<?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-12837693</id><updated>2011-11-27T14:35:23.286+11:00</updated><category term='ramble'/><category term='owwww'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='picture'/><category term='today at school'/><category term='plea for free stuff'/><category term='I.O.U'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='politics'/><category term='awkward reference'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='template'/><category term='lookit'/><category term='work'/><category term='myspace rant'/><category term='snow snow snow'/><category term='rant'/><category term='question'/><category term='update'/><category term='google'/><category term='my weekend'/><title type='text'>Pointless Palmtree</title><subtitle type='html'>Quote of the day: We want... a shrubbery!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7081213629966684297</id><published>2010-07-15T10:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:14:47.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:2定</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hello, I would say a shopping mall: www. supew.com great products, low transportation costs, there is no tariff. 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Assignment. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criteria? Two weeks to choose/create a recipe, five ingredients, 200 words of instructions. 10% of my mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recipe? A cocktail created by James.&lt;br /&gt;The research? Drinking said cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love uni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-717439118815192098?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/717439118815192098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=717439118815192098&amp;isPopup=true' title='82 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/717439118815192098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/717439118815192098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-assignment-ever.html' title='best assignment ever'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4934083660867118098</id><published>2009-03-04T19:13:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:06:48.904+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Uni</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly apologise for the severe lack of posts of late (in fact, it has been a month and a day). Now that uni has begun again I believe you will be hearing from me more regularly. There's something about long months of nothing that really doesn't inspire me to write my usual prolific (we're talking quantity over quality here) posts, even though I have in fact done some terribly exciting things. I believe it's the lack of routine and structure, not that uni truly has that much structure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your convenience I have, as usual, decided to divide up my post into clearly labelled and easily digestible sections. Or at least I shall attempt to do so, no promises, if I feel an anecdote or tangent coming on I don't really feel up to preventing it. First up, the last months events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These include; the St Kilda Night Market, the Book Club, the Aimee Olympics, an El Cheapo Mexican Fiesta, Visitations to Nicole's, the Circus and Drinking at Timmy's.&lt;br /&gt;More recently we have My Return to Uni and Epic Amounts of Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St Kilda Night Market &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;St Kilda was beach number 6 for the holidays (or possibly 4 if you don't want to separate out different beaches along the one section of coast), though only a brief visit. We basically walked along the pier. Huzzah! The night market was interesting though, I wish I'd had money. So many cute, cheap t-shirts, adorable and oh-so-cartoony bags and just awesome things galore. Designer toys! sigh... I did, however, console myself with the original soundtrack of Disney's The Little Mermaid... and oh that note I may go put it on, tis lucky James isn't here... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Book Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, the Book Club did commence. It was basically Nicole, Iggi and myself choosing the next three months of books (2 for each) and eating foods. Quite fun. The next one shall be at our place and I'm very much looking forward to it. I do love having people over. The books are Catch-22 and The Five People You Meet in Heaven. I've loved the former for quite a while - practically every sentence is ironic, in either a funny or a painful way - and the latter was on recommendation. I finished it today and I'll admit it made me cry, perhaps it isn't quite the achievement it usually would be considering my fluxuating hormones (Yes, I'm sure you wanted to know that) but it's a brilliant book nonetheless. Short too, if you see a copy then steal it, I dare you - just not my copy. Basically, it begins with the end of the life of the main character. He thinks his life was entirely useless and without meaning. However, the five people he meets each teach him something new about the reason for his life, and how much it impacts on other people. No man is an island. I'm not going to rave about the other book, I love it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Aimee Olympics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, except for the whole running into a wooden beam and killing my nose - which, incidentally, my dad believes I may have actually broken considering the pain and/or bruising - it was much fun. Even if Aimee was late... heheh. Much relays were competed in; three-legged race, leap frog, &lt;em&gt;potato&lt;/em&gt; and spoon, sack race... We won, the fact that we had an itty bitty team is entirely irrelevant. As the judges pointed out at the beginning, it's everyone else's own fault for not swapping teams to make it more even. I had a few nice chats to people, and kudos to Bessie and his mum for taking me to Pakenham :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Cheapo Mexican Fiesta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long delayed but definitely el awesomo. Yes, that is Spanish... cough. I love board games, and board games and sangria are a wonderful combination. I'm going to make that stuff again and again and again. It was fantabulous to see everybody, I really think such dinner parties should be a regular occurrence, the huge amount of dishes were worth it I think. And the effort of putting it all together really wasn't too bad. So long as people provide monetaries to cover the cost :P Maybe next time it should be sushi and miso soup? I'm sure Zebe would just love that... or Chinese? Dim sims and other such fun stuff. Thai is good too. Next time there shall also be cake, I have a cake tin/thingy now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visitations to Nicole's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hadn't seen Sophie in &lt;em&gt;ages.&lt;/em&gt; That was nice, and more sangria? How could it not be much fun? I think I'll leave it at that. Uni really does have its advantages, there are so many more people up in the city now. I mean, I love you Nic, but it's nice to see all my other friends too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Circus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The circus in Moe, and James having a night off... Huzzah! It cost twice the price I was told, and concession apparently only meant only &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; people (One of my pet hates, not specifying which concession) but I enjoyed it anyway. My brothers came along too. The acrobats were very funny and the horses, monkeys and such were interesting. The only downside (apart from stale popcorn, random club music playing and the aforementioned high price) were lion balls. I mean seriously, I could have happily lived my life without having lion balls dangling 2 metres in front of my face. Possibly a little closer than that. I can't believe James didn't notice. I mean, I didn't mean to notice, but I was looking at the stool rather than the lion when it first started climbing on and it was kinda impossible to miss... they swung all over the place. And after that it was impossible &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to see them. Ugh.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Luckily, the lions weren't on for long. I'm guessing fiery hoops are banned by the RSPCA. A few quick facts, this was the 26th generation of Australian bred lions, this means that lions either have a much shorter life span than I thought or they've been around for quite a long time, and their names were Simba, Mufasa and some entirely un-Lion King name that I've completely forgotten. I'm not sure what was wrong with Nala. Especially considering they weren't fussed with naming a lioness Simba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking at Timmy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too many cookies! I played that King's Cup drinking game with Zebe, Foxy and Nic after eating quite a few more of Zeb's delicious bickets than I should have. The result? A terribly bubbly tummy :( I hate bubbles. It's why I usually pass on these type of games, there's just too much softdrink involve. I'd had less than 4 standards over the course of the night and definitely no more than 2 during the game and I still felt like I was going to throw up. Ick. I felt better after a little while though, and I enjoyed the conversations later in the night. Huzzah for making Simon feel awkward. And huzzah for midgets and motorbikes. I'm not sure if I want to summing up that entire reoccurring conversation, but basically it involved an underage midget and a man on a motorbike, the Irish police, orgasm/terror faces and smashing into trains. Mostly in that order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;James and I also watched Pathology, recommended by Simon, the night after. I concur, it really is a good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, back to uni yesterday. I had a one hour lecture and a 15 minute tutorial. Our conclusion was that it was pretty much the best tutorial we were going to see all year. There wasn't really any work to do in the first place, but when the tutor Michael went to show us how to use a particular program via projector he found it didn't work. IT services didn't seem to have started work for the year yet... so he got out some whiteboard markers instead. All four of them wouldn't work. So he basically told us we could go. Oh so awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They overbooked it though, and I'm one of three people who didn't have a clash with the one they were trying to put us in instead (we needn't one person to swap). That would have made my timetable really suck - two days with only a one hour lecture and another day with a 3 hour break as opposed to mostly awesomeness. So I swapped today's class to create a clash... heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It also meant I could buy Sound Relief tickets. Which sold out anyway... they released some extras though so I'm seeing it with Nicole. Huzzah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my mum. She randomly called up last night and told me that if she were my age she'd really want to go and offered to lend me the money... without me evening mentioning how much I wanted to go to her. She really is fantastic. I was not expecting that at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another fantastic thing that happened last night is the epic amount of free stuff that was received. A couple who are friends of Shelley's (James' sister) are moving overseas (fairly unexpectedly I think) next week and had a house full of stuff that they didn't think was worth either selling or taking with them, especially since a very well-paying job awaits. So this includes kitchen utensils, muffin trays (I'm celebrating by making some muffins :D), many bowls both normal and salad, a blender, a microwave rice cooker, a pretty platter, a sub-woofer, four chairs (though they were cheap instead of free) so that we now have four around our kitchen table and, my personal favourite, a &lt;a href="http://www.boomaroo.com/images/greenlife/yucca_cane.jpg"&gt;yukka&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't understand the awesomeness of this then click it, it's linked. Mine's cooler, if suffering a little from heatstroke... stupid heatwave. They're my favourite plant... I call them baby palmtrees :D They're $50 or so I think, so I never actually expected to end up with one. I'm glad I asked... They were going to be giving the whole pile of plants to someone already, but since I did he said I was welcome to take one. Bloody thing was spikey though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a little strange shopping in someone else's house though, so we all felt a little awkward at the start, but they did need to get rid of things quickly, and poor uni students are really the perfect solution I guess. Their comment was that half of the kitchen things they'd collected or been given over the years anyway, and I'm sure we'll pass on stuff in a couple of years too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I had a studio which was entertaining, they've organised it so there are four projects and four classes which we're going to rotate between. Each project has a different sessional staff member from outside of the university, basically because Monash likes to "bring in the real world" as it was put. I've got Niko Spelbrink first up and he is apparently quite big in typography and the like. He's a bit funny, he jumps from (mostly unrelated) anecdote to anecdote while talking to us - I think he'll take a little getting used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was talking about a logo/signage he designed for an octoplasty (sp?) surgeon, basically everything that surrounds the eye, he did a few years ago. As he was describing it I realised it's a place I walk past everyday, it was a bit funny. Turns out Chris also knew of it as he was doing work experience at Monash in 2005 and Niko was around then too, and he happened to be working on it. It's true, no man is an island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4934083660867118098?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4934083660867118098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4934083660867118098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4934083660867118098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4934083660867118098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-uni.html' title='Back to Uni'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5805128049640314263</id><published>2009-02-03T22:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:36:04.527+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fish fish fish fish fish fish fish fish</title><content type='html'>It hasn't even been a month since my last post! *Congratulates self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today deserved a post due to an epic occurence. I got a pet. In fact, two pets. Or goldfish anyway. The tank is about 30-35L and all I have are my two little comet goldfish and a fake plant. Very amused. There were a few troubles with the fish bowl (like a hole) but James is an awesome and now they're happily (I hope) swimming around. I'm happy too. They're named Sarasa and Tancho, after the variety of comet that they each are. One's gold/orange with a white face and the other is white with a oval splodge on its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fish faces. They make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw some terribly exciting types of fish... too expensive for me though lol. I didn't want to pay $20 for one when I could get $4 fish. There'll be more to join them, but just not quite yet - It's going to be a gradual process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, all I've been doing lately is bumming around and reading (Plus a few trips to various beaches, very enjoyable. Thank-you Timmy) due to a severe lack of work. Another effect of this lack is little money, so all my fantabulous plans for summer haven't really eventuated. But oh well, there will be many more summers. If it were a perfect world I'd be eligible for this new grant to students, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you Nic for keeping me so amused with all those books you've been forcing on me. On the way to a party on Saturday night he made me take 4 with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see Billy Elliot on Saturday with Dad and Nana though, poor Mum came down sick. I expect she'll drag Dad along to it in a few weeks time. It was very funny, very sad and very impressive. Two favourite scenes - a friend of Billy's dressing in his sisters clothes (complete with giant dancing dresses) and a scene with just Billy dancing with an older Billy in the background. This kid was ridiculously talented. (There's five of them) The older man obviously had a lot more finesse but it was amazing to see. If you do get a chance it really is great, probably one of my favourites - even if their georgie (sp?) accents are a little hard to pick up on at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there was a shocking experience that concluded with a mildly electrocuted James and mango on two of the three walls in the kitchen, across the floor, inside a cupboard and hopefully no where else (Because if there is then I'm yet to find it). The previous round of mango daiquiris were delicious though, it was just Nic and James and I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent a night in Waratah Bay where James got rather drunk and I ended up talking to Timmy, Sam Burton and Mark Baker until 4 am in the morning. It was wonderful. Sam has matured so much and I can't believe I never actually spoke to Mark (We figured out the only class we shared was Graphics and we always sat across the room from each other). Discussions on science versus religion (primarily on whether you need some degree of faith when it comes to scientific facts), however, tend to lead to the caravan park owner turning up... oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, James just pointed out I'm back to being number one under 'Pointless Palmtree' on google. About bloody time. Each of the 10 top links used to lead to me... but I digress. I just found this entertaining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Blog of Breeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: i feel its time for another one of my pointless rants, that rant on about goo and other equally unsatisfying satisfyingly feel good moments that dont ...&lt;br /&gt;pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/ - 77k - &lt;a onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','clnk','1','')" href="http://209.85.173.132/search?q=cache:f-lQ-Fab7y4J:pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/+pointless+palmtree&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;gl=au"&gt;Cached&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=related:pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Similar pages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember that. What goo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might leave it at that, anyone else been up to anything exciting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5805128049640314263?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5805128049640314263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5805128049640314263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5805128049640314263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5805128049640314263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2009/02/fish-fish-fish-fish-fish-fish-fish-fish.html' title='fish fish fish fish fish fish fish fish'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5681880814450089120</id><published>2009-01-07T15:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:33:38.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged for one of those funny things by &lt;a href="http://pedanticpanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;cerry&lt;/a&gt; quite some time ago, so... here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"6 or 7 random things about me, then tag another 6 or 7 people" I also no longer know that many people who blog, and I don't want to inflict it on zebe again. So, I'm sorry but it ends here XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a collector of boxes. I don't even know how many shoeboxes I have back at my parent's house but here, I can see seven on my shelf, just at a quick glance. I especially love those ones they sell at the warehouse, or the reject shop. My favourite is a white one with rainbow spots, it was from Maddy I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the way James pronounces 'vase'. He does it to annoy me, I know, but it makes me want to throw something at him. It's lucky it isn't a word that comes up very often. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My favourite vegetable is the eggplant. It has absolutely nothing to do with the taste - though I do quite like them in focaccias or a thai curry - I love the deep purple colour and the shape. I honestly have no idea why, but they are things of awesome. Carrots just don't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to be a ridiculously fussy eater. I still am, to some degree, but nothing close to what I was. I actually ate (and enjoyed) prawns and calamari on christmas eve, a far cry from when I never ate any seafood... every time I went to a restaurant with my family I always ordered chicken nuggets and chips (under 11 or 12) or some variant of chicken shnitzel or parmagiana (until about 15, 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I had my mother's handwriting, or even Nina's. Mine always seems to look so immature in comparison, it seems a pity that the art of cursive writing isn't regarded as important anymore, I was lousy at it, but I think it looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My typography class last semester was fantastic (for our oral someone sang a love song about a font. hilarious) but it's a little irritating with how much I notice different fonts now. Like helvetica, I mean, I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; that it was everywhere, but now I actually notice it. I thought the whole point was that you weren't meant to notice it? "It's like air - it's not there". Supposedly. I also noticed that 'Quantum of Solace' is written in Futura (The same as futurama), and ugly fonts get on my nerves. Like Nelson's in Traf having a beautiful menu with wordart titles. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like having a clock in my room, I did used to have a radio/clock thing, but I got sick of always being reminded of the time. Now I only ever use my phone, I very rarely wear a watch. Mum wanted to get me one for my 18th but I asked her not to. Obviously I do need to know the time sometimes... but unless I have to be at work, or maybe have a show I particularly want to watch, then I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5681880814450089120?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5681880814450089120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5681880814450089120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5681880814450089120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5681880814450089120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='tagged...'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1803320627130811936</id><published>2009-01-05T17:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:28:50.464+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and she's back</title><content type='html'>Guess who has internet again? HUZZAH! It was set up today, and I'm much too excited to blog properly right now, but don't worry, I'll be writing fairly regularly now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment... here's one I prepared earlier;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note before I embark on my epic anecdote: James and I do not have much access to the internet – it’s yet to be set up. Therefore, I’m writing this as I go and uploading it when I get the chance. Maybe I’ll even back-date it if Blogger lets me… Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Early Hours of Saturday Morning (the 22nd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight a most successful and inopportune experiment occurred: successful in that it created something of much joy and joyness. It was spontaneous and exciting. It didn’t poison us. It was inopportune because it means I had to walk home and get up at 7:30 am or so tomorrow morning… in order to do more walking. Not. Impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll begin at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7:30pm this rainy, rather cold, Friday evening I paid Nic a visit. The purpose was to watch the new Ghibli movie [very fun] and just generally appreciate the awesome-ness that is his company. The method of transport – due to the afore-mentioned unpleasant conditions – my car. You may already be making guesses as to what occurred. I’m sorry dear reader, but you’re probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie we began googling, it was all entirely relevant at the time but not really important to the story. The end result was that, after discovering Irish Mist is apparently good with Blue Curacao and Lemonade [this is so I won’t forget], I happened to mention that a family friend of Nicole’s made Kahlua as a Christmas present. Nic, being the very enthusiastic googler that he is, of course seized upon this comment and looked up the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlua is, in fact, made up of very few ingredients; four out of five of which happened to be within 2 metres of us. The fifth was borrowed from upstairs and the experiment began. Unfortunately we didn’t actually have enough storage room for the result. And so, of course, we just had to drink some of it. Oh the joyness. As I said, we were not poisoned and it was a most successful result. Even if Nic was rather impatient for it to cool down… and we used up all the decent coffee. And vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the inopportune part. As you’ve already guessed, I’m sure, I was [and am] in no condition to drive my car. Luckily, it has actually cleared up into quite a nice night [or morning]. Unluckily, the place in which my car is parked becomes ticket parking only as of 8am. Ugh. It was so worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where the anecdote ends and the information on the exciting, not-very-shiny-but-new apartment begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I never want to lug things up stairs again. James, who lugged up the fridge and washing machine, likely thinks I’m a wuss. Here is where I point out that I had a ridiculous amount of trips up and down [I lost count, but it was over 10] those stairs before he even arrived. And it all had to be lugged down to my car from my box in the first place. Also, I have no upper-body strength. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for James I had to leave as of 3:30 that afternoon, my parents needed to go via the box for my fridge and the hired trailer had to be returned. Furthermore, the handy man was still painting the bedrooms… so everything was left in the lounge. Poor James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here now though, and I’ve been very nice. I’ve done more than my share of cooking and cleaning as James had three exams, plus work this week. I, on the other hand, had no work and finished Uni quite some time ago, I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;The place is pretty much square. Think a decent-sized lounge in one corner with two big rooms going down one side and a bathroom/laundry/toilet [it has a shower and a bath] and kitchen down the other side. There’s also a small balcony off the lounge. My room is the one in the opposite corner to the door, between James’ room and the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few issues so far. The first is that we actually have no kitchen chairs. We do however have a lounge, thanks heaps to Nicole and family. Not really something you want to sleep on Zebe, but I promise you can have my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Wednesday night the hot water decided it didn’t want to come out of the hot water tap. In fact, not even cold water wanted to come out of it. James braved a cold shower but I chickened out and borrowed Nic’s. Unfortunately for me the plumber called while I was over there and I had to walk back as it bucketed down. So really, I had two showers. ‘tis all good and dandy now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a few things that need to be done, the bathroom is being painted and the lights all replaced, but overall I’m very happy with the place. I love having a kitchen. Last night we occupied ourselves with the creation of food. It’s really better value for money than a movie was my reasoning. James’ choice was chilli oil [I had it in my omelette this morning, rather tasty] and mine was chocolate chip biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they ended up as lumps of chocolate [milk and white] with remnants of dough around them. Apparently, in this particular recipe the author wasn’t – as they usually are – stingy on the amount of choc-chips. And of course we pretty much doubled the amount given, as you do. Also, the white chocolate was those rather big chocolate melts instead of bits or chips… and this led to an excessive amount of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was piles of chocolate surrounded by thin, wafery, biscuit – which immediately broke when I tried to get it off the [pizza] tray. However, all was not lost, cookie mash went very nicely with our bottle of champagne, and I’ve been picking at cookie dough all day. Oh the glories of having a fridge. We even have magnets courtesy of mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of my cooking feats have been such [disputably] disasters however. The chilli and garlic pasta was quite nice, and the tacos [my favourite meal] were of course delicious. They always are. The Thai green curry was good too. James has a fantabulous cookbook, so we’ll be eating all sorts of tasty food. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of fantabulous food; when our Day of Reckoning [or house-warming gathering, and yes it does deserve capitals] occurs I plan on making an apple pie from scratch. Don’t worry; I’ll test it first – so as not to poison everyone. It’s going to be one of those affairs when you wander in for food and drinks at whichever stage you like during the day – we don’t know the neighbours yet so we don’t really want a night party. So expect an invitation for December some time. There’ll be a door prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s now 1:30 and the affects of the caffeine seem to be wearing off. Another reason for it to be inopportune I guess. I’ll be back. Did you read that with an Arnie accent? I hope you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1803320627130811936?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1803320627130811936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1803320627130811936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1803320627130811936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1803320627130811936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-shes-back.html' title='and she&apos;s back'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7891938293765133629</id><published>2008-10-29T14:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:51:49.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and she's back :)</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month. I'm ashamed... I haven't gone this long without a post in ages. But I'm back now, so you may all breathe a sigh of relief :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, trust me to notice the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much too lazy to tell everyone what's been happening in all this time, just much uni work and too little sleep - but I'm free now. Well, actually I'm most definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; free. Next week I'll be working everyday except Monday. Huzzah! I badly need monetaries at the moment I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important 'huzzah', however, is in the housing department. I shall be moving in to our new place on the 14th [James isn't until the next day - I win] of November and I am very much excited. It happened so much quicker than we both expected, it was the first place I looked at and the third James did [Due to my folio week]. We'd only been looking for a week. Poor James couldn't get in contact with me when the real estate agent rang and had to rush over to Caulfield. My bad. But all is fantastic now - the signing on the dotted line occurred yesterday. Though we will be couchless for a little while yet, I'm getting one from my parents for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won't put the address online. But it is in Hawthorn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I have the money to afford it I shall be buying one of those amazingly round/huge fishbowls in the shop down the road too. And a fish. Or two, or ten. I'll see. I need to look into what kinds won't eat each other. It shall be awesome anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be some kind of celebration once we're settled in too, but not straight away. James has exams the following week and those of you who are especially organised and/or date-savvy will realise that toolies is the next weekend. I'm looking forward to that one too, though not quite so much as moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite thing about a house [as opposed to a box] is that visitors actually have room to sit and/or sleepover. Mmmm shall be good. James didn't really understand my logic yesterday when I said that though neither of us really drink tea or coffee [excepting the nyummy bought kind] we ought to have it on hand in order to be able to offer it to people. It makes perfect sense to me - even Nic has coffee so that it can be offered to Iggi. Besides, I happen to like drinking tea with people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment though I'm thinking I'll go sit out in the sunshine with my book... Enjoy your exams :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7891938293765133629?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7891938293765133629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7891938293765133629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7891938293765133629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7891938293765133629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-shes-back.html' title='and she&apos;s back :)'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6110177128879691343</id><published>2008-09-26T22:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:43:45.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Typography Trivia</title><content type='html'>Some interesting things I learnt in Typography (over the last three lessons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eric Gill, the creator of the popular &lt;em&gt;Gill Sans&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Perpetua&lt;/em&gt;, practised not only incest (with sister and daughters) but beastiality. His photos freak me out, just a little. He also based his lowercase 'g' on his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;- The type-face &lt;em&gt;Bank Gothic &lt;/em&gt;is used by 30 Seconds to Mars, Hancock, Robot Wars and Obama's campaign.&lt;br /&gt;- Mariyln Manson uses the same typeface as Westlife.