<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:12:34.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a peculiar smile + a freudian slipper</title><subtitle type='html'>...::::sporadic and digressive bursts of cerebration::::...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-113237853163639914</id><published>2005-11-19T15:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:35:31.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blu Tack + U Tack = Gru Tack!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It has been quite some time since last I wrote. Much has been happening see, everything has changed over the last two months. I'm now living in the country, sans internet, having many adventures. I decided to move back so suddenly I shocked myself. The whole moving ordeal has been stressful and exhausting to say the least, but entirely worth it. I'll still come up to the city as much as possible cos I miss my friends and live music dearly. It's wonderful here though, so peaceful. I wake up in the morning to the sound of birds chirping and eat dinner watching the sunset over the paddocks from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night in the house we discovered a bat that lived behind Mum's built ins. It flew through the house scaring the bejesus out of Mum while me and Shar got excited and named it Errol. We chased Errol into the loungeroom, opened the front door and tried to coax him out. Shar picked up a feather duster to play like a guitar whilst singing "Ohhhh Errol. I would give anything, just to be like him...". Soon enough Errol flew away. I hope he comes to visit sometime, I quite liked Errol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we've found an abundance of spiders. For those of you who are aware of my track record with spiders, you'll know how this can prove to be a problem. I'm not scared of spiders, not that much anyway. I'll squeal and be wary but not petrified. I've had 3 white tails and 1 red back bite me over the years and lived to tell the tale. Got the scars to prove it too. The advantage being that no hair grows at those scars on my legs now.... hmmm by the time I'm finished with this house I may never need to shave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come across plenty of other critters too. Wore a cute little bearded dragon called Tinks on my top like a brooch while I had a cuppa the other morning, I'll have to upload the picture sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Shars last night and this morning did the rounds of feeding all the animals. When we got to the canary cage we discover a snake in there. 15 canaries had already become 11. Shars mate came around to kill it. We're not sure if it was a tiger snake or a copperhead. At least we can refer to it in the past tense now. Twas a bit scary. I touched it once it was dead, it feels so much like a frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has been going on? Well I beat Moose in mini-golf last time I was up (so so very proud!) I had my toenail finally removed after 6 months of pain thank christ. Oh and I've also become the publicity and advertising director of a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that must be all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-113237853163639914?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/113237853163639914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=113237853163639914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/113237853163639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/113237853163639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/11/blu-tack-u-tack-gru-tack.html' title='Blu Tack + U Tack = Gru Tack!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112731637061837805</id><published>2005-09-22T00:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:26:10.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>get to know my abc's</title><content type='html'>a) I hate Centrelink. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Health wise things are still pretty shit and getting shitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Had a great time at Millgrove for CASA training looking after an egg I named Vogrey who I proceeded to crack and repair with a bandaid. Good ol' first-aid cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Threw a snowball at Matty on the way to Marysville. Ate toasted marshmellows and witnessed the photography of boobs. A squeeful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Had a ride in an ambulance at 6am monday morning (for someone else's health problems, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Sent in my resume to a talent agent yesterday, got a call today to say to send in the application they would send me and a couple of happy snaps. Now I have to get hold of a digital camera by tomorrow arvo to get some recent and decent pics of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Peed in a jar. Joy!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Watched disc 1 season 1 of Degrassi Junior High on dvd today. Genious. Pure Genious. "Swamp Sex Robots here I come!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tee hee double entendre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) is for igloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Need to catch up with people but don't like lying when people ask me how I am*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Things could be worse, I'm just whinging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112731637061837805?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112731637061837805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112731637061837805&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112731637061837805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112731637061837805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-to-know-my-abcs.html' title='get to know my abc&apos;s'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112606628233489242</id><published>2005-09-07T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:11:22.