<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693</id><updated>2009-12-17T01:52:20.576+11:00</updated><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?orderby=updated'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Brie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448561733739182028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12837693.post-717439118815192098</id><published>2009-03-18T22:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:51:22.672+11:00</updated><title type='text'>best assignment ever</title><content type='html'>Best. 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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12837693&amp;postID=717439118815192098&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10700899601983630462'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>