&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Renner, who created &lt;em&gt;Futura&lt;/em&gt;, has been re-incarnated as a sock-puppet. He likes to flirt with typography teachers somewhat. &lt;em&gt;Futura &lt;/em&gt;is Futurama's font of choice.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Copperplate Gothic&lt;/em&gt; is a much more appealing font when a cheesy song is written about it. Especially when accompanied with decent guitar playing and included puns.&lt;br /&gt;- The 'iPod font' is in fact not new &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; exciting. It is &lt;em&gt;Myriad Pro Semi-Bold&lt;/em&gt;, available on all Macs for years.&lt;br /&gt;- Metallica own a movie, it's never been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6110177128879691343?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6110177128879691343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6110177128879691343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6110177128879691343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6110177128879691343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/09/typography-trivia.html' title='Typography Trivia'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6142781458836701645</id><published>2008-09-23T18:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:08:07.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rach turned 18 today :O</title><content type='html'>I actually made use of the student lounge today, my faculty's one that is. We never really had one until open day. I guess the sign saying 'Student Lounge' inspired those with the powers to create such things to actually get around to creating one. It was an enjoyable experience anyway... I managed to get some of my collage done and watch friends work - the latter was my favourite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said collage is due friday... sigh. I'm halfway done anyway. And then I get my 'break'. The apostrophes denote sarcasm as I'm going to be alternating between working, homeworking and having teeth pulled out/being in pain from teeth being pulled out. Hopefully there will be some kind of break-like activities. But at this stage I'm doubting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager is also being difficult. Just thought I'd throw that grumble in there. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was exhausting, despite much sleep. It was Rach's 18th and that part of it was much fun, I wish James could have come along though. I bought her a hip flask with one of those 50's housewife-style images on it saying 'I'm so &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; it's happy hour' and some monkey bandages. My reasoning was that the hipflask would assist in becoming drunk and the bandages would be useful after she fell over because of said drunken-ness. I had a friend of hers I knew to talk to at the start of the night and relatives later on. Much fun. I managed to miss the epic silly string/listerine fight though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh at long drives home. I don't care if she lives on the beach, it's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent doing homework, as was today with short breaks for the spending of time with James. Or James' computer in some instances. He worked at the Brownlows (sp?) last night and at the moment he's off doing training. He should be finishing soon though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, no exciting news really I'm afraid. Though I'll be seeing the Rocky Horror Picture Show in a month. At about the same time I finish for the year. It really is ridiculously close. Emily, I know you read this: when does your term finish and exams begin? I was wondering if all year twelves would be available to be visited somewhere between the 27th and the 31st of October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm but that's it for now, bubbye all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6142781458836701645?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6142781458836701645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6142781458836701645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6142781458836701645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6142781458836701645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/09/rach-turned-18-today-o.html' title='rach turned 18 today :O'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8390550711766422916</id><published>2008-09-10T18:52:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:06:40.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>I was going through my photos and felt some of them just needed to be shared... enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244315799954721330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeNbzpFCjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nw520jgJtgo/s200/100_6482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244314802882104194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeMhxQcS4I/AAAAAAAAADc/cWcyT9OiB0U/s200/100_6834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244314600868849458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeMWAsupzI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZUs-jD_HeJg/s200/100_6824.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244313591119962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeLbPF1X8I/AAAAAAAAADE/NhT_KvKyylw/s200/100_7090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244313393879979474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeLPwUKFdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W9vS25gtCxs/s200/100_7145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244315656167930754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeNTb_ou4I/AAAAAAAAADk/3NaohlBRTyw/s200/DSCF1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8390550711766422916?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8390550711766422916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8390550711766422916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8390550711766422916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8390550711766422916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SMeNbzpFCjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nw520jgJtgo/s72-c/100_6482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3094444260622245993</id><published>2008-09-05T20:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:01:29.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so happy</title><content type='html'>Raaah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in quite a good mood tonight, it's been a pretty good week. I have;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- discovered beanbags and other awesome things made of billboards &lt;a href="http://www.haul.com.au/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- just bought myself one of &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.au/4-LENS-LOMO-LOMOGRAPHY-ACTION-SAMPLER-CAMERA-35mm-new_W0QQitemZ170256945146QQihZ007QQcategoryZ297QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; (can't wait!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- found a pretty book of random 'found' stuff on sale at the bookshop, i haven't read it yet but it's looking to be very entertaining. It's a collection of drawings, photos, scraps of writing etc that people have found and sent in from what i can gather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- had no assignments due, there was much homework but the actual classes were ALL bludges. fantastic. I'm never turning up for graphic design on time again. It starts at 9 and this morning we didn't start any work until quarter to 11. Usually it's 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- nearly, almost definitely (there's no reason why not) going to be trained up as a shift supervisor. Yay for more money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- on red nail polish. It's chipped already but it's still awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- heard an acoustic 'Hey Ya' - very cool. The singer was also much better looking than the original, not that that's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finally made a savings account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  megan's 20th this weekend, next is Zeb's 19th and the week after is Rach's 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a  beach trip getting closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- found the cutest present for megan, and a pretty nice present for Zebe too... or at least i think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dinner was delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Today I caught up with John and it was indeed grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bought dad a present :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- still not paid all the money I owe, my bank account is looking so nice... and I've cheques to cash. (Saving for a desktop) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a possibility of a birthday gathering to attend right now. I want to go say happy birthday to Erin. I'm at James' and he's left for work an hour ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- General trader closes at the end of next week... I'm going to go buy cheap stuff for myself tomorrow. Yay for shopping. It's somewhat necessary, i broke one of my two bowls for a start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, lots of reasons to be happy, and another? I love you james, and I can't wait to spend all of tomorrow morning sleeping in with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3094444260622245993?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3094444260622245993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3094444260622245993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3094444260622245993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3094444260622245993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-so-happy.html' title='oh so happy'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-985258567822992134</id><published>2008-08-27T22:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:22:05.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*pop*</title><content type='html'>Last week: not terribly exciting most of the time. Only one assignment due, there was a surprise visit to james' on Tuesday and some wii-playing, Thursday night was very much full of fun [I love gatherings at Nic's] and too much chocolate [it was up the scumbag end of the table, so it's hardly my fault I ended up eating so much of it], Friday I was excited because I got two rides home. One from uni and one from Melbourne. Free is good. Saturday was unexciting and homework-y and Sunday was ick - x much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm but yes. Monday morning I headed back up to Melbourne [after a few adventures] on the same train as James. But the silly person had a class to go to... so I stole his house key and went and did some shopping. Probably shouldn't have spent the money on myself [though I now own the coolest monster bag you've ever seen] but I had presents to buy too. Money is very much annoying at the moment, or perhaps lack thereof. Kind of anyway, I have enough money, but due to a lump sum - I'm earning next to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, shopping was nice. And then I arrived back at James' only a little while before he did. Movies were watched, Horton Hears a Who is enjoyable. And there was Deja Vu. Or was that last night...? I have absolutely no idea... it involved popcorn though. And chocolate. I'm pretty sure it was Deja Vu... good movie that. We were going to go see taken but it fell through due to lack of people. So that means I watched something else LAST night. Oh god, I don't remember. James...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice on Monday though... I had a spud from the spud bar. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had uni yesterday... with my usual huge gap. James dropped around with moccona jars for me.. and as I was done homework for the night that's how I ended up at his place. It's really bugging me what movies we watched... He has 250 or so I think. We did add it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I had work. And James remembered how I smelled when we were at the prom last year. I'm very much impressed. Work was unimpressive though... and for the next three weeks I have the same stupid shift. Oh, and my eyes are bloodshot. Not entirely sure why but I'm going to put on new contact lenses tomorrow. Also, Dexter hates me. I am very much grumpy about that... and I had too much homework to do tonight to go to the impromptu party... oh well. I expect there'll be more of those :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-985258567822992134?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/985258567822992134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=985258567822992134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/985258567822992134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/985258567822992134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/pop.html' title='*pop*'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6585903069152422156</id><published>2008-08-24T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:16:18.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(&gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6585903069152422156?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6585903069152422156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6585903069152422156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6585903069152422156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6585903069152422156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-880798336760853064</id><published>2008-08-18T21:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:10:18.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sailor hats and Nina cats</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post whilst I wait for my washing... I would very much like to be curled up asleep [preferably not by myself] due to much exhaustion on my part. But I really would rather not leave my washing for someone else. The aforementioned exhaustion is due to very little sleep the last three nights. I really have no excuse for friday night but on saturday I went from work [at about 10:20 pm] to longwarry, to home [arrived a bit before 4] and then returned to the book I was dying to read. A bad idea, I stopped when I started to notice birds chirruping. And last night I just didn't go to bed as early as I really should have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, all homework was completed on time and Nina was visited. I very much enjoyed seeing her again, oh and her cat is adorable. I wish I could steal it. I saw her again at flinders last night too, turns out we were on the same train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice visiting Nic too, I brought muchly nice things from breadtop to share. That bakery is a place of awesome, every town/suburb should have one. In an ideal world anyway. 'tis all I had for dinner... I was perhaps a little overzealous in irritating James whilst he played the wii with Nic and Jay because he assumed I was bored and we went off back to his. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I sat with Megan for both classes [yay for the studios mixing :) ] and she gave me Breaking Dawn, that would be the book I was dying to read. We have to design packaging for those new lightbulbs for graphic design. The catch is it must be made with only one sheet of card/paper, as little glue as possible and no actually imagery. Just pretty boxes. We're allowed to emboss or cut images into it though. I pretty much fail at 3D but it was a fun class none-the-less. Megan made me a sailor hat. It's sticking on one of my walls. It has a feather I made in it too. It was too windy to continue wearing it during our break though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in typography she ran away early... was a rather boring class. I have epic amounts of work to do for the upcoming assignment. two assignments actually, though one's smaller than the other and homework only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I ran away home with Mum and Dad after watching Nat. Saturday morning was full of errands and Sunday morning - or afternoon more truthfully - was full of helping Mum package sugar almonds for a wedding next weekend. Terribly exciting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all much fun and sailor hats.&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-880798336760853064?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/880798336760853064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=880798336760853064&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/880798336760853064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/880798336760853064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/sailor-hats-and-nina-cats.html' title='sailor hats and Nina cats'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8495727456573557063</id><published>2008-08-13T19:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:30:37.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Back up in Melbourne for Uni again, yay! That was only a very little bit sarcastic, I swear. I do enjoy the work I have, there's just a lot of it. But obviously I'm feeling optimistic, else I wouldn't be typing this. I'm a little bit frustrated by one delay... but I may even get my homework done with enough spare time to go visit Nina. I hope so anyway. At the very least I'll be staying at James' tomorrow night. I just have an essay and the very last of my poster to do. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life this week hasn't been terribly thrilling, enjoyable though. Mostly. Caught the train up with Nic on Sunday, the silly thing changed to a coach at Dandenong... but it didn't take too much longer. We had a long delay [okay, so it was only 25 minutes - but it was &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;] between trains so we both spent too much at the sugar station. I love raspberries in white chocolate. Anything tastes good smothered in chocolate. Except socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to Nic's for a little while and James came to join. I was given Baileys [I haven't had the real thing in soooo long. Well, except in the jam donut on Friday night, but it doesn't count] and I actually played the wii. Some of you will know that I'm not a huge fan of wii's, but I did have a shot. You should all be proud. I prefer smash brothers on the nintendo though, at least then I have some idea which buttons I should be mashing. Also, twin eskimos are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Gloomy home with me too. I have the ninth image in pink if you type 'Gloomy the bear' into google images. He's cute, I promise. A little disturbed maybe, but cute. I want the plush version. [12th image, second page]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James and I went back to his and watched Young People Fucking. No, it is not porn. It's kinda a mockumentary. Very funny. Unsurprisingly it didn't do well at the box office - the title maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday were spent doing homework with odd visits on the part of one Annie. I also had a class Tuesday night in which I sat and talked to Caroline for the first 2 hours before actually being able to do work for the final hour. (&gt;&lt;) that class makes me grumpy. Once he tells us how to do things it's ridiculously easy. He just takes an equally ridiculous amount of time to impart that information. I hate baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a contours for a free trial. I enjoyed it, maybe more so that curves, but it's too expensive. And inflexible. I can't do the 12-month plan [which month by month I could afford] due to no transfers being allowed and a ridiculous cancellation fee. And the month by month plan is too much. :( Curves is another 5 minutes drive away though I think. So I shall be finding out their prices. If nothing else I'm feeling more motivated about exercising, definitely a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked 4 hours, and now I'm home and enjoying a break from the homework I've been doing. I had to render three words that describe my personality so that they show that trait visually. Pity they have to be legible. I chose chatterbox [a box-like 'chatter' in a - you guessed it - box.], scatterbrained [made up of scattered pins] and bubbly. That one is made up of bubbles. Very enthusiastic bubbles though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I might make a start on my unexciting essay/biography thing... bubbye all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8495727456573557063?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8495727456573557063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8495727456573557063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8495727456573557063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8495727456573557063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-melbourne.html' title='Back in Melbourne'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4743927688801589127</id><published>2008-08-11T20:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:32:03.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SKAVDggsxaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cww5gMwqJ70/s1600-h/photobooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233205917015393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SKAVDggsxaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cww5gMwqJ70/s400/photobooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4743927688801589127?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4743927688801589127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4743927688801589127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4743927688801589127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4743927688801589127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SKAVDggsxaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cww5gMwqJ70/s72-c/photobooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6151191605302536946</id><published>2008-08-10T00:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:11:31.297+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>Another year older, can't say I feel any different. I've had a fairly good couple of days though... after all that grumbling. I still have lots of homework to do [more, in fact] but I'm feeling more enthusiastic about it than I was. Thursday's class was a waste of time but I got to visit Nic afterwards and saw Aimee and Bronwen [and James of course]. It was a nice night, Nic and I cooked/prepared burritos. Well, except the tomato. We made Aimee do that, icky. A good nights sleep was had, well, pretty good anyway considering how early I had to get up. I woke up half an hour earlier than I needed to so I could make James give me my birthday present. I also got a phone call from my family so I could appreciate their beautiful singing voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James got me a pretty book. It's called 'I am Plastic' and it's a collection of designer toys. I have 14 different pages bookmarked already... if only I were rich. It is an awesome book and a half though, it's mainly pictures and there's web addresses for them all. My favourite is probably the Uglydoll 'Ox'. They don't sell the vinyl version on their site though, probably a good thing as I would have ordered it by now if they did. I love vinyl, I don't mean in a kinky, bondage related way [or do I?] but just in toys in general. Think swobbles or those Mr Men toys. They are things of awesome. &lt;a href="http://uglydolls.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to look at the site anyway, 'tis cool, especially the meet the uglys section. "OX is great at magic, and his best trick is turning your stuff into his stuff." I can't afford him, international shipping is $35 US. sigh, NZ has a supplier, but not Australia... (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, Uni was too long for a birthday, though I did leave an hour early. I had cake for lunch and Megan shouted me caffeine. Nyum. And then back to James' in time to get ready for dinner. We went out to Number 8 [appropriate, no?] with my parents. I really enjoyed myself, though we were late meeting everyone else. Everyone else was also late in the first place though, so it works out. Anyway, a wonderful dinner. Kudos and much love to James for suggesting it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad bought me some charms for my pandora bracelet, I didn't get the rest of my present til I got home this afternoon [Saturday, not Sunday] and it really is ridiculous. I have never seen so many red things in one place at one time. I have pots, pans, over mitts, tongs, a spatula, sugar/tea etc tins, baking dishes... even a red kettle and toaster. I was going to get the kettle as a housewarming present but they were a pack. A few other small red things too. But really, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after dinner James and I met the others at the Trader Bar. By others I mean Annie, Nicole, Aimee, Iggi, Naomi, and Nic. Conversation occured, cocktails were had... Bacardi 151 was tried [it burns!] and after a little while we headed over to The Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apartment is most definitely my kind of place. free entry too. It's full of couches and poofs and little alcoves. Unfortunately it was also very quiet. Apparently, this from the bartender, Friday is its busiest night but everyone must have been watching the silly olympics. (&gt;&lt;) it meant we got to have a tab though... which is kinda cool. It also meant they closed earlier and no dancing occurred. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, we went to the Lion's Hotel at Central for a little. I didn't really like it though, the music was too loud and you couldn't hear anyone. James and I stepped outside where we could talk and watched everyone through the window... they looked a little bored so Maccas was excursioned to. We also tried cramming people into a photobooth, I'll scan in the picture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found chips. not fries. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we took our taxis home. We must have left the city at something like 3:15 but I was still wide awake. I'm afraid I kept James awake until about 5 am... my bad. But oh well. I got up at 1 and caught the train home. Half an hour here and then off to work. And then there was cake. I am very much a fan of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6151191605302536946?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6151191605302536946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6151191605302536946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6151191605302536946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6151191605302536946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3531899630223756216</id><published>2008-08-06T16:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:26:45.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>grumbles</title><content type='html'>Just got back from work and I feel the need to grumble before I start with my ridiculously huge amount of homework. So tune out now if you don't like complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# (hashes are more violent and grumbly than ~ ) The aforementioned ridiculous amount of homework. Most especially the very frustratingly tedious webpage which I'm not even halfway through. Due on Tuesday. Grrrr. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The headache I have that I could really live without if I'm to do this homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The fact that I'm incredibly itchy. I had my haircut this morning and my particular hairdresser seemed to have a particular talent for dodging that thing they put around you to prevent hair getting everywhere. She did cut my hair nicely though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# My manager. Apparently he doesn't have 'any more hours to spare'. The fact that I've been working 12-16 hours a week there since march [up until he came along] is entirely irrelevant. Also that one full-time girl just left. Now I get 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I want my tax back already... I'm completely failing to save money, even when I try. I still buy the odd small thing but there's heaps of things I need at the moment. Like shoes. I'm not joking there, the two main pairs I wear are falling apart. I should have brought new runners at least a month ago. Food always seems so expensive too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more but I need to work... (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3531899630223756216?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3531899630223756216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3531899630223756216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3531899630223756216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3531899630223756216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/grumbles.html' title='grumbles'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-543792970238076176</id><published>2008-07-30T22:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:23:17.409+10:00</updated><title type='text'>some quick thoughts</title><content type='html'>A quick summary of the last, what- two weeks? it's week 3 at uni... my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My subjects: Web Design, Typography [the class of writing my name], Graphic Design and Photomedia&lt;br /&gt;- SLR cameras are much fun, slides are pretty cool... going into St Kilda is easier than expected. Except when you forget to validate your ticket and a connex person steps on. I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have a 10x 2 hour one on me though so fingers crossed i won't get fined. They took it as evidence. 'tis more money than i want to pay too... i'm trying to save up :(&lt;br /&gt;- Work [caulfield] is being crappy. A change of manager and now i'm getting 3 hours a week instead of 10-16. i need monetaries...&lt;br /&gt;- I liked the Dark Knight. I liked the Halfpipe. Yay for snuggling and chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- I'm racing mum to lose weight. luckily, she hasn't been so motivated this week else she would have beaten me already. the prize? shoes of course.&lt;br /&gt;- It's my birthday in 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;- Vis Com. is oh so much cooler than Multimedia. I've since found out that one of my cousins didn't think i'd get into it [last year that is] as she didn't. i laugh. back doors are things of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- Lately I've been getting free caffeine from gj. I am very much impressed, and it's all because of a guy who's friends with half the managers at kfc. i'll have to wear my uniform in their more often... heheh. I was good today though, a skinny latte as opposed to much chocolate and cream.&lt;br /&gt;- And yes, I am trying to lose weight. In the past year, year and a half, I've put on more than I would have liked. I just want to go back to what I was. sigh. I'm determined to look good in my bikini come toolies :P or i'm motivated at the moment anyway lol.&lt;br /&gt;- I get to make a A6 [read: little] 'visual journal' for Graphics. It consists of cutting out examples of visual communication that appeal to me and collaging them together. or just sticking in sole pieces. and it gets marked. YAY! i'm enjoying it so far.&lt;br /&gt;-I've finally borrowed the book Doctor Dave [the chiropractor] recommended to me 2 years ago. It's lucky he wrote it down on a post-it note for me. i love post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;- Today i couldn't resist buying a mr men and little miss poster for my wall. heheh... i think i'm more little miss scatterbrain, or possibly little miss chatterbox sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-543792970238076176?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/543792970238076176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=543792970238076176&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/543792970238076176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/543792970238076176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-quick-thoughts.html' title='some quick thoughts'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-902879075394876518</id><published>2008-07-23T17:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:15:57.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>turtle merangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; cutest merangue &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SIbaQJvtg9I/AAAAAAAAACs/xDre9vYwHug/s1600-h/Photo0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226104388638835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SIbaQJvtg9I/AAAAAAAAACs/xDre9vYwHug/s320/Photo0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bit its head off... so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-902879075394876518?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/902879075394876518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=902879075394876518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/902879075394876518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/902879075394876518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/07/turtle-merangue.html' title='turtle merangue'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/SIbaQJvtg9I/AAAAAAAAACs/xDre9vYwHug/s72-c/Photo0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6461290849662091022</id><published>2008-07-16T19:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:28:35.101+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Uni</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I know I'm slack. Multiplied by much. I've either been busy, exhausted, doped up on pain-killers or being slack at an inappropriate-blog-writing location. The McMarvel Marathon is pretty much post-poned due to a broken soft-serve machine. James, Nic and I made an effort anyway... but when James and I went back to his due to a dire need for teeth-brushing and showers we kind of didn't end up coming back again til the afternoon. Oh well, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also visited James' cousin, I'm not going to attempt the spelling of her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I visited Nana and had a ride home for the much-looked-forward-to teeth pulling out. Very much fun that. Only two were removed instead of 4. Much pain/grumpiness but James came over friday afternoon/evening and kept me company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was nice, even if I was a little out of it. It was good seeing people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... next few days I called in sick and basically bummed around at home. James disappeared on Sunday and I didn't see him again 'til Wednesday when my brothers and I came up to Melbourne. They went to the Game On exhibition whilst I went shopping, then we caught up with James at Melbourne Central. I disappeared and they watched a movie. The End. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses were looked at, I kind of helped out with party preparations... worked on friday and then came back again for said party. I really enjoyed myself, I hope everyone else did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday involved bumming around in Warragul for a little bit and toolie planning with James [obviously], Iggi, Nina and Foxy. It was a very nice dinner [though I'll admit the actual food wasn't fantastic] and we actually managed to cover a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... and Sunday I worked then James took me back to his place in Melbourne. We of course had to stay up until midnight as Monday was his birthday... sigh James :P&lt;br /&gt;I spent this particular day sorting out Uni enrolment [I transferred on the Friday too] and then had lunch down the street whilst James and his future housemates did house-y stuff. Then dinner at a nice little restaurant in the city. James' current housemates were also very sweet and provided not one, but two cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = Uni. I have to get a manual SLR camera which I have managed to locate. The catch is it's analog and I have to get the pictures - approximately 36 each week - developed as slides, which can apparently only be done in St Kilda. Oh so pissed off. I think I may do my own research on this one. Also had my first Web Design class which looks like it'll be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I slept in and spent the afternoon with Megan wandering around Melbourne. I'm kind of exhausted for no apparent reason now though... I think it's because I'm not back in the habit of Uni... even though it's only been one day of classes so far. My timetable goes thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - 9-10 then 4-7&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 1-4&lt;br /&gt;Friday - 9-1 then 2-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is much to complain about, though I would have preferred Thursday's class to be between the two Tuesday classes, which is practically the same. It'll be a very long day though... and at the &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt; of the week - sigh. Only one lecture in that too, the others are either studios or computer labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I might leave it at that. I know it's only early but I've things to figure out and I want an early night. Bubbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6461290849662091022?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6461290849662091022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6461290849662091022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6461290849662091022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6461290849662091022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-at-uni.html' title='Back at Uni'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7311068804565479617</id><published>2008-06-27T18:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:21:14.852+10:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>Wellll.... Friday involved both work and james.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I saw where James shall be moving to and caught a train. Followed by work.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I also worked then headed up to Melbourne for more James involvement.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I worked.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I most definitely didn't work due to being picked up from the prior day's work and taken to Traf by James. Yay for home-cooked meals and sleeping in to something like 1:30pm. Accidently. Back up to Melbourne that night where the cooking of pikelets and the making of raspberry and malteser ice-cream cake occurred.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday James and I visited Melbourne cemetery as an excursion then consumed pikelets and jam on the State Library Lawns - which, amazingly enough, are &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; lawns now. I'm sure they were dirt last time I looked. And then we wandered home past many, many clothes stores that I wish I could have spent money in.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I headed to Clayton to visit my Nana in hospital, she had to have an operation to have a cancer removed. She was taken in earlier than expected and I only got to talk to her for 5 minutes. Mum, my parents were meeting me there, was 5 minutes later and only got to quickly speak as Nana was being wheeled away, Dad missed her entirely. So the afternoon was spent with Mac, Nana's husband, and then at Chadstone where we saw Prince Caspian which I very much enjoyed. Then Mum and Dad headed back to the hospital to wait for the operation to finish and I came back to James'. She'll be in hospital for a few more weeks... and it'll be months before she's fully over it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday? I worked. And now I'm at Normanby, awaiting the hockey game that will bring my parents and brother to Monash. Then I'm going home, to work. as I will also do on Sunday and Monday. Yay fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Tuesday though, it's our McMarvel Marathon. And then on Thursday I get to have all my lovely, impacted wisdom teeth removed. I don't even know what impacted means, but apparently it's evil, mean and not very nice. Really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends my rather short and boring post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7311068804565479617?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7311068804565479617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7311068804565479617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7311068804565479617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7311068804565479617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3081997090414963945</id><published>2008-06-19T22:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:46:37.154+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded by Awesome-ness</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it may have been over a week. Again. I'm sorry okay? So that you're not all inflicted with a ridiculously long post I'll attempt to be concise, succinct, to-the-point, brief and otherwise aphoristic and apothegmatic. So I may also have looked those last two up, but it was worth it I think. Apparently they mean 'terse and witty'. Now you've learnt something. Congratulations. Personally I learnt today what watercress tastes like, I believe that it's something we all should experience - its taste is... unexpected, not in a bad way [though I wouldn't recommend putting huge amounts of it in your ever inquisitive mouths] but definitely different. Anyway, get on to that. I, meanwhile, will get on to the point. Or at least I will try to, don't hold me to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend unfortunately didn't involve cake. It did involve me leaving James' at Traf waaaaay too early in the morning [before 9] in order to get to work. It also involved drawing pretty pictures and more work. And deciding to head back up to Melbourne at 6:30 pm or so on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday featured a complicated manoeuvre on my part in order to avoid a parking fine. Followed by meeting up with James in the city. We were later joined by Annie and watched 'The Happening'. I'm not entirely sure I should recommend it, it has the same kind of feeling as 'The Village' so if you enjoyed that then go ahead and see it. I did enjoy it too... more gruesome that I expected and more than a little strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also guilted James into coming back to my box. We watched Tarzan and Fox and the Hound. I love Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was a depressed, teenage mother to 4-month-old Aiden for 5 hours or so [i.e. 30-32 4th year medical students]. Aaaaaargh. Okay, now I've got that off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;It was exhausting, Nicole and I both did it. We memorised information [dad died when I was 10, I smoke 10-20 cigarettes a day, nothing illicit, that bastard Tom took off when he found out I was pregnant, moved out at age 15, plus much, &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;more!] and then the students played GP and talked to us. No, I do not hear voices, my child does not need to be put into a foster home and I'm perfectly capable of making up formula. Also, I do not have post-natal depression.&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side it paid ridiculously well and there was very yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also left my wallet in the car when Nicole and I headed from Monash to Nic's. Alayne had come to visit, yay! Dinner was over an hour late and quite a few meals were funky, [not mine! :) ] and I may have had a little too much to drink. James called me drunk. He lies, I was just rather tipsy. Not a late night anyway. And I fell asleep watching 'Hoodwinked'. I can't even remember James getting up and turning it off.... did I wake up for that James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Myself, James, Nicole and Alayne had lunch/breakfast at that Degraves street place, later joined by Annie. Annie and Nicole headed off to watch movies and eat corn chips whilst James, Alayne and I went to Game On and spent a very enjoyable afternoon there. No wallet meant no concession though, sigh. And then... we met up for dinner, Nicole excepted, and headed to Crown to watch 'Kung Fu Panda', Annie excepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEE IT NOW. Comparable to 'Over the Hedge', prepare to be blinded by awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to my box, thanks to Nicole's dad giving me a lift, and my wallet was recovered. Yay to leaving it in my car parked at Uni for 24 hours in clear view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I left at 7am in order to ring bells each 8 and 2 minutes. Mind-numbingly boring but again, good money and much food. I ate too much... there was nothing else to do but snack. sigh. I also nearly finished an entire book, pretty good considering how often I had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Nana's for dinner. It's really quite lucky I didn't explode with that much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that is quite possibly incredibly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat Watercress&lt;br /&gt;- The Happening is good, albeit strange&lt;br /&gt;- No, I do not hear voices&lt;br /&gt;- Nic's thai soup smelled funky&lt;br /&gt;- Did I wake up when you turned the movie off James?&lt;br /&gt;- Game On is much fun&lt;br /&gt;- Kung Fu Panda is a creation of awesome and liable to blind you with awesome-ness [you'll understand when you watch it]&lt;br /&gt;- Ringing bells [needlessly loud ones] is mind-numbing when done every 8 then 2 minutes for 9 or so hours in one day...&lt;br /&gt;- I've started capitalising the 'I's and the first word in each sentence as of last post. I'm very proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3081997090414963945?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3081997090414963945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3081997090414963945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3081997090414963945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3081997090414963945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/blinded-by-awesome-ness.html' title='Blinded by Awesome-ness'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6324863878247673759</id><published>2008-06-11T21:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:48:30.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays :)</title><content type='html'>Nicole complained that I hadn't posted in awhile [my blogging helps to keep her entertained when she's bored, as your chattering helps me] so I thought I should reappear. It's been over a week, I'm ashamed, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did last week that is worth noting is that I completed and handed in my last assignment for the semester and headed home on friday with James in tow. We went to Scott's friday night after an adventure to the supermarket with Nat to procure dinner. Yay for nachos and savoys with dip. Oh, and bavarian chocolate cake stuff with cookies and cream ice-cream. We spent too much. But Dad left me $50 for food and the like... it was their anniversary and they'd gone away for the weekend. But anyway, we watched Aladdin together [with my brothers] and I expect the two boys happily spent the rest of the night playing GTA4 whilst we were out. And we weren't out all that long, I spoke to Foxy and was re-amazed by how ridiculously tall Tom is. Charlie and Charlie's Sarah were seen, and Meg has become a blonde. I also saw Griffin sober, it was very amazing. Then guitar hero began and we ran away home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up late... Simon was sick so I didn't need to take him to work and I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; take Nat to his committment... but apparently it was cancelled for the long weekend. I also took James to the train station, he renegaded too. Oh, and we made pancakes for breakfast to use up some more of that ice-cream. So yes, instead of the wonderfully quiet afternoon alone playing oblivion that I had had planned, the three boys mainly went in search of prostitutes/strippers to kill and I made a cake of awesome. Without cake mix. Yes, I know I win at life. It was a glace cherry cake and I dyed it green. When it finished cooking it looked like the green was trying to explode out of the cake and attempt world domination, So I covered it in a type of sugar in semi-liquid form that was posing as icing. I dyed that yellow. And then I covered the entire thing in randomly coloured sprinkles and a blue smiley face. James responded to this work of art by cutting out the eyes and mouth into and evil grin. Sigh, it tasted good though. Not that warm cake ever tastes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dinner" was had at Nic's where there were people such as [In order of... non-order] a Nic, a Tim, Zebe, Iggi, Annie, Angelo and... those little people Nic was babysitting. A Kate apparently appeared at about 1 am too but we'd left by then. I was starting to get tired and didn't want to drive half asleep... but yes, One Hundred Girls is a great movie, all should watch it. Also, I'm terrible at Warlords and Scumbags and dinner consisting of alcoholic chocolate, pringles, cold chips and random bits of roast are not good for digestion. Sigh. Tasted good however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday consisted of more breakfast in the form of pancakes [a new and mildly improved batch], I can't even remember lunch... maybe I had a piece of cake?... GTA4, sudoku, the purchasing of Cinderella/Cinderella II, the collecting and eating of McDonald's for dinner, the watching of Cinderella and the getting pissed of at at Nat due to the fact that at 9pm he told me that he didn't in fact need to be taken to the train station on Monday morning and we could have gone back to James' that night instead occurred. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning was too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an early lunch with James in the city at Cafe Andiamo then met up with Nicole at midday [ish, i wasn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;late] for some shopping. I spent too much money. Lord of the Fries is indeed a master of fries and much discussion occurred into the early hours of Tuesday morning. We started going to bed at 1am and ended up in bed at 3am. I was also 5 minutes late to work due to another discussion when I got up on Tuesday morning... heheh. Also, it was ridiculously busy. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... after work on Tuesday I went to an RMIT cocktail party with Nicole, James and Naomi, fun though fairly quiet. It didn't help that I was exhausted, it was a reasonably early night. James and I watched a little family guy... I hadn't seen any in a while. I worked again today [and I will again tomorrow and on Friday] and now I don't have a huge amount to do. It's grand... I might go watch Cinderella II now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6324863878247673759?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6324863878247673759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6324863878247673759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6324863878247673759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6324863878247673759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays :)'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7004814324747839879</id><published>2008-06-03T20:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:24:16.441+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eeek at the bookshop</title><content type='html'>eeeek. i've just added up the receipts for all the money i've spent at the uni bookshop. all bar 5 odd dollars is on stuff i actually needed for uni [there was a little spent on my 911 costume]. and the total? $219.14, plus there's $30 on stuff from various other places. grrrr... (&gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7004814324747839879?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7004814324747839879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7004814324747839879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7004814324747839879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7004814324747839879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeek-at-bookshop.html' title='eeek at the bookshop'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3674535398943645517</id><published>2008-06-02T14:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:12:14.908+10:00</updated><title type='text'>end of semester - day of nothing</title><content type='html'>Happy 200th Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate today as the day of doing nothing. though technically i already &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; done something, that is, handing in my very naked-man-orientated folio [only one penis, amazingly] and doing my grocery shopping. it weighed a tonne. ick. groceries are also costing me twice as much as they ever used to due to the whole trying to eat meat/protein thing. i don't stick to it enough to call it a diet but i am on a vague kind of eating plan if i haven't mentioned that. it's meant to be 5 days normal, 1 day only protein, and 1 day 'eat as many calories as you like to confuse the hell out of your body'. i like that day, except i never really end up having it due to meals that follow that vein scattered throughout the week. i'm not allowed rice though, i like rice... :( when i stick to it for a week [for the second(?) time] i think i will have much rice on my free day. and bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, that is all pretty much entirely irrelevant. today is my day of nothing because a) i only have one assignment to do. b) it's a sunny, happy kind of day with chirrup-y birds outside my window. i could go outside - but then i'd notice how cold it is and the illusion would be ruined. either way i refuse to let work occur today. c) i am feeling ridiculously lazy and hate building models anyway. d) ...erm, there are much more exciting things to do... such as sorting out the mess i've made of my desk this semester. tidying is actually a job i enjoy, cleaning not really [though it is satisfying] but tidying things is fun. so long as you don't leave it so late that it's like picking up after a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on friday it was finbar's 'going away' party. it's in apostrophes as technically he's only moved from his room to the living room. for those of you who have not met finbar, namely zebe as emily most definitely &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt;, he's a room-mate of nic's. i beat him at pasta poker last night, nice guy. anyway, it was red themed due to the time he played centurian and threw up red everywhere. sigh, finbar, sigh. i went from my last class [ended at midday, hoorah!] to have lunch with james at swinburne and then we went on to Nic's to visit. we ended up decorating and making his house look muchly awesome. so much red crepe paper. i covered the entire side of their bench in paper and wrote many inspirational - cough - things upon it. such as dirty poems [remember the dave limerick?] and monty python quotes. and pretty pictures of smiley eggplants. red was also seen in the form of dangly squares from the roof, an entirely covered front door and pizza boxes glued upon the wall, also covered in red. that idea wasn't mine, i've forgotten her name but that girl did it... she also stick-taped balloons all around the roof. wonder how long these 'helium' balloons will last? there was also a silhouette of a pole-dancer since the lights were made red [i love cellophane]. logically therefore, it was a red-light district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much fun was had, the night/afternoon also included the three of us adventuring to dan murphy's and then having dim sims for dinner. i, unfortunately, had to leave at 8 to get home in time for dad to take me to my other home. i had work saturday morning [god knows why] and nat had hockey in that funny brunswick place. thinking about it, i only really have one home, just three bedrooms. one bedroom at home, one here in clayton and one in glenferrie [james']. i'll call the latter my room too due to the fact i sleep there just as often as i do at home, plus i have my own drawer... heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then there was work, and a re-arranging of drawers due to my bed/set of drawer things having finally arrived. and then the playstation x much. the playstation x much also occured on sunday morning, in my pajamas from about 9 til 12. and then grandma was visited [her birthday], i forgot to eat lunch and then came back up to melbourne to visit james... then dinner, pirates 2 and pasta poker. i.e. poker played with pasta, not vice versa. this was with nic, finbar, jeff [other room-mate] and james. i won the second round. and then much befuddlement as we taught finbar and jeff ERS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's pretty much my diary entry for the weekend, i'm sure it was a riviting read. i always seem to get more comments on the shorter posts for some reason... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3674535398943645517?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3674535398943645517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3674535398943645517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3674535398943645517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3674535398943645517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-semester-day-of-nothing.html' title='end of semester - day of nothing'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3772348247556539794</id><published>2008-05-29T20:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:35:28.219+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my list</title><content type='html'>Things to accomplish these wonderful holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make many pretty pictures with no criteria to fit with, simply because i enjoy it. no enforced creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- decorate my walls with either some of these pictures or other pieces of awesome-o art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- print off that sign for my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visit my cousin, Jessica, for dinner at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spend a day at the beach, maybe the one near Rach's as she needs to be visited too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spend a day at the snow. yes i know this is a contrast, but melbourne likes having four seasons in one day so i assume it will all work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to the artists' market in fitzroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- figure out some kind of system for the various art supplies/seemingly random junk in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bake a cake. from scratch, no packets allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go on a picnic (basket and rug and everything) to the botanical gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- complete the 24 hour maccas run dare with Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have lunch with all the friends i'm currently missing... no big groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visit the national gallery when i have no where else to be... i want to wander for as long as i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- see prince caspian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stay in bed for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go out with megan and have much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go on an excursion to ikea, preferably with a reasonable amount of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make a teddybear... think markus the catatonic schizophrenic bear, but preferably without the dehabilitating condition. and a huggable size... i dare everyone to find me a scrap of material i can attach it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- work on my fruit characters from grade four... i want to finish what i started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- update my blog template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- print this list and tick each item off as i complete it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3772348247556539794?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3772348247556539794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3772348247556539794&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3772348247556539794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3772348247556539794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-list.html' title='my list'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1897524033302737679</id><published>2008-05-28T19:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:52:17.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>end of semester</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post before i finish off all the necessary homework [the worst is over... unless of course you take into account how terrible i am at models. but i have a week] which shouldn't keep me up too late. which is good, because i'm exhausted... and much too emotional for my liking because of it. stupid sleeplessness doing funny things to your brain/hormones. hormones are to blame for &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i printed off my digital processes assignment today. note to self: good quality printing = expensive. $10 expensive in fact. for one glossy, A3 colour image. it also has to be booked. sigh. that part of my morning was terribly exciting, megan sat and watched. and then we got caffeine and all was good for the world. except from the perspective of both my bank account and my thighs. i really have to break my gjc habit. maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also believe i passed this morning's test. [despite a &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;stupid mistake regarding post-modern architecture as opposed to art nouveau. not sure how i managed that] aaaand... my assignment for tomorrow only needs to be mounted now. oh, and the bookwork, but it won't take me too long. yay for the end of the semester :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i'm not nearly as stressed as i've been, i've work to do but it isn't too ridiculous now... i get to laugh at all those of you who have to suffer exams. your turn. except for people like james who have assignments &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; exams... and jeff hughes too. i spoke to him yesterday morning. i see him maybe once every two weeks for a 5 minute chat. his last two design assignments have been on display. they were both ridiculously good. silly industrial design genius... i bet he's all high distinctions, in that subject at least. sigh. but i'm passing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye all, that's enough minor rants and smiley faces for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1897524033302737679?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1897524033302737679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1897524033302737679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1897524033302737679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1897524033302737679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-semester.html' title='end of semester'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4902694524230945497</id><published>2008-05-25T10:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:23:13.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one year weekend</title><content type='html'>as i'm sitting at james' and i haven't &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; found the motivation to do my homework, i thought i'd write another post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was a day of much fun. i had fairly unproductive classes until 2 [though i received a freddo in one so i shan't complain too much] and then headed back to that james' person's place. hmmm... i haven't mentioned the night before have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was at james' too. there was a 911 themed night at the pub and i was told i had to go. i went as a stabbing victim. basically, i wore normal clothes and made a very cool knife out of black and grey paper. i then stuck it to myself so that the tip disappeared into my top and drew a bloodstain across my chest. in paint. i was wearing a v-neck top :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was fun anyway, i could have had free beer... and i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; try it. but even free beer doesn't taste good. i also met some of james' friends, though not much talking was done. apparently i pass, in their opinions i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now back to friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james and i went into the city to celebrate the whole 'one year of going out' thing *beams*. soooo... pre-drinks [cocktails :D] at the trader bar and then a meal at fifteen. everyone should go there... when you're not suffering from brokeness anyway. [i had three courses and two cocktail-like contraptions and that came to $90 or so.] it's pretty and fancy and the guy at the door asked to take my coat. heheh... but yes, it was really nice. the food [once we'd deciphered the menu] was absolutely delicious and we got free bread inbetween courses lol. i like bread. plus we got cushy seats in the corner, there was once of those padded bench things running around the walls :) mm what else? i don't know, it was just a... awesome isn't the right word, a think wonderful would be more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were there for 2 and a half hours so we came out at 9, we couldn't really be bothered going to billboard and waiting for faker to play though [they were due to start at 11] so we went home and decided to have a pirates marathon. i fell asleep at the end of the first one though so that kinda fell through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm and yesterday we slept in, had lunch/breakfast in a cafe and then went to spend the day in the city. i got to be the 'lovely assistant' for a busker which was... interesting. before i was allowed to pass up the knives he was planning on juggling from his uni-cycle i had to kiss him on the cheek. james was told to close his eyes and of course he turned around and kissed me on the lips instead... i could see that one coming. sigh. it also took me two tries to actually get the last knife up to him... my bad. he was entertaining though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much wandering around occured... mostly in house-y shops. when i move out next year there are oh so many things i'm going to want. need as well, but mostly want. i could easily spend a few hundred dollars at general trader's for example. [they sell cooking utensils/cutlery/other cool things.] i want the red bread bin lol... and the microwave rice-cooker. oh and the trifle bowl... plus all that practical stuff like knives and bowls etc. the only thing i have a full set of is dinner plates and cutlery. oh and of course my awesome tea set mc-thing i got for my birthday. i don't have room to put that in my box... i'm really looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some kind of random meal that was neither lunch nor dinner [at 5pm] and we went to see the indianna movie. muchly enjoyable for the most part. then home via nic's for a short visit and maccas for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's my weekend to date. james was up ridiculously early to go to work so it's just me at the moment. i should go get some of that work done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4902694524230945497?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4902694524230945497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4902694524230945497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4902694524230945497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4902694524230945497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-year-weekend.html' title='one year weekend'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5580582672293425276</id><published>2008-05-22T15:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:41:15.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>charnwood and my dream home</title><content type='html'>okay, so i'm not going to even pretend to do work right now... i'm basically here to hand something in and get marks back, for which i have to attend a two hour class. no, this whole process does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; take two hours, but the teacher is elsewhere and james is being an awesome and picking me up from uni today. much love. not entirely selfless [just mostly] because he wants to go to dan murphy's... convieniently 500 odd metres or so from my university. alcohol always seems to be in close proximity to university students. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also discovered where i want to live next year. there's a gorgeous 4 unit apartment [old-fashioned, light grey stone with a perty front garden and much yard space - by melbourne standards anyway ] called 'Charnwood' on the corner of turner street and dandenong road's service road. for those of you who are unaware dandenong road is the location of the caulfield campus. turner street also happens to be 100 metres from the crossing of said dandenong road which leads directly [as in within 5 metres of] to the doorway to the art and design building. oh the awesomeness of living at such a place. i expect it's $300 a week or something. but still... maybe i could go without food? *cough* the extra sleep involved would very nearly make that worth it. especially since my parents are willing to pay for groceries anyway. not that i ever remember to take them up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also an interior decoration place nearby which i discovered... how to decorate your house with antiques. equally gorgeous stuff in there to go in my dream house. they had chaise lounges. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; chaise lounges. so beautiful yet ridiculously impractical for lounging. they should call it the chaise perch, they're good for perching on whilst drinking cocktails, or red wine as i proved the other week. i believe it greatly helped in my consuming of said wine due to my level of intoxication. this couldn't be achieved on a couch, i would have fallen into it and spilt it all over myself.&lt;br /&gt;i've wanted a chaise lounge for a few years now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also had perdy dining tables and matching chairs, plus those fancy victorian style ones you put in the corner of rooms to impress people. they're not really for sitting on, just for looking at. and mirrors. i love old-fashioned mirrors. i'm definitely getting myself one of those, the simple, dark wooden ones - not the overly gaudy gold ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm and wooden floors. definitely wooden floorss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at least one red wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done my musings for the moment. i propose a 'buy brie that charnwood house and she'll love you forever' fund. you can sleep over whenever you want, 5 minutes from caulfield station lol. i dare you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5580582672293425276?