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>la di da di da</title><content type='html'>So turns out my stomach is raw and bleeding and thats why I was coughing up blood and in an immense amount of pain, I am now taking tablets and staying away from acidic food and spirits for two weeks to try and let it heal. So far I'm not doing too bad. Getting really pissed off cos it seams like all my frogurtin money is goin to medicine. Not that I have much money to begin with. So yeah, things are pretty tight at the moment. My doctor told me the anti-depressants I'm taking could give me bad dreams... she was certainly right! I've had dreams about serial killers and others about all the people I love dying horrible deaths and I had to watch. It was strange though cos in the dreams I had no emotional reactions to what was going on, I was just numb. Then when I wake up I'm confused and upset... That's another thing, I'm waking up ALL the time at the moment, I haven't had a decent nights sleep for quite a while. Doc said she could give me sleeping tablets to try and get into a good sleeping pattern but I'd like to keep the chemical intake to a minimum considering the amount of shit I'm already taking. Aargh. Oh to be healthy. At least the ban on spirits means I can only drink beer and wine at the parties I'm attending which is probably a good thing cos I wont get completely trashed. And seeing I'm not going to the after party for Cabaret I will be less inclined to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first night of the cabaret and it went surprisingly well, considering monday night was a great tech run for a dress rehearsal. Should turn out to be quite a good show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret 3: Purple Octopus&lt;br /&gt;6th to the 10th of September&lt;br /&gt;8pm all days except Thursday at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;At the Odeon in the Union Building of La Trobe University Bundoora&lt;br /&gt;parking is best at Car Park 3&lt;br /&gt;$8 concession, $13 adult&lt;br /&gt;Snacks and alcohol available. First drink free with entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112606628233489242?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112606628233489242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112606628233489242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112606628233489242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112606628233489242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-di-da-di-da.html' title='la di da di da'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112563875514535274</id><published>2005-09-02T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:25:55.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>timeline of eventul events starting from 4.30pm Thursday 1st Sept</title><content type='html'>4.30pm - Bus to La Trobe: Fell in love with Martha Wainwright... Heart shredded like government documents when I discovered I'm at Cabaret the night of her already-sold-out performance and The Corner Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm - Rehearsals for Cabaret 3: Purple Octopus. Kicked around a ball in the playroom whilst occasionally going over lines and whinging about my aching cerebrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm - Fell in love with Topcats PSP before heading to laz0r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm - House of Laz0r goodness: Pizza and smoodgey lovins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm - The Metric System play the Brunswick Hotel. Had a beer and a lemon lime and bitters. Socialised. Bought Metric System's EP A Name For Mistakes.  Turns out alcohol and loud music cures headaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am - Left the brunny feelin good, just a uberly tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am - Made Dom jealous by taking a hot water bottle to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.45am - Overcome by awful awful pain concentated at the base of my neck and stretching to my stomach. Feeling like an evil spirit was strangling me from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30am - Get to St Vincents Hospital Triage... Try to describe how I feel but can't seem to find the right words. Pain still intense. Told there might be a 3 hour wait so I take a couple of Panadol and a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am - I decide to just try and cope with the pain and hope the Panadol kicks in in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am - Finally get to sleep still in a great deal of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am til 11am - Wake up several times, pain has reduced a tiny bit each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm - Get up to start the day, not in pain but still with a tight feeling in my throat. Cough up some oh-so-yummy blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm - Visit the doctor who will hopefully tell me what the fuck is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Tech run for Cabaret, pretend to be on top of the world lookin down on creation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112563875514535274?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112563875514535274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112563875514535274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112563875514535274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112563875514535274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/09/timeline-of-eventul-events-starting.html' title='timeline of eventul events starting from 4.30pm Thursday 1st Sept'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112529957228054661</id><published>2005-08-29T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:12:52.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cr0n!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern, Cool Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; 65 % Nerd, 56% Geek, 47% Dork &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; For The Record:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, &lt;b&gt;Cool Nerd&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used&lt;br /&gt;to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a&lt;br /&gt;pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world&lt;br /&gt;that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and&lt;br /&gt;geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very&lt;br /&gt;least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent,&lt;br /&gt;knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing&lt;br /&gt;computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one&lt;br /&gt;you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one&lt;br /&gt;up there, winning the million bucks)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in either of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17325897279428986557"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16508533975919017840"&gt;Professional Wrestling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?%0D%0Atestid=8115472531704248346"&gt;Love &amp; Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Again! -- &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/104/656/10465692962375378952/mt1124997258.