail of gumdrops out into the middle of a highway so that some little kid who doenst know any better runs out and gets smashed against a car and theyre fucking friends with him or her,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i just realised from jenny, even just saying that im working on a surprise.... what she doesnt realise is that Timing is perhapse the most important thing about this... it can't be a. im consitering i have to wait till its definate even then i should still wait untill... later.... thats as specific as i am going to be... bit me jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make me angry:&lt;br /&gt;People who are friends with or are drug dealers fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! *white knuckles* even just seeing that on the screen makes me want to pick up my laptop and throw it against the wall so i never have to see that fucking statement agian maybe im just taking my anger at something else but either fucking way&lt;br /&gt;Aaron saying people like Tom or Sean are "loyal" fuck yes, loyal to their dealer or whatever but fuck really&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is the next thing on the list is people who ar eintolerable of other people's choices of friends, like some people who insult ingrid directly to my face, &lt;br /&gt;Brooke.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fiurst two things there make me wish i was a poet so that i could come close to explaining my disgust, hatered complete abhorrance at these fucked up putried terrible EVIL things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87780038?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87780038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87780038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87780038' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87768403</id><published>2003-01-21T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T15:25:17.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems life has gone back to where it was 6 months ago, same crush, same obsession with boost juice *drools* luckily its not a year ago thought because then i would have to "fall out" of my boxers infront of the year nines again... moan... (not orgasmic moan but like aww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've figured that for my surpise, that if i tell everyone it will 1 not be a surprise and 2 waste all the  suconscious marketting efforts and will then not get done. it wouldn't have the same impact because it would have to start with im consitering.... in stead of hey guess what i'm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on to math&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87768403?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87768403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87768403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87768403' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080964.post-87762339</id><published>2003-01-21T13:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T13:20:50.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i actualyl knew how "popular" i was. i have come to the conclusion that i run myself like a business. this *points to blog* is just a marketting ploy.  its just one of those sort of  all publicity is good publicity things. i mean if i REALLY think about it strategic marketting partners Erin and Aaron.  It would also explain my need for a "surprise" ie publicity stunt... i should get a publicicist... instead of trying to get profits im just trying to get people to like me. i have a very adaptable product, a personality... very mouldable thing. i came to a conclusiojn simaler to this one a while ago excpet io thought the way to be popular was to make peoople... think abot you. hence attention seeker... i even have a jingle "mike is god mike is god" LOL i cant becieve people actually sing that :D. not i just need a cool logo... hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080964-87762339?l=03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87762339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080964/posts/default/87762339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://03.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87762339' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