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5580582672293425276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5580582672293425276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5580582672293425276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5580582672293425276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/charnwood-and-my-dream-home.html' title='charnwood and my dream home'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-2718648739592916630</id><published>2008-05-21T19:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:19:05.371+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>james thought it was time for a new post. it probably is, but i have to be quick due to copious amounts of homework. so much homework in fact, that using the word 'copious' isn't even making me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was grand, work passed really quickly, i managed to get onto an earlier bus and therefore catch the security bus... and then james arrived :) at about 7 anyway. so we had dinner of dip and bread and brie. [i'm a cannibal i know] and watched the movie bootcamp. i muchly enjoyed it. it was our one year anniversary and james pretty much got me the coolest card and present [shiny red leather wallet] and i got to de-stress. much lying around together and talking. other things too, but no one wants those details.&lt;br /&gt;love you james. i don't tell you that nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i have to go back to stressing. i'm strategically missing classes all over the place at the moment. i need sleep and to get work done. i only have the rest of this week and next week left [plus things to hand in the weekend after] and i've three assignments due [one for each week, first is tomorrow] plus a folio to finish. not to mention all my other commitments to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very much looking forward to the next two nights though, they're after the hand in date for this week so not so stressful. james and i are going to a nice restaurant on friday night... can't wait for the weekend too, even though the silly person will wake me up at 4 am on sunday... work is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i've written way too much. i need to go get things done :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i should probably find time to eat. i've forgotten that a little lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait til the holidays and i can see you all :)&lt;br /&gt;[and have no homework. thank fucking god]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-2718648739592916630?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2718648739592916630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=2718648739592916630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2718648739592916630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2718648739592916630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4776963719031303581</id><published>2008-05-16T21:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:04:32.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-permanent</title><content type='html'>sigh. i can't go to bed because i shan't be getting picked up until 10. so i've been browsing internet sites. it turns out that pixar were at semi-permanent this year [a design conference of much awesomeness]. due to the fact that this has already come to pass &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the damn thing doesn't come to melbourne, i am very much disgruntled. though i suspect i can mainly blame the grumpiness on the whole sickness thing. i'm looking forward to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4776963719031303581?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4776963719031303581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4776963719031303581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4776963719031303581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4776963719031303581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/semi-permanent.html' title='semi-permanent'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-2743687976449773627</id><published>2008-05-15T22:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:38:00.324+10:00</updated><title type='text'>essay</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION ALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essay is &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;. It comprises of 7 pages, 48 Bibliography references, 42 Footnotes and 1905 Words. Oh, and 3 Cited pieces of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it isn't even 11 o'clock yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-2743687976449773627?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2743687976449773627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=2743687976449773627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2743687976449773627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2743687976449773627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/essay.html' title='essay'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3850964268150150271</id><published>2008-05-13T21:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:21:16.778+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball and Jess' 30th</title><content type='html'>okay, so two significant-type things have happened, so I'm taking a break from my homework [I finished my mail man ~ he's awesome] to write about them while I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night was the &lt;strong&gt;resident's ball&lt;/strong&gt;, as I'm sure I've mentioned previously. Possibly. But anyway, I hopped on the bus at 6:15 [which meant having to skip my last class ~ tragedy] and did that arriving thing. I wore my val dress, but less classy and more fun. i.e. mum wouldn't let me borrow her pearls when I was planning on going clubbing afterwards. She may as well have though, I didn't end up going to the after party. But I'm not up to that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met James there and everyone kind of squidged into the entry area thing, people were going around with trays of wine and nibblies but it was rather like a mosh pit. so that didn't last long, they kind of pushed us through to the main room fairly quickly. James and I didn't fit at either of the normanby tables... so we were pretty much alone. We chatted a little, but not much. The entree was boring, dinner was rather nice if late and I missed dessert due to being distracted by someone from spags. god, who was it? this is really rather terrible... i was more than a little tipsy by this stage to be honest. the wine [once I found someone to bring me a bottle of red] was very nice... and free. &lt;strong&gt;I had one glass short of going through an entire bottle of cabernet merlot&lt;/strong&gt; by myself. James, who the hell was it? She's going to the peninsula campus... ha! It was &lt;strong&gt;emma davie&lt;/strong&gt; :D James ate my dessert while I was distracted and talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Prue and that guy who Annie told me the name of were there too. Andrew i think, red fuzzy hair. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, James and I spent the first part of the night drinking wine at our table and then the rest of the night drinking wine on the chaise lounge out in the quieter entry area. We got up for refills twice, hence James having the opportunity to eat my dessert. or possibly ours, to be fair there was only one but we &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; going to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much &lt;strong&gt;half drunken conversation and one too many glasses for me to be able to go to the after party&lt;/strong&gt;. I had 5 glasses... though the last [really a glass and a half] was not finished. I believe I blacked out for a few minutes at one stage too. End result? I have officially had a hangover [incredibly mild as it was] and have most definitely been drunk. Fun - but I'm glad James was there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm entertaining drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night James and I &lt;strong&gt;saw Iron Man. Very muchly recommended&lt;/strong&gt;. Get up and go see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken home [Nat has hockey in Melbourne on friday nights] and came back up Saturday night for my cousin's party. Except somewhere in between these two events I became Spanish. It was a themed party. &lt;strong&gt;I had black, curly hair&lt;/strong&gt; [LOTS of it] and the most awesome dress in existance. I didn't take the wig off until Jess' gay friend decided he wanted to see my natural hair colour. this was at 3 am I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get drunk this time but I did stay up nearly all night. Mum went home at 4 [brothers didn't come and Dad left a little earlier], leaving me at Jess' by myself for the first time. Jess was very excited. It was only myself and her friends by this stage [it was her 30th] too, fun was had. I started to doze off at 6 so Jess decided she wanted to put me to bed, since I was never allowed to stay with her when I was little. She left my/her room at 7am and I half slept until 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home again, home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon tea at the vault in yarragon. a very nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the James' drove me up to Melbourne again to his place. Movies were watched and sleep was had at 1am. Understandably, I slept through my 8 am lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing exciting has happened since then... i still have much work to do and washing that should be done by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye all (^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3850964268150150271?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3850964268150150271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3850964268150150271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3850964268150150271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3850964268150150271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/ball-and-jess-30th.html' title='Ball and Jess&apos; 30th'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1746109209382498757</id><published>2008-05-12T17:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:29:47.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting....</title><content type='html'>this post is interesting, with a side order or awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james, you are a smart-arse (^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1746109209382498757?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1746109209382498757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1746109209382498757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1746109209382498757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1746109209382498757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting.html' title='interesting....'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8942688329124618690</id><published>2008-05-02T23:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:21:08.711+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my song</title><content type='html'>you know those random quiz type things where you shuffle your music and use the titles of whatever comes up to describe yourself? or whatever... well, whilst driving home tonight/this afternoon i was musing [such a wonderful word... like quandry] about what song best describes my own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm so often told that i'm a happy person i decided that it would have to be a fairly upbeat song, preferably not one with a depressing meaning behind it... like 'shimmer' by fuel. it sounds happy, but it isn't. i'd like to think that i &lt;em&gt;actually am&lt;/em&gt; a happy person, i enjoy making people laugh and seem to be able to do it quite easily when i set my mind to it. apologies to those who have seen me moody and/or upset, but i'm not usually like that. truly. i entirely blame stress/sleeplessness/hormones. or possibly all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, happy song. or at least upbeat. a 'do do do' song really - i always meant to make that compilation but i had trouble drawing the line at what &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;one and what &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt;. some that don't have the actual words still sound like they &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had to throw out the waifs' 'lighthouse' because i don't think i'll ever be able to achieve the alternative and careless kind of cool that they epitomise to me. i'm too materialistic and fashionably-challenged for that. i couldn't pull off that look, or personality. love the song - but most definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this led me to 'can't get enough of you' by smash mouth. this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; me in some respects. materialistic and loving it. i wouldn't want to change. 'semi-charmed life' is also a possibility, though there isn't anything i feel i particularily feel i need to live my life. maybe if you disregard the lyrics entirely and just focus on the music. morever, i don't do crystal meth [a line of the song i hadn't noticed until i looked up the lyrics earlier, though to be fair i did realise it was full of more obscure references].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's 'what i like about you', that cheesy one by the romantics, that is me - but perhaps without the asian accent. i love the tune though... 'hey there leonardo' [you might know it as 'she likes me for me'] by blessed union of souls is also a possibility. i don't care in the slightest about james' big screen or his collection of dvds. i also don't watch much tv. perfect really. i'm not sure if i want to be 'phat like cindy crawford' because, to be honest, i've no idea who she is and if this is a compliment. apart from that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am most definitely not 'black betty'. entirely std [or is it sti now?] free, and childless... thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe 'bubbly' by colbie caillat? i love hiding from the rain under the covers... and just in general i think it's a suitable tune. there are other lines too, but at the risk of sounding too sentimental/sickening to some of you guys i'll refrain from mentioning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm i'm also thinking 'new soul' by yael naim. i know i'm no innocent but i love experiencing new things and i appreciate the simple things in life. like bubblewrap, laughing and making james' head explode. it also has a 'la la la' bit which definitely adds to its credibility... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i'm not entirely sure. any suggestions? or musings about your own song? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8942688329124618690?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8942688329124618690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8942688329124618690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8942688329124618690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8942688329124618690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-song.html' title='my song'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6512867564727452345</id><published>2008-04-23T21:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:18:46.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>life is grand</title><content type='html'>well, james complained about it saying '10' when it is, in fact, '11'. so here i am. i was done my homework [by this i mean done everything that's due &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; week] by 8:30, a wonderful effort i thought. i was a little annoyed though... i could have gone and visited james. i'm still annoyed really - i haven't seen him since last wednesday morning. work is stupid. i'm going to go see him after uni tomorrow night, though he'll have to leave at 9 unfortunately... i'll just get distracted by rollercoaster tycoon again i suspect. and then be woken up ridiculously early in the morning. but i don't mind in the least - so long as i get to go back to sleep in his arms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seems to be particularily grand at the moment, i'm not stressed in the least. i know i should be getting other work out of the way... i've projects galore coming up - though only one next week! *cheers* i have at least one every week, two the week after next. including an essay worth 50% of my final grade for that subject. ick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, life is grand due to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i'm seeing james tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;~transfering courses is looking like it shall all work out&lt;br /&gt;~my immediate homework is done&lt;br /&gt;~i have no uni on friday&lt;br /&gt;~i'm sleeping in and then catching up with rach instead&lt;br /&gt;~the resident's ball is coming up&lt;br /&gt;~my room is clean&lt;br /&gt;~my walls are pretty&lt;br /&gt;~friday night has no commitments&lt;br /&gt;~i'll get a decent amount of sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually going to get into bed and read for a little by 10 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm thoroughly sick of is kfc. i was wondering when that would happen. lately i've been surrounded by other people also sick of it so that's probably exacerbated it. i just don't want to lose contact with some of the friends i've made in moe, i'll have to make sure i see them outside of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also, it's convenient... especially caulfield, and working back home on weekends is kind of nice because it means i see my family, mum especially. so i don't really know. maybe i'll look around, i'll be fine until the holidays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to figure out where i'll be staying for those... i'm thinking some time here, some with james, visits to nina and nicole and home too. i'll need to work out where i'll be and when so said work can be arranged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm but that's all i feel like writing. i'm going to [belatedly] make a sign for my door. yes, i know i'm slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6512867564727452345?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6512867564727452345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6512867564727452345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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theme] and i stumbled upon an &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneybridal.com/index.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; about how the princesses have changed over time. interesting enough to distract me from my homework, you know, i'd entirely forgotten about pocohontas. beauty and the beast is definitely the next one i want anyway though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i digress. there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a point. i know, unbelievable. within this article there was a link to a site of much entertainment on my part. apparently it was unveiled last year and unfortunately they have no australian outlets but... disney has unveiled a &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneybridal.com/index.html"&gt;line of wedding dresses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; based on each of the princesses, that is, sleeping beauty, snow white, cinderella, jasmine, ariel and belle. mulan is technically a 'disney princess' too but due to her perchance for male clothing she obviously hasn't been included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first of the autumn snow white styles is probably my favourite... but there's seriously heaps, they all have at least 4 variations if you scroll along. if only i were rich... and actually getting married. not that i have any plan on doing so at this stage, but i do want &lt;a href="http://www.disneybridal.com/fall2008/bridal/bridalindex.html?princess=snow_white"&gt;that dress&lt;/a&gt; [SW2806]... maybe it comes in another colour?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4234534306350780298?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4234534306350780298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4234534306350780298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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on his muchly big computer. it makes my blog look rather retarded to be honest. i wandered around glenferrie for a little bit, i thought james was busy so i decided to take my time. turns out he wasn't, he just though &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was busy. sigh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, we had a very nice dinner together... i'm going to try making it for myself next week :) it has eggplant! *gasps* eggplants are pretty much the coolest colour in existence. for a vegetable anyway. here is where i'd usually have the time and attention span [or perhaps lack thereof] to launch into a ramble. i do have the first one, and most of the latter, however, not enough to type it out on this damn keyboard. i keep hitting the wrong keys, obviously i've become institutionalised in terms of my laptop. i know it's worse [than a desktop], but now that i'm used to it i can't help but be uncomfortable on the outside. sigh, shawshank anyone? the person who would be most likely to understand that doesn't read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i originally intended to go out while he worked, and visit him at the bar he was working at. but i'm exhausted [and nina is sick] due to too many late nights trying to finish assignments. but they're all handed in now - i have two shiny new projects due in next week instead. joy. the essays are actually easier than all this creative stuff. i know i complained about it but it took next to no time compared to my tryptch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've a chess poster to design and a 3 letter word to create. i got that last one today, we need to show the word and its meaning through using the three letters. it has to be 3D but made out of 2D materials. i'm going to buy much red ribbon and some mesh in order to create 'tie'. heheh steph is considering buying a cheap wig to plait and create hers... yes it is 'wig'. the original conversation was leading to actual hair... until we remembered the existence of wigs. oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i might do some work then call it a night, everyone else seems to be out rather than on msn... :( stupid social lives.... i'm too drained to have one tonight. i believe i've said that, let us blame the attention span and never raise the issue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3773102421681025012?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3773102421681025012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3773102421681025012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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early most of this week - i'm very much exhausted. though, to be perfectly honest i haven't done my readings [didn't last week either]. i am, however, in the process of printing them so i can speed read them during my hour break. the first is 23 pages, not sure about the second but it'll be at least 15. sigh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;yep, exactly 15. i ought to print both sides i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i should do some of that sleeping thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;bubbye all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4945001750608331061?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7385563542692345028</id><published>2008-04-09T20:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:13:31.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>grumble</title><content type='html'>graaargh (&gt;&lt;) so... whilst sitting here eating my nutrious dinner of weetbix and crunchy noodles [no, not together] due to high levels of grumpiness, i thought i'd type something. mainly, i'm tired and i can't go to bed until this work is done. i therefore feel like grumbling at something. said grumpiness isn't helped by the staying up late working that occurred last night and, lucky for me, was followed by a 6:30 wake-up alarm. i think i'll skip that damn lecture next week... i don't have to work after so i might take the day off. sounds good to me. but yes, the foods are gone and so should i be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye&lt;div 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title='grumble'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5526411965527592502</id><published>2008-04-03T22:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:06:37.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>first assignment</title><content type='html'>mm so i'm just waiting for my washing to be finished... not really enough time to start on a second lot of homework really, hence me being here. I'm a bit overloaded with work at the moment but it's all working out, it just meant i couldn't go out tonight. i visited james last night instead, drove by myself for the first time and managed to not get lost. it's pretty simple really, and oh so much quicker than public transport. however, it also meant i had to pay for all day parking at caulfield... so it's not going to be a regular thing... not on a wednesday or thursday night anyway. sundays are grand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i'm done with all the stressing that i was doing earlier [i'm going to blame hormones - everything is their fault] and all is good with the world. I'm going to do my drawing homework in a few minutes, and maybe a little more design... i was doing gouache stuff earlier, i'm getting the hang of it. i might do my essay a little later... but doubtful lol. i've finished the bibliography... and prepared some of the footnotes. all the tedious bits really. it isn't too different from what i had to do in my history essays, a step up is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first assessable [is that a word?] - let's make that my first 'piece of assessment' - was due in today. i left part of it behind. a very minor part but it's frustrating all the same. i had a two hour break and my car... but i didn't realise until 15 minutes before the class started and it takes 20. plus i would have had to detour for petrol. it was my folio work, we just have to show it and automatically get 2% or something. most people forgot theirs lol. it was only a minor project anyway, there's more important stuff due in next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really looking forward to tomorrow night, i'm hoping plenty of people come - it's not like there's a shortage of places for people to stay. shall be good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm well i've been and gotten that washing already... my damn towel has fluffed all over my work pants. (&gt;&lt;) probably my fault... and it's all hanging up. i should go do that homework... the drawing anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5526411965527592502?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5526411965527592502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5526411965527592502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5526411965527592502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5526411965527592502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-assignment.html' title='first assignment'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3096717835200891707</id><published>2008-03-31T15:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:10:22.225+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate essays. especially 1500 word ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3096717835200891707?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3096717835200891707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3096717835200891707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3096717835200891707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3096717835200891707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-essays.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3575939258860075373</id><published>2008-03-27T13:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:49:35.559+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the hell is Hannah Montana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3575939258860075373?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3575939258860075373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3575939258860075373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3575939258860075373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3575939258860075373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-hell-is-hannah-montana.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7663178840573993505</id><published>2008-03-26T15:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:40:54.667+11:00</updated><title type='text'>cancellations</title><content type='html'>sigh, life is silly - it looks like the only person i'll get to see is james this break. i'll just nod and smile, i'll assume there's some reason behind all the cancellations... and i know nicole and i didn't catch up due to bad timing... i'm not entirely sure how we both managed to keep missing each other when we called. but oh well. i shall finish my grumbling now and go back to my homework. the only thing i wish &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; cancelled. icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i see you all on the 4th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7663178840573993505?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7663178840573993505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7663178840573993505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7663178840573993505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7663178840573993505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/cancellations.html' title='cancellations'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1240642205468962632</id><published>2008-03-24T13:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:53:43.197+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a grand weekend.</title><content type='html'>aaargh... i'm so restless today it's ridiculous, i can't seem to force myself to do my work - i know that once i get started it'll be fine... but the getting started is the difficult bit. also, essays are the devil, i think i may have to go on an excursion to the national gallery. i have to compare two pieces of artwork from there, and i can't choose the second one - it's too difficult online. i also have copious amounts to do for two of my other subjects, including some painting with gouache. according to the woman who was running the make-up session for my friday studio i should be panicking and doing lots of work this break - i think my whole class must be behind because i had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this means lots of work to do. and today is the first day i've had a chance to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was spent at james' place, i had a grand day - a grand weekend really - it was a family thing and very nice, i really enjoyed it. james and i spent quite a while just lying around talking too, which was great. also, his dad makes muchly delicious hot cross buns. and i don't even &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; hot cross buns. we also watched transformers and i &lt;em&gt;enjoyed&lt;/em&gt; a glass of champagne. [amazing, i know. though to be fair it had chambord (sp?) in it too]. sigh, they always seem to have very nice food too lol. lunch was a table full of fingerfood... i wish my family had food that nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was spent first at james' and then at nyssa's for her birthday, that was nice too. the sangria was nyummy and it was nice to sit around and relax. that night james' housemates had a bbq too which we made sporadic appearances at. it was fun, they were all very nice - those who spoke to us anyway :) also, watermelon smoothies are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i didn't get up until 11 [yay!] and then went and saw spamalot with my family. [in every single show, there's a song that goes like this, it starts off very slow, and ends up with a kiss] absolutely hilarious - everyone should go see it. apparently it's cheap during the comedy festival [now] and it ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was probably one of my best weekends to date. which makes today somewhat of a disappointment. i don't notice how much i rely on james until he isn't here. [and won't be here for quite some time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am home. and if i don't get more work done i won't be going to the beach on thursday, i can't really afford to take the day off with this much work to do. i've things to do tomorrow and wednesday, not big things... but enough. and i'm working on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i should stop distracting myself and try again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1240642205468962632?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1240642205468962632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1240642205468962632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1240642205468962632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1240642205468962632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/grand-weekend.html' title='a grand weekend.'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8309592543238909768</id><published>2008-03-20T22:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:26:16.615+11:00</updated><title type='text'>easter break, finally!</title><content type='html'>sigh... i've really been rather terrible at keeping this up, it's been a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary then [briefly this time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- attended university, was actually given work to do this time.&lt;br /&gt;- worked 2 8 hour shifts on consecutive days at my new kfc&lt;br /&gt;- was exhausted wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;- annie and i were visited by james and angelo, [thursday] the common room was taken over for the purposes of watching mulan on the huge screen, stealing alcohol and pineapple juice, as well as dancing. this all occured whilst the rest of the hall [just about] disappeared to the local pub in their pajamas/lingerie. bree [and yes i can spell my own name] is very brave... that's all i have to say&lt;br /&gt;- i can't remember what occured on friday... no, wait... i came home&lt;br /&gt;- taxi-d simon around and worked at other kfc&lt;br /&gt;- slept&lt;br /&gt;- worked again&lt;br /&gt;- visited james and got up ridiculously early for a lecture&lt;br /&gt;- made myself some of nicole's delicious mediterranian pasta salad&lt;br /&gt;- slept&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- james got a job&lt;br /&gt;- visited james and nic, hung out with bridget and erin drinking rum port. didn't end up going out afterwards&lt;br /&gt;- slept&lt;br /&gt;- slept through my 8 am lecture&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- came home to remaining salad&lt;br /&gt;- had classes from 9 am until 5 pm with a half an hour break. stupid make up class for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;- got back by 6, caught the 8pm train home&lt;br /&gt;- arrived&lt;br /&gt;- ignored by brothers&lt;br /&gt;- am very tired/not looking forward to all my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any points i should expand on?