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="107"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="43"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;71%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;nerdiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="123"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="27"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;82%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;geekosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="120"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="30"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;80%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;dork points&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815'&gt;The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=10465692962375378952'&gt;donathos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112529957228054661?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112529957228054661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112529957228054661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112529957228054661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112529957228054661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/08/cr0n.html' title='cr0n!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112487609994730611</id><published>2005-08-24T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:34:59.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>templatey changes!</title><content type='html'>I have finished my tinkering, woo! Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112487609994730611?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112487609994730611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112487609994730611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112487609994730611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112487609994730611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/08/templatey-changes.html' title='templatey changes!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112462386913108344</id><published>2005-08-21T21:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:31:09.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>an update for those who would like it</title><content type='html'>for those not in the know i am deferring, having me a little break for health reasons. i will eventually get a job a coupla months down the track but for now i need to concentrate on recovery... i have decided to spend some more time developing my artistic side. starting with drawing. i have always considered myself bad at drawing, in fact there is a whole list of things that i have cemented in my head as not being able to do. SO i have decided to get out a sledge hammer, jack hammer, whatever will do the trick and smash the cement and start again. i'll figure out what 20 year old haley can and cant do as opposed to 10 year old haley. so hopefully my road to recovery will be paved with new artistic discoveries.... hopefully. well, gotta set my sights high at the moment, gotta accentuate the positive eliminate the negative and all that jazz. well thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haliarunos signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112462386913108344?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112462386913108344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112462386913108344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112462386913108344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112462386913108344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-for-those-who-would-like-it.html' title='an update for those who would like it'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112376686910093457</id><published>2005-08-11T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:27:49.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>According to my junk emails, a highly credible source, I can now get it UP IN 18 MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of only being able to get it up in 19 minutes the girls will be uberly impressed ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112376686910093457?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112376686910093457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112376686910093457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112376686910093457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112376686910093457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112367160819032482</id><published>2005-08-10T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:00:08.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>As a kid I was taught to never say that I was bored, if I was bored I was simply to find something entertaining to do. Not having brothers or sisters or the money to afford that toy I desperately wanted, I turned to my imagination. I would refuse to consider myself bored. I was a quite shy little girl and I dont think anyone realised just how talkative I was in my mind. One million thoughts per second. My mind still works like this except now the thoughts are more worrisome and persistent and rarely pleasant. My body craves activity but I dont have the energy to do a single thing. I dont have the same mental agility to keep me entertained anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112367160819032482?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112367160819032482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112367160819032482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112367160819032482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112367160819032482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/08/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112288434390855311</id><published>2005-08-01T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:19:39.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I fell in love with a table.</title><content type='html'>"The 1920s was an excellent decade in furniture..." I thought to myself as I perused the labels on various forms wooden delight. Would people find my almost orgasmic reaction to antique furniture somewhat peculiar? Perhaps. However I am certain anyone with taste would also cream their pants the second that beautiful mahogany gate leg table caught their eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Self: Do not go into antique shops until you have a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112288434390855311?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112288434390855311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112288434390855311&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112288434390855311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112208242880778225?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112208242880778225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112208242880778225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112208242880778225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112208242880778225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-by-way-that-site-is-not-to-be-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112208218373658430</id><published>2005-07-23T11:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:32:00.