&lt;br /&gt;hmm yes, the new kfc is kinda cool. it's &lt;em&gt;next-door&lt;/em&gt; to a gloria jeans [heaven] and all i have to do is serve customers and grab simple meals. i've served kids meals once... and a family meal maybe three times? two of which were to the same person. also, everyone [nearly] asks for zingers over fillets, i've put that down to the huge amount of indians/asians.&lt;br /&gt;not too many obnoxious customes, though one non-english speaking one. i've had trouble understanding a few times but i seem to be doing okay. if in doubt i assume they want refresher towels, i've heard them called so many different things. also, serviettes are apparently 'tissues'.&lt;br /&gt;i get two shifts a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm spending the day with james and his family, i'm looking forward to it :) then we're off to nyssa's birthday in melbourne and then i'm going to go see spamalot with my family on easter sunday. shall be good, no - grand. there is coffee to be had with nicole, a mother to go shopping with [for a &lt;em&gt;queen&lt;/em&gt; sized bed for my room, unfortunately i don't get to keep it when i move out next year] and way too much homework to do. plus this body shop thing too probably, i don't think i'm doing anything that night - shall see. i want to see people again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye all, have a happy easter. i know i will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8309592543238909768?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8309592543238909768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8309592543238909768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8309592543238909768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8309592543238909768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-break-finally.html' title='easter break, finally!'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4055769091095928946</id><published>2008-03-10T12:36:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:14:40.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'>copious photos</title><content type='html'>The 'Copious Amounts of Photos' Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... it's been a while. i finished off that week with the drawing of naked ladies [life drawing] and then spent friday night at james. much fun was had by all. except maybe the aforementioned naked lady, but at least she was paid for it. and there weren't &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;many guys in the class anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i worked on the weekend, nothing exciting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last week was discovery week. we had a group project to do [plus boring safety stuff] and then on friday we voted on a winner. it was fun - i made a friend - but one guy in our group [who thought our group could be described as 'co-operative' *laughs*] kept ignoring our ideas and doing his own thing. the result? a very crap looking project. we probably could have argued but collectively we decided we didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYyt_FdcI/AAAAAAAAACk/6inftVeE5hM/s1600-h/Photo0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929868860618178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYyt_FdcI/AAAAAAAAACk/6inftVeE5hM/s320/Photo0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is it. it has stained glass windows and a computer with a slideshow. it's meant to be a rough timeline of how the architecture etcetera changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SVU9_FdTI/AAAAAAAAABc/eif9Azn9Q-g/s1600-h/Photo0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175926059224626482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SVU9_FdTI/AAAAAAAAABc/eif9Azn9Q-g/s320/Photo0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made a dice with different things you could do in melbourne on each side, then they took it in turns to wear the building and roll it in the city. it was turned into a very entertaining little film :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is elliott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SVr9_FdUI/AAAAAAAAABk/8Yf39zwCoWY/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175926454361617730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SVr9_FdUI/AAAAAAAAABk/8Yf39zwCoWY/s200/Photo0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, it was an entertaining week. i also spent time with various people, such as nic, james, lydia and iggi. plus annie of course, i made her dinner at one stage, i'm hoping she liked it lol. i did anyway. oh and i had dinner with nana and mac, that was nice too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was spent with the previously mentioned people - except swap annie for fimba, nic's roommate. james and i also went shopping in melbourne central :) but yes, a very entertaining night. it &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SWn9_FdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/erJnn8SNyBg/s1600-h/Photo0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175927485153768786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SWn9_FdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/erJnn8SNyBg/s200/Photo0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;included apologising to the people below nic... by lowering down alcohol using a string of plastic bags. something similar except involving a supermarket trolley that fimba managed to get into his room the previous night without actually having a key. [he doesn't remember a thing]. that wasn't an apology though, it was just taking up too much space in his room... iggi has photos of that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weekend was once again spent at home and now it is monday. james drove me to his place last night and we watched a disney movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry about the boringness of this entry, i'm making up for it by including many many photos now. my box- enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SXQt_FdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4lUfsA38pvc/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928185233438066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SXQt_FdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4lUfsA38pvc/s200/Photo0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SX_N_FdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/AN7cwDQBgIs/s1600-h/Photo0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928984097355154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SX_N_FdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/AN7cwDQBgIs/s200/Photo0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYSt_FdaI/AAAAAAAAACU/x9kABcDTdtE/s1600-h/Photo0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929319104804258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYSt_FdaI/AAAAAAAAACU/x9kABcDTdtE/s200/Photo0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SW8t_FdWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EXZCUQpknnM/s1600-h/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SW8t_FdWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EXZCUQpknnM/s1600-h/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175927841636054370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SW8t_FdWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EXZCUQpknnM/s200/Photo0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SXn9_FdYI/AAAAAAAAACE/16yyiVWWX-Q/s1600-h/Photo0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928584665396610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SXn9_FdYI/AAAAAAAAACE/16yyiVWWX-Q/s200/Photo0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929585392776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYiN_FdbI/AAAAAAAAACc/PNGjAZTWHzg/s200/Photo0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4055769091095928946?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4055769091095928946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4055769091095928946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4055769091095928946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4055769091095928946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/03/copious-photos.html' title='copious photos'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R9SYyt_FdcI/AAAAAAAAACk/6inftVeE5hM/s72-c/Photo0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3742994078434089745</id><published>2008-02-27T20:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:14:53.349+11:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of classes</title><content type='html'>guess who has internet now? 'tis all very exciting, it was a relatively simple problem apparently. dad walked me through fixing it, i only had to select two boxes in some obscure section under internet protocol. sigh, for a common problem they sure put it in a hard to find place. dad wasn't impressed though, he thinks our 'network advisor' must be pretty useless to not pick it up. he's probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, it's nice to have internet here... my dependence on it may reassert itself. speaking of which, i needed to know the meaning of a word used during today's lecture... 'demotic: of or for the common people'. that makes sense now... it was about pop culture. and stoves. lots of stoves. our lecturer is most definitely a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this week? monday james drove me to caulfield and we parked 20 minutes into my lecture. i didn't want to go in, so really the getting up before 6 only resulted in me getting some early morning shopping done. [sorry james, i didn't want to walk in so late into my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; lecture... way too scary] we also went to chadstone briefly as it's ridiculously close, then bummed around in my box. i had another lecture at 3 and james drove me to that one too. i had plenty of time to spare for this one so i had an ice mocha and read my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lecture was entertaining, basically an introduction to the course. we have 5 different exercises/assignments this semester and, due to retarded due dates, i'm going to have to organise my time fairly well.  these include a vector mandala, a chess-themed poster, a 'dada' poster [i have no clue either], a candy box and a photoshopped, surreal landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be fun. the lecturer is great too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught up with james at nic's, annie was too tired/dead/homeworking [poor thing] to join but we basically went on an adventure in quest of a wii. we found the last one in target. much going back and forth though... sigh. we [read: i] defrosted homebrand pizza for our dinner and then we played games with two others :) my brain age is 80 because they kept yelling out random words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james drove us back here then got up ridiculously early [6:30 i think] to get a carpark at swinny. i went off to my one class - it wasn't as interesting as the first but not too bad - lugged &lt;em&gt;painfully&lt;/em&gt; heavy equipment 20 minutes up to normanby [ugh], drank green tea with normanbies, had lunch with james in richmond and visited nyssa, had dinner at nana's with annie, then we caught a train to glen ferrie and bummed around with nic and james. bed at 2 am, up at 6:30 and off to an 8 am lecture. the stove one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today i stressed about my internet, got pissed off my unhelpful monash admin people and ate too many cookies. they're all gone. i also cooked for myself - a very nyummy chicken salad. and no food poisoning as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to annie, dad helped fix my internet, end of story. it's only 9pm but i'm really rather tired... i'll take some photos of my box so all can see though. one minute. and stop being dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thoughts, you can wait. the light is too low. shall do it during daylight hours i think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3742994078434089745?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3742994078434089745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3742994078434089745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3742994078434089745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3742994078434089745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-week-of-classes.html' title='first week of classes'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4415184446460592520</id><published>2008-02-21T21:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:30:36.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Uni-a-matorium</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'll just sum up this week quickly - or as quickly as i can - because i've had a severe lack of internet lately so it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, it's rather disjointed... apologies, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i got my license despite screwing up the manoeuvre rather badly. my photo makes me look albino&lt;br /&gt;- a few of us saw american gangster that night, mainly because i wanted to drive. i also visited james&lt;br /&gt;- i drove james home. heheh&lt;br /&gt;- i came back to james' [valentine's day]&lt;br /&gt;- this is where a day of much fun occured. we had a picnic, saw a movie [definitely maybe] and managed to squeeze into the thai restaurant in warragul :)&lt;br /&gt;- i went home again home again.&lt;br /&gt;- saw 27 dresses with mum and had coffee, then to the mexican place with my family for dinner, quite a few margaritas were had. i also saw dan&lt;br /&gt;- saturday involved much moving of stuff. like a fridge up 2 flights of stairs. and incredibly heavy suitcases. my box is a place of awesome. as is my fridge. i find the fact that i have a fridge very much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- came back for tom's [as in drinking mate of james kind of tom] and maddy's birthday parties. i enjoyed myself, though i was a little cold. it was nice to see people.&lt;br /&gt;- back to melbourne on sunday and annie and i had dinner with the other box residents. interesting... but nice. i muchly approve of mairead and sarah is funny.&lt;br /&gt;- an early night due to tiredness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done with dot points now. they're irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept through whatever activity was organised for monday and met up with james. we wandered around to meet annie on campus for a while and i did terribly interesting things such as joining the union. also, dragonfruit nutrient water is very nice. james came inside my box. i had to say that... annie had to head home but james and i went to nic's for dinner, along with nicole. it was really nice... mmmm deliciousness... and then the four of us [one monash student, two swinburne students and one RMIT student] went to the monash orientation party at QBH. i enjoyed myself for most of it but ended up stressing out because i couldn't spot any more normanby [my residence] people to go home with... turns out there was a bus at 1 am. but anyway, i think that may have ruined it for the others [sorry :( ] and we left to go elsewhere at midnight. nicole and/or nic had misread the timetable though so we missed that last train. joyous. the 24 hour mcdonalds chose to be closed for maintenance that night too. so we caught a taxi to nic and watched movies until 5 am. at which time james and myself caught the first train back to my box. we arrived back at 6:30... were in bed by 7 and slept until sometime around 9:30. - then back to nic's and the four of us spent the day wandering around melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a lot of fun really, nicole bought me tea and a cute teapot as a box-warming present which was sweet of her. and i also got a bright pink laundry bag. heheh. we were mainly at melbourne central wandering around. i was back at my box by 6 for chicken, salad and karaoke. in no particular order. there was too much sitting around though so annie and i got bored and went upstairs to the boxes to talk. mainly about transport and fridges, but other interesting things too. unfortunately the karaoke did eventually occur and i was kept awake for quite a while... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and with my trusty daily metcard that day i travelled on 6 different trains, 3 buses and 2 trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i had orientation at caulfield. it was miserable weather unfortunately but it was interesting. i mainly talked with mairead but i met a few other people too. we started off as art and design and then split into our actually classes. [not that it matters as everyone has a common first semester] it turns out there's a guy in my class who also lives in one of the residences. he doesn't know anyone here [as in, in this &lt;em&gt;state&lt;/em&gt;] as he's from townsville but i hope to get to know him better as he seems pretty cool (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself, james, nic, adelaide, naomi, nicole and iggi also saw jumper that night at crown. i enjoyed, as well as the sitting around that occurred afterwards. iggi, adelaide and nicole all headed to their respectives homes but james, naomi and i went back to nic's [he went home an hour earlier so we caught up after] and talked to two moe girls until midnight. turns out i used to work with one of them... i laugh. we stayed up a while afterwards playing pool, watching bad advertisements and talking. much fun. someone was having a birthday party after midnight too, we got free cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a macca's run also occurred and the sauce that was in my pocket exploded. sigh. mmm and then sleep... and back to my box by 1. lunch and then annie and i looked at clubs, we've both joined the japanese one - it sounds like much fun. there's a cocktail party in second semester :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also got free soft drink and energy drinks ["nutrient water"] and looked around for a bit. i checked out the library. i'm very tempted to join the 'fellowship of the ring' club so i can borrow from their fantasy collection too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the dance club, though there's a place with group lessons in glenferrie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home and met up with james at the trainstation. we stood from clayton to warragul... fun fun. i think that's everything in short though [yes, i &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have gone on] so i'll leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we're thinking of having fortnightly social nights at nic's :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4415184446460592520?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4415184446460592520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4415184446460592520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4415184446460592520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4415184446460592520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-to-uni-matorium.html' title='Off to the Uni-a-matorium'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3910316695010120474</id><published>2008-02-11T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:59:46.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3 parties in a row, yay!</title><content type='html'>well i thought it was time for another update, i've been rather busy of late i'm afraid... simon is complaining about the amount of parties i've been going to. i can't decide if i should complain or not... today i had to be weighed and measured as part of the gym program [happens once a month] and while i've &lt;em&gt;gained&lt;/em&gt; a kilo [i blame the parties for that one] i've apparently lost 7 cm from various parts of my body. so does this mean the extra weight is in fact muscle? who would have thought... i sure as hell don't. something &lt;em&gt;must&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;be wrong :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, wednesday night it turned out to just be iggi, nicole, james and myself. we ate nachos and chips and watched a 70's movie called 'american graffiti' [probably better if attention is paid and the disc didn't skip] and 'se7en'. we were all pretty tired though, so it wasn't a late night. nicole and iggi left fairly early on thursday and i was driven to work by james :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was pretty much uneventful after that, i tidied up and did some odd jobs. oh and at some stage i finished the devil puzzle. tuesday i think... james took it home to his parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i was up early [eeek] in order to catch a train so james could take me [and taylin] to melbourne by way of bessie's house. the presentation for the computer game program was at 11 at acmi, unfortunately they were beaten by a platform game. i expect they lost due to it's complicated-ness... but oh well. james and i had lunch with nyssa at transport and - apart from the fact that i ended up sunburnt during the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; hour of sunlight on the otherwise overcast/rainy day - i really enjoyed myself. i had a present from china passed on to me yesterday by james too, it's a lolly tin with astroboy on it. very cute :P&lt;br /&gt;but yes, much fun. we left before 3 and had &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; fun trying to get out of the damn rod laver carpark. turns out we had to go pay for the ticket at a desk in the back corner.... sigh&lt;br /&gt;we detoured to bessie's for a little bit then all four of us spent the rest of the afternoon at james' [looking at his pretty computer and playing with the kitten] before heading straight to timmy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there was a conspiracy to steal bessie's hat. or at least so he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know timmy usually reads this... your party was great fun :D&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the d'n'm with alayne, simon and james, as well as catching up with people i haven't been seeing enough of, especially annie. i plan on visiting her some time this week to discuss foods. we're going to be cooking buddies! shall be... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, putting empty bottles/cans on fence posts was vastly entertaining and i enjoyed drinking lolly-water for a bit of a change. yay for my namesake. i only wish that the damn fence weren't electric. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;we hitched a ride home to my house with shearing, i approve of his girlfriend - she's very nice. i had barely spoken to her before friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came sleeeeeeep. and movie watching and work. james disappeared to scott's. a place i also made an appearance at after work. due to an 'adventure' to various parts of moe on the way home i didn't actually get to the party until about 11:30, 10 minutes after half the party left. sigh. so i talked to john and watched family guy. apparently since we're going to be campus buddies we're getting matching tattoos. john has decided on a dragon with tiger stripes, a sword for a tail and james' head. i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself but only stayed up there for an hour and a half or so. james left at 8 am and i got up at about 9. scott was trying to teach me how to play smash brothers properly when dad arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly an hour of driving practise [the manoevres] and another drive to bunyip to visit grandma. i don't see her all that often so it was nice. we discussed the new p plater rules, heath ledger [she wanted to know if he was a good actor], uni, various things really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and then joined james in the afternoon, i'm sure we did something interesting but i'll be damned if i can remember what it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;. i'll ask him. oh wait, we visited annie and angelo for a little bit... then went back to his house so he could grab his stuff. his parents are muchly deprived and have never had barbecued dim sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naomi's was fun, there were only 10 of us and we sat around and talked basically. an excursion to the park was made and - after half of us had left - burton arrived. he didn't irritate me and i enjoyed our [naomi, nicole, james, myself and john] conversation. apparently there's a big o-week party next monday which i now plan on going to... and smuggling in james. then back to james' house of course. we came back here after some sleep, anime and a maccas lunch. smoking aces is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it... tomorrow i go for my license, rather nervous but i think i'll be fine. and as soon as i get back from that i have my very own car to drive. huzzah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3910316695010120474?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3910316695010120474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3910316695010120474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3910316695010120474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3910316695010120474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-parties-in-row-yay.html' title='3 parties in a row, yay!'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4828733005920322309</id><published>2008-02-06T18:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:08:56.228+11:00</updated><title type='text'>morning tea</title><content type='html'>heheh yesterday i went to a local beauty salon [is that even what they're called?] to use up a voucher mum got me. it was pretty fun, a massage and then playing with make-up. for any girls interested, angle brushes are things of cool. you use them to put on eyeshadows as eyeliners, they're easy and i bought one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i went to james' where we watched the butterfly effect 2 [not bad] and pokemon 3 [better... almost] whilst eating ice-cream and ice-magic. i apporve. smoogle says 'shut the fuck up' in the mini episode before the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now james is trying to distract me/read over my shoulder. hello james. oh and today was that morning- stop biting- morning tea thing. it was kinda cool... no show from dan again. a few of us had lunch at chambers after, aimee got freaked about about her cocktail being too alcoholic... sigh. fun anyway. and now i'm home again, and annie, nicole and iggi are appearing for an impromptu movie night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bubbye all, i'm wanted elsewhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4828733005920322309?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4828733005920322309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4828733005920322309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4828733005920322309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4828733005920322309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-tea.html' title='morning tea'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5510764229841326327</id><published>2008-02-04T21:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:02:35.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wine</title><content type='html'>this is just a notification for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night brie drank wine and actually &lt;em&gt;enjoyed&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;also i've been advised to try brown brothers cienna &amp;amp; cabernet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5510764229841326327?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5510764229841326327/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4044179872318897294</id><published>2008-02-03T16:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:01:11.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>aimee's party</title><content type='html'>not a huge amount has happened since tuesday. i worked on wednesday, did much nothing on thursday and went for my hazards friday morning. james, being an awesome, actually got up early in order to come over and take me to it. it wasn't very exciting though, and i didn't pass by a great deal. my bad. but i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; pass, so all is good. we also visited midvalley for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day/night at his house, the fullmetal movie has been watched [i quite liked the ending] and his parents had friends over to dinner, some interesting conversations but we mostly disappeared. also, james turned down dessert and his parents wanted to know what was wrong. i laugh. i expect the huge quantity of nachos we had for lunch may have had something to do with it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also watched over the hedge, i love that movie. james prefers it to shrek but i'm not so sure - i'd probably say shrek is better, the original that is. number 2 is good but 3 is crap. sigh, silly script-writer-person/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday equalled a sleep in, always a nice change. and then back to my place for a while. i disappeared with mum for a little while and the rest of the time we watched the incredibles and bummed around. then to aimee's, as i expect you know. i enjoyed myself, i got to talk to ben for a while and quite a few other people, including that tory guy :) it's nice to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;curious as to how taylin and bessie will go together, i hope it lasts - i like bessie.&lt;br /&gt;another catch up session is to be organised once we're up in melbourne and the movie 'jumper' is released. it shall be a 'movies and clubbing' rather than the previous 'movies and maccas' style excursion. i'm looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i digress - [always wanted to say that] aimee's party was fun and i even drank some champagne, kinda diluted champagne but disgusting none the less. the punch was very nice though, especially after its red wine induced colour change. i didn't dance due to abba - ick - and then later the strobe lights made me feel dizzy. but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i slept in &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. and then came home, due to the fact that the sleeping in occurred at james' house. dad's gps doesn't like his road - not only is it incorrectly named but sunny creek seems to curve in the wrong directions. i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home and it's way too hot and stuffy. i'm hoping it'll start raining soon, that'd be a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall see everyone on wednesday :)&lt;div 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party'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5815173854165916333</id><published>2008-01-29T18:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:02:17.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party and BIG Day Out</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, monster edition. It's been about a week and a lot has happened, i'll break it up into sections and bold-ify main points so you scan through. There's &lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt; too, excuse the quality, they're from my phone. Some are cut off too, but it took a while to load them and i can't be bothered doing it again, so bad luck lol. you can click them if you want to see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WHOLE LOT OF NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, that would be wednesday and thursday. i worked and ran errands [like food for the pool party] exciting stuff, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOL PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed myself, i hope everyone else did too. It was nice to see sam and ange again - though i'm afraid i didn't talk to them all that much - and i actually broke even with all the food. bonus that :P &lt;strong&gt;sooo much fish and chips&lt;/strong&gt; though. well, chips, potato cakes, dim sims, batter chips and one chico/spring roll-like concoction. Dan, Nina and Ben were all no-shows for some reason though. sigh. &lt;strong&gt;I grumble at them&lt;/strong&gt; all, some notification is nice if you're going to pull out of something. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but apart from that &lt;strong&gt;i was happy&lt;/strong&gt;, chatting with jay d was entertaining, and the various other people i talked to. ditto to rubble, that's always fun lol. and that night i &lt;strong&gt;went to scott's&lt;/strong&gt; little gathering. drinking of straight kahlua-imitation stuff and the playing of various consoles. i ended up over-tired and ick [not much fun at all] but earlier in the night it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUSTRALIA DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my song came 13th? Can't remember, and &lt;strong&gt;i was working 3 til close&lt;/strong&gt; anyway. a very entertaining shift. ridiculously busy? yes. power failure during peak? also yes. we tried to stop new people coming into dining room so we could clear it out [the front tills were screwed up and the door kept locking itself] but the people &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; kept letting the people &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; in. (&gt;&lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was cleared eventually though, and everyone must have thought we were closed because &lt;strong&gt;for the last hour and a half we had 3 customers&lt;/strong&gt;. work without customers is a thing of awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also: apparently &lt;strong&gt;lowanna kids have been swimming in our pool&lt;/strong&gt;. mum's determined to "catch the little bastards" and complain to the school. dad wasn't surprised, and not all that upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and &lt;strong&gt;using the petty cash we all got frozen cokes&lt;/strong&gt; from maccas... heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO THE MELBOURNE-A-MATORIUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very yummy focaccia lunch at the southgate foodcourt and a visit to the market there. so many shiny things :O i wish i had money. we wandered around for a little while, went to DFO and a few random stores. &lt;strong&gt;James bought the fullmetal movie&lt;/strong&gt;. then to melbourne central to use my two hoyts &lt;strong&gt;director's suite&lt;/strong&gt; tickets. &lt;strong&gt;we saw juno&lt;/strong&gt;, [not recommended, it went from very funny to very serious too often and too quickly. hire it out] and drank cocktails and split an entre in our recliner chairs. it was a nice night, just not a great movie. sweeney todd wasn't on :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We headed to James' sister's place&lt;/strong&gt; after that. much wandering between tram stops due to some terrible directions... but we got there eventually lol. we watched the last set of the tennis with Shelley and Damien, that was entertaining. it was a good game from what i saw. very deuce-y. [heheheh... juicy] i also slept like a rock, a wonderful change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; DAY OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Alistair was there ridiculously early [his sister was working in merchandise and he came with her] &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57k5z6FxrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D-l3QYr6a24/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160813904850699954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57k5z6FxrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D-l3QYr6a24/s400/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but James and I commuted and ended up &lt;strong&gt;arriving about an hour before it officially started&lt;/strong&gt;, a little more maybe. I was impressed by how efficient they were, once we started moving we really moved quite quickly. We were split up into lines to have our tickets [and metcards earlier, i heard a few fare-evaders trying to weasel their way out of it] checked. we also got 'drinking age verified' band things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't really interested in any of the merchandise and we wandered around for a bit at first. lilyworld was funny, so many &lt;strong&gt;cardboard box contraptions&lt;/strong&gt;. including a tank and awesomely hug &lt;strong&gt;skeleton box people&lt;/strong&gt;. we missed the box wars though, probably not by long i think. it was also a drinking area. the &lt;strong&gt;barcardi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cocktails&lt;/strong&gt; were nice and we got to keep the cups *cheers* i love free stuff. speaking of free stuff... tetley must have been a sponsor. i had&lt;strong&gt; 10 mini cups of free red tea&lt;/strong&gt;. we and s&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57plD6FxxI/AAAAAAAAABM/SaP-294MbO8/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160819045926553362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57plD6FxxI/AAAAAAAAABM/SaP-294MbO8/s400/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome randoms posed in a photo for the silly red tea people. very nice stuff, and cold. i like cold also. they had a mist/spray thing nearby too, and a jungle-themed mini &lt;strong&gt;obstacle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;course&lt;/strong&gt;. i laugh. the &lt;strong&gt;pole-dancing robots were rather uninteresting&lt;/strong&gt; though. who would have thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the market was also visited [much wishing for money again. cutest apple top - wrong size :( ] and we did a quick survey to procure more free stuff. &lt;strong&gt;two condoms, a chuppa chup&lt;/strong&gt;, a bottle of water and more sti pamphlets. YAY! my chuppa chup was mango flavour. the condoms don't appear to be flavoured though... stingy people. we also met up with maddy and emily at various points throughout the day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in case you haven't realised, this isn't chronological. &lt;strong&gt;bands seen/heard&lt;/strong&gt; [asterisks = briefly] were:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;British India*&lt;br /&gt;Gyroscope*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regurgitator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoon&lt;/strong&gt; - muchly enjoyed&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57ovz6FxwI/AAAAAAAAABE/03CGtxnXesU/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160818131098519298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57ovz6FxwI/AAAAAAAAABE/03CGtxnXesU/s320/Photo0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grinspoon&lt;/strong&gt; - probably my favourite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjork* - one song, she freaks me out. where the hell is the &lt;em&gt;tune&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rage Against the Machine&lt;/strong&gt;* - James liked them, i didn't mind them but found the tree people more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;LCD Sound System* - only heard one song but they seemed pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Blasko&lt;/strong&gt; - a nice way to end the night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty sure that's everyone, we heard a few randoms too as we walked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up to 'today' and just realised i missed mentioning &lt;strong&gt;silverchair&lt;/strong&gt;. god, my bad. they were pretty good too but we were sitting together [all of us] in the shade and i was pretty tired/distracted/zoned-out. kind of a pity that, but they were good, and they made good background music. i zoned in occasionally and sang along but i think James enjoyed them more than me, he was paying attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i say the &lt;strong&gt;tree people&lt;/strong&gt; - since i know you're curious - i'm referring to those who, whilst in trees from the last of bjork and the start of rage etc., had &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57oTz6FxvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-QBVCbll-Q/s1600-h/Photo0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160817650062182130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57oTz6FxvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-QBVCbll-Q/s320/Photo0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many bottles thrown at them. very entertaining to watch. this was also occuring during a &lt;strong&gt;side show involving lightening&lt;/strong&gt;, it was probably very cool up close but not all that great when i could only see it when james lifted me. so yes, tree people were entertaining. as were &lt;strong&gt;those who climbed random speaker(?) scaffolding&lt;/strong&gt; stuff [pictured, they're the blur in front of the blue stage]. the first two were pulled/escorted down but by the end there must have been about 30 crammed on it. half of them wouldn't have been able to see anyway. silly people. i was waiting for them to &lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt; and james was hoping for a &lt;strong&gt;riot&lt;/strong&gt; when security tried to get them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakey guy&lt;/strong&gt; [pictured] was kinda funny too. there was about a 200 m gap or so between the main drinking area with a huge pavillion/tent and the edge of the 'D' [moshing area]. we were in this gap&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57nvj6FxuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AYfh_4grXXc/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160817027291924194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57nvj6FxuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AYfh_4grXXc/s320/Photo0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and so had a fairly decent view of the guy who decided to &lt;strong&gt;climb&lt;/strong&gt; and then &lt;strong&gt;run across said pavillion&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;strip off&lt;/strong&gt;. we were unsure if it was a guy or girl at first, but it was definitely a guy. he was also very proud of himself, bowing and all. someone else ran up and tackled him then promptly ran off again. possibly whilst stealing something. nakey guy pulled up his underwear and pants again and plonked himself down for the rest of the concert. this was occuring at about quarter or 10 to 9 and when we left rage, at 9, there were &lt;strong&gt;11 people seated up top&lt;/strong&gt; and police patrolling around the bottom waiting for them. i suppose he/they were already in trouble and may as well have stayed up there. nakey man was already up for indecent exposure i suppose. according to the news someone fell off :P and someone else in the D had to be &lt;strong&gt;crowd-surfed out to an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt; due to squashing. we never ended up in the D, it was full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we [just James and i] went and heard the last of &lt;strong&gt;sara&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57mej6FxtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DPhh8J7kYeE/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160815635722520274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LXyTlvbTIXk/R57mej6FxtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DPhh8J7kYeE/s400/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h blasko&lt;/strong&gt; instead, she finished half an hour earlier than rage so we missed the rush home. she was pretty talented but not a great stage personality as of yet, hopefully she'll get less nervous and more interesting soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only people i would have liked to see and didn't? &lt;strong&gt;kate nash&lt;/strong&gt;- don't know what we were doing at this stage - and hilltop hoods, who clashed with spoon. i really enjoyed spoon though, so i don't mind. kate nash had cute t-shirts though. maddy bought one with a cute spider on it and the words- 'kate nash? because sometimes two eyes just won't do'. i liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and we [all five of us, two carriages] also went on the &lt;strong&gt;ferris wheel&lt;/strong&gt; during bjork i think. sooo many people, it was pretty cool to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also: &lt;strong&gt;i hate dust&lt;/strong&gt;, that t-shirt did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; stay white, think grey... possibly brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some sleeping and then james had some quick stuff to do up at glen ferrie. we wandered around the street after, there's a smiggle and haighs chocolate next to each other [for when james gets into trouble from me and needs to make up :P] and also an interesting liquor store with absinthe and &lt;strong&gt;151 proof rum&lt;/strong&gt;. we had lunch in a nice cafe then headed home. it was a nice wind-down sort of morning/afternoon. we got into traf at 4 and mum came and picked me up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN OTHER NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for my &lt;strong&gt;license on the 12th&lt;/strong&gt; and my hazards on friday. tis kinda scary but james made me feel better about it :) wish me luck all. you may start the wishing now, i need as much as i can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's it for my mammoth entry. bubbye all, see you on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5815173854165916333?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and lube. sigh. silly, silly people. that last lot all came in a showbag. it's like they expect everyone to have sex with random strangers all o-week and end up with hepatitis - and no james, i won't. :P&lt;br /&gt;there was a cola flavoured lollipop [which i'm eating now] too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trains are irritating at the moment though, i had to swap at pakenham so it meant it took me quite a while to get home. i was at caulfield station by about 2:30, waited there 20 minutes, stopped at all stations to pakenham and then waited there another half an hour... much fun indeed. but now i'm home... and hungry. i think i'll make [read: reheat] dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent last night at james' too. we were going to hire out a movie or two but the silly video store apparently closes earlier on monday nights. we watched fullmetal and a christmas special of doctor who. i approved, tis the first episode i've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to figure out what i need to take with me too... it's something like 25 days til i move in, though at this stage i may be coming home again and returning on the monday morning - shall see about that, i'd really rather not. i'd prefer to stay saturday and sunday night, maybe spend sunday in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i think that shall be enough. don't go and get hepatitis now guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-9153218962786696110?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/9153218962786696110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=9153218962786696110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sorry for everyone else in the restaurant due to all the noise we were making. afterwards was entertaining too, just all the bumming around involved... and the eating/cooking of ice-cream. also: i like navel orange flavour tang. i'm also looking forward to seeing everyone this friday too.. and then the next saturday... and the next friday... parties are fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week has been good anyway. since tuesday i've been at the beach. not a lot of swimming [be it surf beach or in rockpools] or beach lying around involved really... i'm not entirely sure why - laziness probably. but it's a pretty place and i walked along the cliffs a few times. myself, james, nat, rach and kieran also spent an afternoon up at phillip island, that was nice... bar the sand war. i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; having sand in my hair. my scalp was burnt too. oh and james fire-twirled on thursday night, he gathered quite an audience. very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simon and dad came and joined us on friday afternoon. mum and dad disappeared again to the australian open so we got simon drunk. he really is a stupid drunk, he doesn't say no. he was a real arse though, not giving him alcohol again. last night he sanded our bed/mattress (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apart from simon i had a great week. i know james was a little bored for some of it but i enjoyed not having anything to do. i bought a trashy magazine too, they had 'go ask alice' down as a 'must-read'. i thought that was pretty unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a little cactus garden from a small market/festival thing too. i enjoyed looking around but it was smaller than i remembered... oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on tuesday i'm off to enrol... i'm kinda nervous, not because i'm moving out but about whether i'm doing the right thing. i could have got into doing the course i wanted at swinburne [it was only enter] but i couldn't do japanese there... so now i'm worried about doing japanese... sigh. tis too late now in any rate, and i'm sure i'll enjoy it. i just hope the swapping around works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-525357242234046985?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/525357242234046985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=525357242234046985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/525357242234046985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/525357242234046985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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visited for a little while though, that was entertaining. thanks :) they left a good hour and a half ago though. angelo did about 10 pieces of the puzzle i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm also confused. james, why am i getting messages from you when you're at your house with no reception...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. i might go find another book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-61252625953963896?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/61252625953963896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=61252625953963896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/61252625953963896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/61252625953963896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/01/sooo-bored.html' title='sooo bored'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7567814653591952609</id><published>2008-01-10T17:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:51:37.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mum's birthday</title><content type='html'>tuesday was entertaining, the afternoon was spent running annoying errands mostly and poor james was dragged along... sorry. some weren't annoying though, not for me. i've a new phone at last, tis red and flippy. not as cute as the one i would have liked [too expensive...] but i like it anyway. james set alarms for me. 4:35 am, 4:40 am... etcetera etcetera. we also visited aldies [sp?] and found their liquor section. i found a cheap kahlua-like substance - not as nice straight but practically identical when mixed with coke, i tried that today. they also have $5 port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i also finally bought rum port from liquor locker. been meaning to since my 18th - tis probably the most alcohol i've ever had in my cupboard to be honest. the port shan't be appearing at parties though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also: doctors shouldn't run late when i have a bet going with james. i still hold that being half an hour late doesn't include the time you actually spend with the doctor. he called me in at 27 minutes past when he was meant to, i think i should have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily [not brown]'s party was also tuesday night. not that great a party really, but i still did enjoy myself. nic, if you're reading this, apparently the best chai lattes are made at spiders cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent wednesday afternoon at james'. that was much fun indeed. we a had terribly exciting dinner, watched most of roger rabbit and all of donnie darko. i approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning wasn't too exciting due to james having to work. the silly kitten did backflips and tried to eat my entire leg. i'm also beginning to notice that i'm the only one who ever eats weetbix in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis actually mum's birthday today too, we hired out some girly movies and went looking at shoes. mum also finally decided on the phone she wanted, hers was also dying. it's probably cooler than mine... but not flippy. i like flippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm sitting at home, it's very exciting indeed... james should be on his way to philip island my now and i expect other people are out doing exciting things too. hope everyone who was able to go to annie's are having much fun - or about to anyway. there's still much time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7567814653591952609?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7567814653591952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7567814653591952609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7567814653591952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7567814653591952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/01/mums-birthday.html' title='mum&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6415569423627022731</id><published>2008-01-07T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:02:17.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>today i...</title><content type='html'>my day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a gym and &lt;em&gt;enjoyed &lt;/em&gt;it. yes, the world &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; in fact ending.&lt;br /&gt;i wandered around and was muchly bored&lt;br /&gt;i had breakfast cereal for lunch&lt;br /&gt;i discovered the &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/A-WELL_W0QQitemZ320200286813"&gt;valentine potato&lt;/a&gt; [james gets it]&lt;br /&gt;i accidently fell asleep. for about 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;i bought emily a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6415569423627022731?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6415569423627022731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6415569423627022731&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6415569423627022731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/6415569423627022731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i.html' title='today i...'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5926651088424781045</id><published>2008-01-06T16:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:04:23.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>kate's gathering</title><content type='html'>all year 11's are silly, especially since i already have 2 rsvp's from said people and apparently they have year 12 orientation camp. bonding, yay fun. i dare all to come to my party anyway, second day was only looking at 2 universities for us, so you could go home early...? *puppy dog eyes*&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure em is the only year 11 who reads this anyway though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news: kate's little gathering mcthing was entertaining indeed. i didn't know i was going until a few hours beforehand though.  the wii was played [read: watched] and five of us went on an excursion to maccas [a 10 minute drive] because i had a sudden craving for maccas ice-cream and james wanted to go too. it was fun and that justin person was working. so i think zebe was happy. very little embarrassing singing though. shame on him :P&lt;br /&gt;kayla and heidi were also there. they were going out to the saloon i think... said hello anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and then it was home again, home again. by this i mean 'back to kate's house' because we were there a little longer still. i spammed miatchy [no reply :( ] oh, and earlier i drank a fairy bomb. it tastes like a black jellybean. i liked it, but zebe wasn't a fan. one recommendation though? - don't have any after a lollipop. not nice at all. i doubt i'll make a habit of buying them though, i could buy 12 of them for the same price as 20 smirnoffs, and smirnoffs have more standards in them. fairy bombs are actually more alcoholic, but they're in smaller cans. they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; cool looking cans though - &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; they have caffeine. heheh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home again, home again for real this time. poor nathaniel was sick but he's all good now. no more exciting news i'm afraid, i worked for 4 hours today and now i am home... yay indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait til tuesday though, emily [no, you don't know her] is turning 19. shall be much fun. this will be news to james [unless of course he appears on msn before reading this - in which case it will in fact be not news at all] but we're appearing a bit before everyone else and parking ourselves on her front lawn on camper chairs with tania. [you won't know any of the names in this paragraph] it shall be very classy and much fun. emily's reasoning was that both james and her boyfriend won't know anyone else [except scott in james' case - so maybe you will know some names] so at least they can meet each other before too many people appear :)&lt;br /&gt;we'll be taxi-ing home - with the chairs. :P&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to it anyway, and then i'm spending wednesday at james' place. it shall be a good week indeed i think. i'm also not working again til friday, though i'm likely to get called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also going to the place of unscary exercise tomorrow. is it weird that i'm kinda looking forward to it? mum wants to go everyday until we go away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, apologies for the length - that's it, i promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4020760451941376111</id><published>2008-01-05T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:37:13.898+11:00</updated><title type='text'>yadda yadda</title><content type='html'>maffra is a silly place indeed. but going to maffra on wednesday meant my mum now has a new car, so the barina has no owner. well, okay technically it's going to remain under dad's name... but i'm going down as the main driver :)  i can't quite afford it yet, but i will. i'm thinking i'll start calling it mine anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also called into work, for 2 shifts. i went for a few hours then came home for 2 and returned again. silly sarah getting stranded in cowes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to james' house on thursday. we went to midvalley to see 'i am legend'. i think the ending was good (though a little cheesy) and tis a great movie overall. everyone should go see it, it's the kind that looks better on a big screen. i also approve of the new morwell McCafe. the seats are mc-comfortable and perdy and it just generally looks nice. plus the flashing disc things are cool. haven't been to the moe one yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also watched 28 weeks later. that was strange, it followed no conventions as far as movies go and ended rather abruptly. but good i suppose... weird is probably more appropriate. all the wrong people died and not a great deal happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, and i worked yesterday and a james appeared. that was rather surprising. i went on break and had dinner with him :) ...well, dinner &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; him. he ate too quickly. and after work i went and joined him at scott's. much watching plus some occasional losing at various games. 6 guys plus me. sigh. nearly all of them were way too overenthusiastic. :P&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero was fun but i only had a go using a controller. dragonforce is nuts. silly, silly &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; people. james and i shared on that one and still didn't do that great. he had two buttons and i had three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home at 6 and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday i joined a gym with mum, i'm mostly there for moral support but i would love to be fit as well. sigh, i'm terribly unfit right now. i muchly approved, it's one of those curves ones and it doesn't look scary at all. plus it has no &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt; equipment. i didn't know it was possible to get &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;-ugly equipment but apparently there is such a thing. who knew? no body-builders either. it was very friendly and happy looking. and reasonably easy too. always a bonus that, i'm not a fan of pain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4020760451941376111?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4020760451941376111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4020760451941376111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4020760451941376111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4020760451941376111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/01/yadda-yadda.html' title='yadda yadda'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1859457048034633542</id><published>2008-01-01T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:28:45.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>new years</title><content type='html'>well yesterday i worked for a few [3 to be exact] hours and then ran around trying to find clothes suitable for 25 C midnights, as well as tents and other such handy things. it's been left at iggi's, i shall have to arrange to pick it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina and ben are both sillies. as are the unorganised james and matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also managed to forget dinner, i was planning on eating prior as i wasn't really in the mood for a barbeque. james forgot too, and then forgot that he forgot and ended up sick. sigh. but before all that we [iggi, james, matt and i] excursioned to find bread and alcomahol. well, matt and james bought alcohol anyway. though neither of them ended up drinking much of it. i didn't drink much of mine either. i'm bringing an esky next time, and hiding it [thanks tim, kate and brad. a grand idea indeed]. but yes, i shan't be drinking much at the next party as i've only 2 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people that were apparently drunk/unusually tipsy: sophie, nic and that jake guy. i saw some of the tipsy nic [the sobering up version i think] but i missed the rest due to a rather drunk/sick james. he went to bed 10 minutes before midnight, for shame james. :P he also has a black eye... heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone, &lt;em&gt;mostly&lt;/em&gt; everyone i should say, looked like they were enjoying themselves though. so i suppose that's good. i hear there were sparklers and a countdown at midnight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iggi did a good job, i especially approved of the music set up down at the trampoline/dam. a muchly good idea. apologies to those i may have worried. and thanks to those who came and talked to me/fed me watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i caught a bus home, had a shower, got changed and went to work for 6 hours. well, 5.5 as i got to leave early. i'm beyond tired now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my highlight for 2008 so far? emma bought me a watermelon flavoured starburst lollipop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe that is all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1859457048034633542?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1859457048034633542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1859457048034633542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1859457048034633542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1859457048034633542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='new years'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-2838520574460844177</id><published>2007-12-30T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:13:20.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>post-chrissy excitement</title><content type='html'>well the last few days have been terribly exciting. i actually have no idea what i did on friday - so i'm sure it was full of a lot of truly significant events. worked on the strawberry puzzle probably... tis much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was rather busy though, i drove mum and dad to maffra [took up the entire morning]. mum bought a new car and i got 2 hours of driving. dad's new toy - a gps that tells you the roads - told me to go on a 'local traffic only', dirt road. it was really rather silly. on the plus side i got to test the anti-brake mc-things in dad's car. yay for slamming feet suddenly down on brakes. dad told me to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes after walking in the door a james appeared, we had lunch in midvalley and did not much for a little while. i was annoyed because we saw cool mr happy toys in what's new, wish i'd seen them &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; christmas. i want one for me, but it would have been a good present for james too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he left :( and i did house-cleaning [fun fun] for an hour and then went to work for 5. a severe lack of james on msn followed and i did some more of the puzzle. plus made my current background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also exciting. i got up, went to work, discovered fairy bombs [premixed absinthe - 4 for $18 at liquor land for those interested], and came home to more jobs and puzzling. i've also sorted out my music and have much room on my computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see everyone tomorrow too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-2838520574460844177?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2838520574460844177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=2838520574460844177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2838520574460844177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2838520574460844177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-chrissy-excitement.html' title='post-chrissy excitement'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-2362050478911959857</id><published>2007-12-27T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:39:35.324+11:00</updated><title type='text'>chrissy</title><content type='html'>well catching up with kim was much fun. i have very little kahlua left now though... sigh. i'll have to buy alcomahol sometime soon i expect. i didn't do much else aside from work until christmas eve though, aside from some last minute shopping on saturday... heheh. i was broke [literally] after that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, christmas eve was spent at james' house, after going on a treasure hunt anyway. we needed to find four things beginning with 'p'. bet no one can guess them all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great day though. i was there fairly early, james was at my house at 10 am. mum and dad bought him a set of three alcomahol books which we looked through together. and james gave me a mango. terrible person that he is :P there were gold class-equivalent tickets for hoyts beneath though. i got him a nice chain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we helped pull leaves off plants for the salad, then sat around eating prawns and biscuits with cheese. brie cheese = a confused me. it was very nice, though either james or one of his parents was absent at any one time, silly people looking for berries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice though, people went for naps in the afternoon and james and i went for metho [hadn't stocked up since james last bought it all...] and ice-cream. great combination that. then we came back and watch more samurai champloo and then dinner and dessert. i approved. x much. i think i actually enjoyed it more than time spent with my family. his parents bought me a cute red wallet too. it has a buckle *cheesy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also flogged off with a scary looking strawberry puzzle. if i manage to finish it his mum asked me to leave it and let them mount it. i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a family friend's house after and didn't get home til a little past midnight. i was very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas day was also nice, my brothers got their ps3 and have barely left it since. i got books, a bracelet and jewellery box, a bag, shoes and an external hard-drive [i wanted the red one :( ]. exciting i know. the bracelet [a pandora one] was a very nice surprise. i also got 4 nice white square plates from my cousin. we had lunch with grandma and my uncle and then spent the night up at melbourne. i got to catch up with shane and rachel :). plus other cousins/relatives of course. milly is a silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing day we all went out to lunch for dad's and my aunt's birthday. they were ridiculously understaffed and it took over an hour and a half, but it did taste nice and it was a beautiful day. then i spent that night [last night] at james'. much fun. we watched club dread. such a silly movie. and matrix and animatrix this morning. then swimming and work. work was rather boring. and i've found i'm working on new years day. yay for public holiday pay! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5113758319656146578</id><published>2007-12-21T18:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:20:11.503+11:00</updated><title type='text'>silly chip lady...</title><content type='html'>well... kevin's visit was fun. we ended up just sitting and talking for several hours. very entertaining, that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em's party was pretty fun too, though i was in rather a strange mood for some of it. most people don't really see me in any of these moods, they tend to occur late at night when i'm tired. as much as i would have enjoyed playing with fire i would probably have accidently burnt myself - i was pretty out of it. i'm not entirely sure how james puts up with me sometimes. :P&lt;br /&gt;em bought me two cute placemats though, i approve. random and awesome x much. they're made by the same company that makes hello kitty. heheh :) yay for thailand and all that is cute and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now though i'm in a great mood. i have been pretty much all day, despite working. i wasn't for about half an hour due to a particular bitchy customer. but i couldn't help laughing at her, and it did make me feel better. she bought 3 small chips for her kids, and when i handed them to her she shook them a little bit and [whilst looking very disdainful, or a bogan equivalent - sneering maybe. and yes i know i shouldn't make fun of the poor bogans, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; such fun] asked me to top them up. which i did. she then picked them up and shook them all again, until all the chips ended up squished in the bottom. i explained to her they were packed by weight and we were recently warned to stop over-packing them [true] - i was very polite even though she was getting annoying... so she bitched about me as she walked off then told her kids that it was my fault they only had half-boxes of chips. sigh. so they got upset and came up to me [she was looking rather proud of herself by this stage] and jimi told me to take them back and pack some more as i usually would. so i did. the idiot ended up with the same amount of chips. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. now i'm happy and feel like dancing. with a severe lack of people to dance with. i shall go join the court party some time soon i think... tis something to do and kim shall be there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5113758319656146578?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5113758319656146578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5113758319656146578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5113758319656146578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5113758319656146578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/silly-chip-lady.html' title='silly chip lady...'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-6956090030508644436</id><published>2007-12-20T11:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:09:14.892+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a terribly exciting week...</title><content type='html'>well the last week has been terribly exciting indeed...&lt;br /&gt;i've figured out that, even though he's been working, by tomorrow i'll have seen james every day for a week. technically anyway. i saw him saturday night and sunday morning, monday night and tuesday, wednesday morning [he left ridiculously early] and i'll see him tonight and tomorrow morning. i laugh. he also bought me flowers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... since i last posted i've been to two parties [i approve of free drinks], worked twice, got my enter [very happy], been shopping in melbourne and saw hitman [i recommend it :) ] annnnd.... no, i think that's it. kevin's coming over to visit today too. we shall watch many bad movies and anime. he's bringing evangelion [sp?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'm happy. though i'm not entirely sure where i'm staying tonight. i've arranged to stay with iggi because the vline site told me the longwarry trains wouldn't cooperate with me getting to work tomorrow morning... but i must have hit a wrong button somewhere along the line [like sunday maybe] because i double-checked and it turns out i can catch it from there. but i'll figure it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should also wrap the present i bought em i suspect. and maybe make/find a card. i expect she'd appreciate that... i also have 3 presents left to buy. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-6956090030508644436?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6956090030508644436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=6956090030508644436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4998016161508469851?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4998016161508469851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4998016161508469851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4998016161508469851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4998016161508469851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1908524206001175482</id><published>2007-12-14T10:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:54:28.379+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention this earlier but [drum roll please] nathaniel is taller than me. sigh. by a whole half a centimetre. i still beat simon though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that that important piece of news is out of the way... i've recently changed my layout [as you've noticed i'm sure :P] but there's still the occasional glitch - such as the text in the chatterbox becoming transparent. god knows what causes that. so if that happens for you it isn't meant to, and i'm &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to fix it. it's intermittent though, so it makes it a bit difficult. i'm also liable to become tired of tigers and change. or just make small changes to the background. i won't change the actual layout though, i'm too lazy to fiddle with the placement of things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is also trying to convince me i should get ads. i'm considering it, more because i'm curious about how much you earn. you only get checks once you've reached over US$100 though - so that's $115. i suspect that would take me over a year lol. but oh well, i might add one for a few weeks when i get round to it. i can always delete it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm and tomorrow i'm off to melbourne, i'm driving mum and dad to go see priscilla. i, on the other hand, get to wander around the city by myself for a while. mum's giving me money to spend at minotaur, [as a christmas present] which i suspect will be quite difficult for me. so many fun things to buy! i'll have to be careful that i don't go over. and then to two parties that night. tis really rather a pity i'm working the next day, but it's only for 4 hours. so all is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1908524206001175482?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1908524206001175482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1908524206001175482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1908524206001175482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1908524206001175482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot-to-mention-this-earlier-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5878643349139038294</id><published>2007-12-11T17:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:24:45.435+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*pop*</title><content type='html'>i've been incredibly bored lately. annie's was fun [fiiiiiire...], james' was fun and the kitten [how do i spell her name...?] is adorable. i would quite happily steal her if i could. i did most of a photomosaic puzzle yesterday and today i've decorated the house [i like, no &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;, christmas], made an omelette [yes, i &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; cook] and went down the street in search of presents. i've also discovered that i have next to no money in the bank. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, nina is 18. i'm visiting her tonight :D &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;i get to see james :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; other news - i've been rereading the anne of green gables series [i told you i've been bored] and thought everyone would appreciate this passage. tis from the fifth in the series -anne's house of dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When [Leslie and Anne's] work was done and Gilbert was out of the way, they gave themselves over to shameless orgies of lovemaking and ecstasies of adoration, such as that in which Owen Ford surprised them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in context that is a very innocent sentence. it just goes to show how language has changed since it was published in 1934. [they're talking about cuddling and talking baby talk to anne's new baby] unfortunately we don't seem to have the sixth and last in the series. :(&lt;br /&gt;aaaah well. i'm sure i'll survive. they're interesting because of the way they're written more than for the storyline. they skim over a year in a couple of chapters sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all i think. bubbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5878643349139038294?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5878643349139038294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5878643349139038294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5878643349139038294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5878643349139038294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/pop.html' title='*pop*'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4596150335251132527</id><published>2007-12-08T13:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:00:40.012+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we buried taca today :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4596150335251132527?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4596150335251132527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4596150335251132527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4596150335251132527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4596150335251132527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-buried-taca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4910317009610036051</id><published>2007-12-02T16:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:37:11.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>schoolies</title><content type='html'>schoolies was much fun *insert grin here* though now i'm tired and everything aches. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived. terribly exciting stuff that. i didn't drink, swim or get up to anything exciting. just sat on the beach and/or around the site. i was really tired so went to bed reasonably early, we all did really. oh and there was hole digging by alistair and beach cricket. that was fun. drop twister really doesn't work on soft sand though. poor nic ended up doing the splits... heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat at whisky bay instead. muchly nice weather and a lack of swimming. i like sitting. i dedicated it my lazy day. i think every day bar yesterday was lazy though... the few of us at whisky [me, james, tim, chris, nicole, alistair] joined everyone else for lunch at squeaky afterwards. apparently i'm a mouse killer.&lt;br /&gt;i went for a walk by myself [nearly everyone disappeared when i went to have a shower] which was nice, and found nic and adelaide and did much talking. iggi became convinced that i was a mirage. something about the blue dress i was wearing i think. i slept through dinner and ate raw 2 minute noodles instead. i decided not to drink because i thought that would probably be a bad idea on no proper food... so i couldn't play 'i never'. that was disappointing. so i went to bed. exciting night that. apparently alistair is funny drunk. also; we were visited by a wombat; the gazebo snapped and i was up at god knows what time with james attempting to save it... sigh. i didn't sleep because the wind was so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little worried about putting things on the right days... at some stage [i think it was this day] iggi, aimee, james and nic and i improved on alistair's hole. it was much fun. we gave it a wall, moat and a spire in the middle. a thing of awesome. it was used for a bonfire by people that night... also, i went swimming. the water was bloody cold. i believe i stayed in about 15 minutes. maybe. it was really good though.&lt;br /&gt;spoons as a drinking game. the shot looked foul.&lt;br /&gt;that night, iggi, annie james and i relocated to the cave to talk about politics and religion. standard drinking topics really... that was nice, i enjoyed myself. i won't elaborate on what happened after as i'm pretty sure everyone knows. alistair asked when i got back... fluke? quite possibly... after that i got to be entertained by a very drunk zebe [don't ask her questions] and the whole talon fiasco. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i'm honestly unsure what i did this day. i think i went for a run in the water with tim and james at 8am. a few of the days kinda blend together due to lack of sleep and general laziness. talon went home and two of aimee's friends, bronwyn and greg arrived, plus a john later on. i had dinner brought to me in bed, though i didn't really notice at the time. i got up eventually though and had cold stir fry. oh and i flew a very cool kite, as did james. for the first time. heheh. hmm but yes, john was entertaining, a group of us went and sat and listened to him telling stories on one of the platforms by the beach. it was the first night i had anything to drink too. much fun. again a lack of sleep but oh well. i was having afternoon naps after a while. i'm pretty sure this was also the day james and i went to the cafe for lunch. [possibly tuesday] the foccacias were really good. mmmm nyum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james and i went exploring the rocks. that was much fun. here's where i bitch about that group that passed us though. sigh. that was really rather annoying. x much. i don't believe a great deal happened that night, just sitting around and other such stuff. very relaxing. i also made my own dinner. rice = nyum. nicole and annie went home too. silly people. but i did get left with two of nicole's drinks [thanks] so i won't complain about that part of it. i'm pretty sure i played ERS and warlords and scumbags while tispy. fun that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaargh blur. too much sand and sleep... alistair left, i played cards and sat on the beach... more swimming too. as a group this time, very cold but very fun. james dunked me. i was attempted to be taught hacky sack [sp?] but my coordination sucks and i wandered off to do things. ended up falling asleep. again. but james was an awesome and went and bought us foccacias. did i mention they were really good? that night there was a shot-glass chess game between james and kate using icypole syrup. i missed the actual game but james was more hyper than i've ever seen him. was really rather funny. it was a nice night, just sitting around talking/drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played twister together, that was nice. greg also left that morning. i saw a snake! i now know it was a baby brown snake... and i didn't exactly avoid it. my bad. but yes, i went climbing rocks with iggi, nic and james, though i cheated and went around some. i managed to fall down black mud due to my detour, not much fun. and i didn't go right round the corner because i'm not that good. i sat and watched seagulls instead :) the snake was on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;there were only 11 of us left and we went to go up mt oberon [mostly] together. only five of us did in the end, myself, james, aimee, iggi and zebe. i couldn't breathe at one stage, that wasn't fun... but once we reached the top it was beautiful. x infinity. we watched the sun set. cold - but amazing. i also had an interesting discussion with aimee on the way down :)&lt;br /&gt;and then a few of us went and sat on the beach. that was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is today. i am sooooo sore. i blame exercise. tis evil. though a benefit is i've proved how unfit i am, and therefore am unlikely to be dragged up anymore hills any time in the near future. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4910317009610036051?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4910317009610036051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4910317009610036051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4910317009610036051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/4910317009610036051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/12/schoolies.html' title='schoolies'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3756155783594016311</id><published>2007-11-24T19:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:35:05.960+11:00</updated><title type='text'>melbourne trip</title><content type='html'>melbourne was much fun. i'm rather tired though so i may just dot point :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- giant white elephant on swanston&lt;br /&gt;- i want someone to buy me minotaur. all of it. (well, most)&lt;br /&gt;- smiggle is cool. i also want it. (but not as much as minotaur)&lt;br /&gt;- annie is hard to buy for. suggestions please?&lt;br /&gt;- formule 1 is a nice place to stay, double bed with a bunk over it, a small ensuite and a tv for $80 a night, near the corner of collins and elizabeth. (i.e. close to fed square). also, it's fluro yellow.&lt;br /&gt;- james gave me a cool necklace :D&lt;br /&gt;- the lift makes scary noises&lt;br /&gt;- the pub at crown has nice food. and reasonably priced for southbank&lt;br /&gt;- green tea ice-cream is awesome&lt;br /&gt;- the trader is a cool bar and all should attend. the prices go up and down like the stock exchange.&lt;br /&gt;- filthy rich = delicious&lt;br /&gt;- de biers has $3 shots. and $5 bottles of pre-mixed tequila. nyum. also to be attended. though it was a little quiet, probably best on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;- pink grapefruit breezers. sour and nyum.&lt;br /&gt;- we are having a group excursion for all over 18's (underage people will have to leave early :P )&lt;br /&gt;- there's a shop called shibuya. it sells gothic lolita outfits. i'm showing it to you annie :)&lt;br /&gt;- there's an awesome looking cafe called bubbletea.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;- i voted today :D&lt;br /&gt;- i'm broke. probably my fault... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm muchly looking forward to schoolies, though i shan't be drinking a great deal. dad took pity on me when he saw how long i was taking over finding cheap alcohol. he paid. i love my dad *cheesy grin here* i only have 3.3 per night though, and that's only 2 drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until sunday week :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3756155783594016311?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3756155783594016311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3756155783594016311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3756155783594016311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3756155783594016311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/melbourne-trip.html' title='melbourne trip'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8989970637601334113</id><published>2007-11-21T17:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:43:51.192+11:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>free. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;free.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert huge grin here*&lt;br /&gt;*insert slightly less huge grin due to sunburn on the first day of the holidays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese was pretty good, the listening was icky though, and my writing wasn't overly complex. but oh well. DONE. and then i went to james' and marvelled at his huge computer and had much fun. i made him stay awake until midnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also: Tim's bbq was entertaining, aside from the previously mentioned sunburn [much pain], as was chezza's. i've never eaten rice balls at a bbq before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, soooo... only packing to do tomorrow and off to melbourne on friday. shall be awesome fun. as will sunday onwards :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8989970637601334113?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8989970637601334113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8989970637601334113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8989970637601334113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8989970637601334113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3590332192624273398</id><published>2007-11-15T20:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:09:04.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>beach bag</title><content type='html'>i bought stuff for schoolies today, jeans, pajamas, shorts... plus a beach bag big enough to fit a small child. none of the bags i own could fit a towel in properly, bar one which i don't want to wreck. and i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; need a bag... i'm not juggling stuff... my coordination sucks. so yes, i now own a beach bag, i've always wanted a beach bag... maybe because owning a beach bag implies you get to go to the beach a lot, something i've never been able to do. just whine at your parents... "but i've got a beach bag!", the perfect argument for getting them to play taxi on a hot day. my bag shall also be very useful if i ever decide to go into child trafficking as well, bargain!&lt;br /&gt;i also bought a hat, it's pretty much awesome... it's black and funny looking and so big it shades my shoulders too. 49 cm across, i measured. i love it :P heheh...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to get much time next week to pack, so i'm attempting to get organised now :)&lt;br /&gt;monday, tuesday, wednesday are full all day and night, as well as friday and half of saturday. sigh. shall be fun though - hectic, but fun. and i have to vote at some stage on saturday too, thank god voting is only 300m or so from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i drove for over an hour and a half today. go me :) to traralgon and back and then midvalley and back. *cheesy grin here* to midvalley was in the territory. god it's annoying to drive after mum's car. they're complete opposites. flipped indicators etc, which is easy enough - mum's car is european - one's manual and the other automatic, one's tiny and one's huge, the brake/accelerator are reeeeaaally touchy in dad's, and really... not, in mum's. the steering, ick, sharp in dad's and it keeps trying to centre itself which is really annoying, opposite in mum's... sigh. the size is what annoys me the most though, i keep thinking i've room to do things when i really don't. but oh well [/semi-rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had another of those exam things today. it was muchly nice/good. i think i did well :)&lt;br /&gt;one left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3590332192624273398?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3590332192624273398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3590332192624273398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3590332192624273398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3590332192624273398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/beach-bag.html' title='beach bag'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5956793538269632294</id><published>2007-11-13T22:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:17:20.577+11:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do when this is over</title><content type='html'>7 days until my first day of freedom :D&lt;br /&gt;it's really getting rather exciting, i've so many things i want to do once all this is done... i've several series(es?) of anime to watch, a game to crack (which i've wanted to do all year), many movie marathons to watch, i want to redo my fruit characters [tim's seen them :) ], completely do over the background for my blog [i want to make it do interesting things with flash], i need to learn &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to use flash... a cousin to visit - i shall turn up on her doorstep at some stage - a friend to stay with [i'll warn her], parties to attend, party/ies to organise, yet more friends to do things with, beaches to swim at, random excursions to be undertaken, preps to laugh at, an art gallery to sticky-beak at, things to &lt;em&gt;buy&lt;/em&gt;, work, work and more work, pubbing to be completed with work-persons, shortbread to eat... shall be much fun. i also have a sword that i need to collect from tim (&gt;&lt;) and the money nina owes me shall become her birthday present :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, mum asked me what i wanted for christmas from my family, i'm getting plates and other such stuff. i'll be moving out soon *gasps* and today mum was discussing an allowance [for food] for me next year. sigh, so much to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of things to do i would like to point out how awesome eating shortbread is. it's one of my favourite things ever and it's just started appearing en masse :D nyummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5956793538269632294?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5956793538269632294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5956793538269632294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5956793538269632294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5956793538269632294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-do-when-this-is-over.html' title='things to do when this is over'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-3386761521992139287</id><published>2007-11-12T20:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:13:15.401+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3 to go</title><content type='html'>half way through exams! *cheers* i've only vis com, chemistry and japanese to go (^^)&lt;br /&gt;heheh... i started "studying" for vis com this afternoon, and japanese i'll start on friday.. possibly thursday afternoon. i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; been working for chemistry though, 4 prac exams and quite a few pictures. so if anyone wants a diagram of the carbon or nitrogen cycle...? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated note: i was looking for a photo on our year 12 dvd that i wanted to get a copy of... then i realised the damn things are only movies, and the only way to get the photo would be to take a photo of the computer screen. which is stupid. and looks funny. &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, the point IS there's a photo of annie, dan and i lying on the grass in a triangle during orientation camp [random daze 2... i think] and it's a really nice photo and i'd love a copy... now who's is it? if it's you please own up :P or suggestions of who's it might be would help :D&lt;br /&gt;but yes... i wish you could print-screen movies. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lid of my pineapple juice also told me today that bees navigate by the sun... but i already knew that. so i suspect quite a few others did too, or assumed, or didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eggplants are ingratiatingly polite. yes, yes you DID need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i have a sudden urge to weigh my pile of notes to be burnt... [&lt;strong&gt;5.4 kg&lt;/strong&gt;]. sudden urges are silly, i had one to play the sims on saturday night but i didn't quite have the room so i spent ages clearing crap off my computer. it was quite productive really, i cleared 6GB without touching my music. however, by the time i was finished i couldn't be bothered playing it anymore. stupid transitory...ness. urge seems to be a word that goes with hormones, i'm going to blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and happy birthday to angelo [i know you don't read this but minor details :P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-3386761521992139287?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3386761521992139287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=3386761521992139287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3386761521992139287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/3386761521992139287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-to-go.html' title='3 to go'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1656278527868010808</id><published>2007-11-09T20:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:14:22.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchained Spirit</title><content type='html'>Poetry isn't something i write very often, but i was looking through some of the stories/rambles/crap that i've written and i found one i wrote last year. i don't actually think it'll make any sense to anyone, but i'm interested in what people think it means [hence me posting it]. so please comment and i might even explain :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, it doesn't have a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face across the crowd&lt;br /&gt;The moment frozen within my head.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts beating to unyielding loud&lt;br /&gt;So solid the sense of hearing fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smiled a smile I can't dismiss,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness etched in mortal frame.&lt;br /&gt;Simple pleasure caused unearthly bliss&lt;br /&gt;A smile that I should love to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries dropped upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;Among the stamping feet they lay.&lt;br /&gt;Unburdened spirit starts to soar&lt;br /&gt;As sardine bodies slowly sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World fades in, smile is gone&lt;br /&gt;The uplifting memory to remain.&lt;br /&gt;Back into reality the worries drawn&lt;br /&gt;Unchained spirit yanks body's chain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1656278527868010808?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1656278527868010808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1656278527868010808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1656278527868010808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1656278527868010808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/unchained-spirit.html' title='Unchained Spirit'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8411839705935799941</id><published>2007-11-06T23:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:01:02.127+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fact</title><content type='html'>On September 12, Russians will celebrate the Day of Conception, a holiday that encourages couples to do the deed and give birth exactly nine months later on Russia's national day. Patriotic parents who do indeed have children on June 12 win cars, fridges, and money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8411839705935799941?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8411839705935799941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8411839705935799941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8411839705935799941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8411839705935799941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-fact.html' title='Random Fact'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8470159217362637552</id><published>2007-11-05T16:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:15:40.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Minesweeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Announcement:&lt;/strong&gt; I've broken my minesweeper record... again. That's four times since graduation (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 seconds in expert *is very proud of self* :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8470159217362637552?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8470159217362637552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8470159217362637552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8470159217362637552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8470159217362637552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/minesweeper.html' title='Minesweeper'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-1186176002166099694</id><published>2007-11-01T17:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:40:28.282+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Words</title><content type='html'>i just found my list of pretty words and, since i have nothing better to do - make that "lots better to do but nothing else i want to do" - here are my favourites. i was talking to james about english, or maybe just rambling at him... tis what made me think of them, i think i'll try to use some in my literature exam though (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;censorious ~ harshly critical&lt;br /&gt;ignominiously ~ shamefully/disgracefully&lt;br /&gt;unmitigated ~ not diminished in severity/intensity&lt;br /&gt;ineffable ~ defying explanation&lt;br /&gt;imbroglio ~ embarrassing misunderstanding or intricate and confusing situation&lt;br /&gt;acerbic ~ harsh, as in acerbic tone&lt;br /&gt;frisson ~ "almost pleasurable sensation of fright" as in - "a frisson of surprise shot through him"... strange, no? and yes they are getting weirder&lt;br /&gt;lugubrious ~ excessively mournful&lt;br /&gt;nascent ~ coming into existence&lt;br /&gt;inchoate ~ imperfectly formed, to only half exist... like an inchoate idea&lt;br /&gt;iniquitous ~ iniquity ~ absence of morals&lt;br /&gt;snook ~ my personal [and entirely irrelevent] favourite - to place your thumb on your nose and wiggle your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end my dictionary there i think. real post may appear later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-1186176002166099694?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1186176002166099694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=1186176002166099694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1186176002166099694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/1186176002166099694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/11/pretty-words.html' title='Pretty Words'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-2960832302604901743</id><published>2007-10-31T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:17:40.507+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>it's halloween today! *gasps*, we've had two groups of trick-or-treaters so far... and even if we did have lollies i'd refuse to give them to kids with no/crap costumes. and dressing up as a school kid when you ARE a school kid doesn't count as being a costume. neither does a sack. with a hole for an eye. that doesn't equal a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news it's day three of the horrible time of study. [technically day four but i was late starting :P] so far i have accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a passage analysis&lt;br /&gt;- checkpoints&lt;br /&gt;- many [5] chemistry posters ~ the carbon-oxygen cycle is oh so exciting&lt;br /&gt;- a chemisty exam&lt;br /&gt;- checkpoints x more&lt;br /&gt;- worked&lt;br /&gt;- laughed at our new tv&lt;br /&gt;- laughed at the current disagreement between said tv and antenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; [most importantly]&lt;br /&gt;- broken my expert minesweeper record. twice. i'm sitting on 139 seconds at the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't really seem like a lot... but today was mostly productive, could be better&lt;br /&gt;shall try again tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-2960832302604901743?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2960832302604901743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=2960832302604901743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2960832302604901743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2960832302604901743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5269250456327289729</id><published>2007-10-28T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:02:48.288+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Val and Colac</title><content type='html'>*is exhausted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was much fun, friday day was also entertaining but mainly due to the high levels of sleep and laziness. but yes, i had a great time at the val, though i would have liked a photo with chris and john. ahh well. heheh john had a red bowtie. it was very cute *laughs* :P&lt;br /&gt;the food was nice, the speeches were entertaining [life is a bowl of fruit ~ i especially liked the bit about the grapefruits helping to preserve your bananas. and jeremy's life at school being more of a pomegranate. I didn't think Shiv could top it but she did a really good job too :) ], i took/had taken many &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; photos, got a really nice certificate and a named glass, hugged mr campbell [someone started the pato army/super-campbell chant], danced for a little... mmm basically it. it was all rather surreal to be honest, it won't kick in that i've graduated for a little while. there's many a photo up on facebook though and i plan on adding mine tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed the night at james' [also fun, of course] and we slept in. i like sleeping in. then we went up to collac, picking up tim on the way. it was sam's 17th today so we stayed there last night since it's so far away. alayne [sp?], ange and simon all stayed too. i had a great time, i did quite a bit of talking with alayne, we played spotlight [i won one round, tim walked within a metre of me and i ended up sneaking back to sit with everyone who was caught :P ], drank many nyummy mocktails and played truth or truth. i also got eaten by mozzies but oh well. oh and we went swimming. it was bloody freeeeezing. well, cold... there wasn't actually any ice :P the food was muchly approvable too... especially desert - melted white and milk chocolate with many yum things to dip in it... :D&lt;br /&gt;more people appeared the next day too and it was also lots of fun, james kept trying to hit tim's balls with his own... sigh, james sigh. and i'm talking about pool here guys, he kept hitting them off the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got home and there was a huge LCD tv in our family room. it was mildly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, now i'm rather tired, shall sleep well tonight i expect :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5269250456327289729?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5269250456327289729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5269250456327289729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5269250456327289729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5269250456327289729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/val-and-colac.html' title='Val and Colac'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7897608364519298092</id><published>2007-10-26T10:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:15:09.962+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sibu the orang-utan has miffed his Dutch keepers at Apenheul Primate Park by refusing to mate with female orang-utans and showing sexual interest only in tattooed human blondes. The tattoo fetish harks back to a heavily tattooed keeper who reared him. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7897608364519298092?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7897608364519298092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7897608364519298092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7897608364519298092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7897608364519298092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/sibu-orang-utan-has-miffed-his-dutch.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4377514214588943714</id><published>2007-10-25T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:36:37.387+10:00</updated><title type='text'>last two days of year 12</title><content type='html'>wednesday was the last day of classes, i believe that is muchly awesome. tuesday i had my last chemistry and maths classes too. in maths we got our teacher's life story [rather sad] and in chemistry we got to eat not one but &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; cakes. it was mole [6.02 x 10^23] day so we had mole cake :) one from steeny and one from naz. it was muchly yum. we also had a picnic/party on the oval with the year 11s&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i had japanese and vis com [last lit class was monday] and we did nothing and japanese bar looking at funny japanese game shows via youtube. In vis com we had to bring something 'interesting' - i bought hachan - but jeff and i were the only two who really bothered. i grabbed hachan off my windowsill that morning. my last ever class was a free (^^) and we had pizza and softdrink, then signing dresses/shirts by the year 11s at lunch, our last chapel [we sang a whole 6 songs!] with a very nice speech from a rather emotional reverend boyd and time capsules and more signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my time capsule was rather entertaining. it had a tooth [i lost it that day... my bad], my year 7 diary, two "letters" [consisting of 'hello'] from my brothers, some chrissy cards, a piece of paper with random messages, a story i wrote in grade 6, some woven friendship bands and - my personal favourite - two floppy discs. i only was just able to check them now as this is my first time home since then. i've put on some funny pictures and things, icons, BILLY [when asked: annie is a fart, gabrielle is the dunny cleaner of sheeba and my james is a dick head... sorry james], a photo of a group of us, a letter from myself, some manipulated photos [of igi, dan, james and john] &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; - here's the awesome part - my billy transcript for october/november. it's  &lt;strong&gt;138 &lt;/strong&gt;pages long. i thought it was pretty amazing. shall have to read through it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we went to alistair's [closer to the common room than the gym carpark] then down the street, 15 of us had dinner at la porchetta which was really nice. we hung around because we had the year 12 social to go to, and we had to bring a plate so five of us split 15 boxes of maccas cookies. yes, yes we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; awesome. the social was pretty fun though i didn't feel all that great for some of it, i gradually lost clothes too. first my boots, jacket, stockings... but yes. james tied a balloon to me and wrote 'brie is here' on it so he wouldn't lose me... he then proceeded to attach a string [they were weighed down to the ground around the room] of seven or so balloons to it... then another, then another. i had 20 balloons following me from room to room. sigh. it was fun though, i got very attached [not a deliberate pun] to my balloons. when i got bored and left i brought them with me... to the park where james and i sat around for an hour or so. we saw a few people [like luke v and nina and ben] while we were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to alistair's and we all [myself, james, tim, chris, zeb, nic, igi... alistair was in bed] watched 28 days later. was rather good, i was glad when it finished and i could go to be though. i got a reasonable [5 hours] of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was muck-up day. nic and i wrote 'chicken shnitzel' in various places and i put 'i lost the game' in big letters on a building. was much fun. i also changed arrows and wrote 'wrong way go back' in the carpark. igi and zeb stopped the cars for me. :) there was toilet paper everywhere, heheh. oh and we glad wrapped sophie and maddy together to a pole, i even drew them a label on the ground. reece too :) and james got me... not to a pole though... and not my legs. hmm then we presented things to teachers, mr canty was rather touched, we got him a signed, first edition of a judith wright poetry collection, he really admired her and met her a few times. it also ran an hour late and was very boring. so no real recess. then we cleaned up [took barely any time] and went down to the "carnival". it was a collection of giant kid's games. jenga was fun, i didn't really try any others though as they looked boring. maybe giant snakes and ladders might have been good. and free sausages :D mm but then everyone got bored... we were stuck in the gym for so long... so everyone drifted home and i got a lift back with lauren. home = bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also brown [it's freaking me out] because mum convinced me to get a spray tan for the val... it was on a voucher thing we have so i didn't actually pay. it's not a huge difference on my back or arms or anything... just when you compare it to the line i have lol... i think i prefer being white but i expect it will look nice with my dress - the val is tomorrow *cheers* ~ bubbye now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4377514214588943714?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4377514214588943714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4377514214588943714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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together :(&lt;br /&gt;but yes, my last ever class is a free [i find this entertaining] and on wednesday we're having our last chapel, time capsules returned and our social, we're also going out to la porchetta for dinner. shall be grand. and rather hectic. from wednesday to saturday i spend one night at home. sigh. muck up day has a fluro theme [which i'm playing along with due to the disgustingly fluro range of clothes available in mc-sluts right now], though i refuse to wear it to the social as well. icky. i'm wearing a solid fluro pink tshirt, a denim skirt and fluro purple tights [i admit i already owned said tights]. oh and those awesome plastic bands everyone used to love, they're fluro :)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm that's all i can be bothered with. bubbye all (^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8546927314505605644?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-9183895507179173347</id><published>2007-10-18T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:21:00.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>moe cup</title><content type='html'>well-dressed drunks are funny. women in pretty dresses and high-heels screaming abuse are funny... chicken smeared all over windows is semi-funny when i don't have to clean it up. it was moe cup today, and my work [being 500 or so metres away from the racecourse] was pretty much packed. it was all rather exhausting, though i was on drive-thru rather than out front, so i didn't actually have to personally deal with the drunks... just laugh at them from out back. the police were called at one stage too i think... a fight broke out. silly, silly drunks. but anyways, it was incredibly busy and everything aches :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should sleep or something but i'm too awake. mm i need something else to entertain myself with. bubbye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-9183895507179173347?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/9183895507179173347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=9183895507179173347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/9183895507179173347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/9183895507179173347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/moe-cup.html' title='moe cup'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8867431226308876019</id><published>2007-10-17T21:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:58:43.995+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>last sac + positron ramble</title><content type='html'>i can't escape from the phone box, silly bright night, it makes no sense to me :( i've given up... it does have a walkthrough button, but i hate those things. i'd much rather put up &lt;a href="www.eyezmaze.com"&gt;this site's&lt;/a&gt; games but he doesn't allow that. tis a pity, i love the rpg grow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news: my last sac was today. thank god. and one more week of classes. *cheers* and the val is in just over a week. and the social. and muck-up day. shall be grand indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really feel like typing anything that makes sense. so be warned, the ramble starts here. zone out at will. my topic? positrons. the silliest things ever. i mean, honestly, how can an electron be positive? and why the hell would they try to confuse us poor students now, this close to exams? we've gone through all our science classes innocently assuming electrons were always negative and then [in unit 4, last area of study] they have to introduce the concept of a 'positron'. i mean... it has a kinda cool name [say positive electron ten times fast] but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; rather pointless. [yes i'm aware that i usually like pointless] especially as we don't have to know anything other than that it exists [for chemistry anyway], it's basically just filler for the multiple choice questions. is the symbol X a proton, electron, alpha particle or a positron? what about 'or all of the above?' why couldn't they have just used that tired and tried method? it makes much more sense than scaring students, not as fun on the examiner's behalf perhaps... but definitely nicer. chemistry examiners need to be as nice as the japanese oral ones [the frenchies went to sale for a french oral - connotations much?], they need to nod and smile and make more encouraging comments. i would approve, and everyone knows my approval is necessary when it comes to the entire VCE system, it's me that's decided that japanese should be ridiculously marked up. i tried to make it so that french was marked the same - except down - but they [read: minions] pointed out this would be unfair. i pointed out i didn't care, they pointed out i get quite a lot of actually &lt;em&gt;french&lt;/em&gt; frenchies at my school each year... and should play it safe.&lt;br /&gt;playing it safe is also necessary sometimes, gravity is the best protection guys, and girls. pretty much guys &lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;girls. or girls with guys, just to promote the whole equality thing, even though everyone knows it's a myth :P "men were born free, women are more expensive". i believe you all know the equation regarding girls equalling evil as well, more proof that we're superior, or at least more interesting. it always seems to be the evil people that have the most fun, providing they remember it as evil-doers do tend to break the law quite a lot and so are probably constantly intoxicated/stoned/both and hence suffer from memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;not really a fan of memory loss, i seem to forget quite a few things. 'tis the reason my mum calls me 'goldy' [double meaning guys!] due to my hair colour [when i was younger] and my goldfish memory span. silly, silly mum. nearly as silly as my dad who bought james a present for no apparent reason. a mr happy book - awesome, no? we only have mr impossible, an interesting character in his own right but generally a forgotten one. poor mr impossible, we should all wear black bands around our arms, like all those football players do. it's really getting rather ridiculous, at any one time there's an entire team wearing the things... it's different if your pet dies... but when your entire team wears them because your pet dies... that's just stupid. they don't really mean anything anymore - though i hope the dying pet thing is an exaggeration, animals dying isn't very nice. i assumed there were horses dying everywhere because of the virus... but apparently not. they just get better two weeks later. but of course it affects the melbourne cup, which in turn affects the council's revenue! shock! horror! gasp! money makes people funny in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8867431226308876019?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8867431226308876019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8867431226308876019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8867431226308876019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8867431226308876019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-sac-positron-ramble.html' title='last sac + positron ramble'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7590703724092478578</id><published>2007-10-11T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:19:51.092+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 more school days left. i'd rather it was 8 but mum won't let me stay home tomorrow. she seems to think i'll get more work done at school than i will at home. *cough* bullshit *cough*. i have two classes tomorrow, and i know nothing will really happen in either of them. i may learn the conventions for cross-sections in vis com...? maybe. because that's something that's oh so difficult to catch up on. i'm annoyed anyway, i hate waste of time days. especially when i think about how much more i could be doing on my own and how little i'll get done on the weekend. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news my folio is handed in and my japanese oral exam &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;. it was ick. x much. i didn't understand them quite a few times and had to keep asking for what they were saying to be repeated. or i couldn't remember words and so couldn't answer questions properly. it was very frustrating. i can block it out now though lol. though the examiners were very nice. the non-native speaker was grinning the entire time, it was rather reassuring. i'm pretty happy with my folio though, hope i do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did lousy and all practise exams i've got back so far. methods was too depressing to actually finish marking and find out what i got... chemistry was surprisingly good considering the amount i couldn't remember. 52% [the average], i was expecting 30%. literature was good and japanese, a 3 hour exam which we were given 2 hours to do, was okay. grrraaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep again. i'm in my pajamas and sitting on my bed already but i have to fill in my seas application. sigh. beds are silly. mum's declared that i should be getting a double bed of them for christmas so when i'm away next year and dad's snoring she'll have somewhere to sleep. silly mum. at least i'll be able to take it the year after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7590703724092478578?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7590703724092478578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7590703724092478578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7590703724092478578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7590703724092478578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/9-more-school-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-5565459983822599116</id><published>2007-10-08T18:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:06:49.865+10:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese oral</title><content type='html'>grrrraaargh. my top smells like guy's deodorant. and the person i want to talk to is busy. and i'm tired. and i want to go to bed. and i can't because i have an exam tomorrow and need to study. i've either been too busy or completely beyond caring all holidays. probably because i came to think of it as such a joke during the countless, waste of time classes. i'm tossing up whether to go to bed now. sigh, i really shouldn't. maybe i'll go back on msn... hmmm, he's run away. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm well i might pretend to do japanese for a while. at least i'll feel less guilty then :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-5565459983822599116?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5565459983822599116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=5565459983822599116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5565459983822599116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/5565459983822599116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was relatively unexciting. especially compared with yesterday. there was a scare with grandma... the worst possible kind pretty much. but it turns out she's okay, we'll chalk it up to a somewhat paranoid and easily excited doctor and her age. but yes, i ramble. i drove down to warragul and back [only stalled once. *laughs at nathaniel - i.e. brother who likes to count and make me nervous*] to take my brother to an appointment and my picture to the printers. shall be A2. i can't wait lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that i've worked on my folio and had lunch. very exciting meal that. it had spanish onion in it. i found it in the fridge. also terribly exciting stuff that - spanish onion. annnnd... my folio isn't quite done but my brain is mush and i can't do anymore tonight. did i mention james is visiting? he's going to think i'm silly when he reads this [yes i know you're laughing at me] but i'm excited anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's here. bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-2991611109103473026?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2991611109103473026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=2991611109103473026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2991611109103473026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/2991611109103473026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/10/car-car-car.html' title='car car car'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-4976090946597854999</id><published>2007-10-01T15:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:57:18.458+10:00</updated><title type='text'>colac-a-matorium</title><content type='html'>mrow... bored and lonely (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;james came and visited for a little while earlier but after he dropped me home again i decided to lie on my bed in the sun for awhile and accidently fell asleep. my bad. i just woke up and really can't be bothered doing anything. i was feeling so motivated this morning too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was fun though, i really didn't do anything useful on wednesday and thursday bar working, but on friday james appeared and we went to the midvalley-a-matorium. he needed a present for sam and ange and i needed more clothes. i bought a blue rhino to go with my awesome red lion too. and then back to his place and my new ghibli movie. we had to get up before 6 on saturday which really wasn't very nice. we had to pick up tim from warragul at 6:45 or so and then headed off to colac. we had breakfast on the way. a rather long drive, we got there at exactly 10 and went to the way of safe to by glitter. silly glitter bombs, i found some of the stuff on my stomach this morning. at least i think i don't have any on my scalp anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, it was fun. and i went swimming in a public pool for the first time in &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;. apart from school swimming the last time would have been sometime in year 7 i think. i met elaine who was muchly nice, bubbly and talkative. hope i get to see her again, i saw ange and sam again too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sunday we left at 1 or so and i didn't get home until 5:30ish. that was rather long, we did stop for lunch in geelong somewhere within that, and the traffic was a bit ick [there was next to none on the way up] and i had to wait around at traf trainstation to be picked up for a while. but yes, a rather long day. more fun than today though... i should go work on my folio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4976090946597854999?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4976090946597854999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4976090946597854999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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holidays have been fun so far. i've worked three times, attended scott's party, had my brain stuffed with chemistry and bummed around with james. oh and went to our last dancing lesson :( but she told us to come back for the later session if we ever got the chance *cheesy grin again* tis much fun, i really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i might go to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-4886603292053728247?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4886603292053728247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=4886603292053728247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's in the big covered pile in the middle of the room. and our fridge [unplugged] and freezer are about 2 metres from the wall. oh and the lights are covered in paper and my room smells of paint (&gt;&lt;)/* - here is where i grumble. and sigh. sighing works too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly less grumblesome note i got above average in my last chemistry sac, which is a high C. such an encouraging result *coughs*. i did reasonably well on my japanese conversation sac and [at best] i should get a B on my maths one. i managed to do 23 of the 30 questions and i'm hoping at least one of my guesses was right. i'd done all i could do with half an hour to spare, most were fairly straight-forward/easy. the other 7 i just blinked at and ignored. i actually only did 15 the first time i went through it... *guilty smile* and what the hell is delta x?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaaah at life. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sac'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8736948710633876136</id><published>2007-09-15T17:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:59:28.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>rah</title><content type='html'>rah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8736948710633876136?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8736948710633876136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8736948710633876136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8736948710633876136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8736948710633876136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/09/rah.html' title='rah'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-312784792617637827</id><published>2007-09-15T13:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:49:17.411+10:00</updated><title type='text'>day by day</title><content type='html'>well since it's been over a week since i last posted i thought i should do so... before i get motivated and actually do homework [gasp]. i only really have vis com work left... and study of course. though i should memorise some japanese sentences for my sac on wednesday... fun. but yes, the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebe's party was much fun, claudio sanchez is scary and omnipresent and Mitch's G-erman is cool. he also seems to have a mild obsession for m&amp;amp;ms, but who can blame him? I must confess i had a lot more fun after the party. but i'm not dan so i'll stop there. it was the first time i'd not got up until the afternoon in &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;. i kinda miss sleeping in but there's usually so much to do, so much time to be wasted. also, valentine is delicious and i want to buy the ingredients myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing was fun as always, only four of us there that time. only two left until we stop, james and i shan't continue on into next term because of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked, rather unexciting and a very dead shift. a drunk general manager visited and i got to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day. Only two classes and I ditched the latest motivational speaker with James. I assumed it was yet another footballer since it wasn't mentioned until that day. most people had gone home, he was apparently good... but oh well, i can't say i really cared. though we did get a lecture, it was assumed that we'd left school grounds.... aaah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... did anything actually happen? I had two sacs... my last ever literature sac in fact. not a very interesting day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and i went down the street after school... so of course it rained. We went and saw Ratatouille which was rather funny, though not as awesome as Over the Hedge. Still worth watching though i think. It was freezing afterwards [the main reason we chose the earlier showing] so instead of finding somewhere for dinner we headed to the closest place...kfc. exciting, no? :P i would have preferred the noodle box but it was so damn cold. we didn't even go to a bar or anything... *cries* :P&lt;br /&gt;We met annie and angelo at the trainstation, twas kinda funny. and bronwyn when we got off. i've finally seen the rest of wolf creek, and seven too. oh and i bought the aristocats. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm avoiding vis com work...mainly because i'm not feeling all that great. (;-') i forgot to copy it onto my memory stick so i can't do what i was planning on... all my frees shall be in the graphics room i expect lol. ahh well... shall folio-ise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-312784792617637827?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/312784792617637827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=312784792617637827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/312784792617637827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/312784792617637827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-by-day.html' title='day by day'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8674196456790620882</id><published>2007-09-07T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:28:31.361+10:00</updated><title type='text'>shun the non-believer</title><content type='html'>well today was pretty entertaining. nothing exciting to report about first period [japanese] or recess [no coffee] but during assembly we got to listen to someone with [i've been told] a eastern european accent [i hereby declare it funny] and then watched a movie about poverty. it was actually pretty funny, we're oh so hard done by, '...suffering from a severe lack of heavily branded footwear...' and, because james is muchly awesome, charlie the unicorn appeared on the big projector screen. it's the first time everyone hasn't rushed out as soon as they were told they could. 'Year 7s may leave - when they're ready'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on to chemistry. anyone who has never seen a 'cation' sock puppet flirting and batting its eyelashes at an electron is seriously deprived. it was very funny, with much sexual innuendo and hilarious-ness. she even managed to bring in a turkey-slapping joke, [remember her speech last year?] though she still claims she's ignorant of the meaning. *cough* but anyway, there was a set and everything, it was very entertaining. apparently brad called her a terrible teacher because she didn't answer david's question. so she set out to prove him wrong. heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last ever chair pack-up. *cheers* i found out that james has only ever done it twice, including today, so he pretty much deserves much shaking of fists. (&gt;&lt;) and nothing terribly exciting happened during lunch either, just lying on the cricket pitch and attempting not to be blinded. had to walk through people kicking footballs to get there. :( i hate doing that, it's okay if you're actually &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; but i never watch the balls properly when walking past and i usually manage to get hit. why can't they be round? that would make so much more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, ended with maths and tried to figure out what the hell a variable actually &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; with aimee. the teacher was asked twice but didn't answer properly, just gave the formula for finding it. we know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to find it, we just don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; it is we're finding. sigh. and then i grumbled at tim and james because they were walking home across the oval while my head was still being crammed with more maths. silly specialists. not that they noticed, though i did send tim a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is homework. i'm off to a party, to james', to work on saturday. so i shan't get a great deal of time to do it otherwise. i have to shift a few things around my room first though... my window is being replaced so everything needs to be out of the way. it also means i have to keep my room perfectly tidy for a week. sounds like a challenge, my one true talent is making my room appear as if a bomb has gone off... while still knowing where the clothes i want are hanging. [hanging on the floor, in fact].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i should go. [/ramble]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8674196456790620882?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8674196456790620882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8674196456790620882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8674196456790620882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8674196456790620882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/09/shun-non-believer.html' title='shun the non-believer'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-8980651070133695795</id><published>2007-09-04T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:26:02.049+10:00</updated><title type='text'>here...</title><content type='html'>mm... chocolate-y goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely different note; i have a party to attend this weekend. shall be fun. i also get to sleep in the next morning, something i'm looking forward to just as much. i haven't slept in in &lt;em&gt;ages. &lt;/em&gt;shall be grand. today was terribly exciting, though we did make a pretty sign. tomorrow there'll be only 26 days of school left. there shall also be only 76 days til my first day of freedom *cheesy grin*. can't wait til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't seem to be saying a great deal, so i think i shall end it here. no here. or possibly here. bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-8980651070133695795?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8980651070133695795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=8980651070133695795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8980651070133695795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/8980651070133695795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/09/here.html' title='here...'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-7923212403423982101</id><published>2007-08-31T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:21:18.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>photo-a-matorium</title><content type='html'>okay, it's finally got to the stage where it's completely ridiculous. i'm talking about my photo collection. i have 7804 photos [no i didn't count them myself] plus quite a few more that i received off james recently. these take up 6.84 GB [interestingly my music is 6.83], all of which is being dumped on our external hard-drive. if my brothers can fill it with movies and anime i figure my photos can go on it too. i'm going to have to clear out the music i don't listen to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, my computer notified me of the fact that i had less than 200 MB of memory left [around 50 to be exact] so i've kinda been forced into it... i really don't like being separated from my photos :( i took at least 3/4 myself, or they were taken on my camera at least, i do tend to share. i shall back them up on to CD too i think, just in case my brothers murder the hard-drive. yes that is fairly likely. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12837693-7923212403423982101?l=pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7923212403423982101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=7923212403423982101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7923212403423982101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12837693/posts/default/7923212403423982101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-matorium.html' title='photo-a-matorium'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