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh eM Gee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.landoverbaptist.org/sermons/vegans.html"&gt;An article for your reading pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it somewhat amusing that they were advertising a "What Would Jesus Do" g-string at the bottom of the page...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112208218373658430?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112208218373658430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112208218373658430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112208218373658430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112208218373658430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-em-gee.html' title='Oh eM Gee'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112194630460708005</id><published>2005-07-21T21:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:45:04.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;– Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Operation get life back on track is in full swing. Been doing a lot of thinking and seeing friends and sorting things out… and at last there is progress! The progress being that for the first time in quite some time I feel as though the happiness I'm feeling now might potentially last longer than a few hours. It probably has something to do with my flu finally starting to clear up giving me a chance to stop blowing my nose in misery. Although it’s not just that, it’s more. When I think of different aspects of my life I like how they are… well some of them anyway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My friends are wonderful and I had a great time catching up with everyone at my party, it was such a good night. For me anyway. One of my friends from high school who I hadn’t seen for over a year came, which was incredibly good! She is one of the sweetest girls ever. Angi Pangi got me Jeff Buckley’s Live at Sin-é which is the bestest CD in the whole entire universe!! I am listening to it now. I am constantly listening to it. I am addicted. My housemates and their significant others got me a $200 gift voucher for Chaddie, I’ve never gone shopping with that much money before! Its gonna be good… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Things are happening with a certain friend of mine too, which is rather exciting. We’re going slowly taking things as they come and its great, no pressure or expectations or labels or rules, just the pleasure of each other’s company. This makes me smile. I went to his place for dinner last night before heading over to laz0r to watch the boys be drunk and admire Moose's lovely lovely beard and crash there so I had quite a good night. Oh and Smoodge loves me now which is exciting cos I love her too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I varied my enrollment yesterday, I'm now doing a subject called &lt;a href="http://iasprd.latrobe.edu.au:5161/udb1subprd_public/publicview$p_subjects.queryview?P_SUBJECT_CODE=AST22EMT&amp;P_SUBJECT_OFFER_YEAR=2005&amp;amp;Z_CHK=0&amp;P_SUBJECT_CODE_1=&amp;amp;P_SUBJECT_NAME=&amp;P_SEMESTER=&amp;amp;P_YEAR_LEVEL=&amp;P_FACULTY=&amp;amp;P_CAMPUS=&amp;P_DISCIPLINE_CODE=&amp;amp;P_SUBJECT_OFFER_YEAR_1=2005&amp;Z_START=&amp;amp;Z_ACTION=NEXT"&gt;Eastern Meditational Traditions&lt;/a&gt;. It sounds so good! It’s about the role of meditation in religions such as Hinduism and Buddhism so we get to learn about yoga and eastern philosophies and such. CANNOT WAIT.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lately I’ve had friends come to me for advice or just to talk and it’s been quite good. I'm getting a bit more confident in what I believe and I feel like I can help people, that I can give people decent advice at least really listen. It also gives me a chance to think about things from different angles, and consider situations I’ve never been in myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like it, I like it a lot. I'm seriously starting to consider doing a degree in psychology after this one. Its silly cos in VCE my psychology teacher was also my careers advisor and because I was getting top marks in psych she was trying to convince to do it at uni. I considered it briefly but then completely dropped the idea, I thought psych was something I liked to study but something I would never do as a career. So instead, I focused on languages. I have no regrets about this, I still want to learn languages more than anything and having the opportunity to study philosophy is wonderful. The thing is I think I needed more time to decide what I believed in and study human nature in the real world. Now, particularly after my experiences with legacy and casa, I have this overwhelming desire to help people. Not that I didn’t before, its just now its something I want to build my skills around and really be able to get into the community and just help in any way… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My current view on how I should live my life is to try as many things as possible. I still want to work as a translator and also find ways to express myself creatively as much as possible. Now I'm adding psychologist to my list of professions to try. There are so many things I want to try, so many flavours in the ice cream shop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Human interaction is a wonderful thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My life is changing at the moment, I can tell. I'm trying to make everything fresh and make little changes so that I feel like the change is more permanent. This includes appearance, I cut my hair the other night (all by myself and I didn’t screw it up, so proud) and I plan to get my nose pierced tomorrow. They say a change is as good as a holiday and seeing mine are nearly over and I still feel like I need one this better work!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112194630460708005?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112194630460708005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112194630460708005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112194630460708005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112194630460708005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/07/happiness-makes-up-in-height-for-what.html' title='Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112143238283448688</id><published>2005-07-15T20:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:59:42.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>plays guitar like mashed potato!</title><content type='html'>i had a marvellous time at camp! it was such a good week. i got the cutest kid ever, he is obsessed with the guitar. the first morning i woke him up he jumped out of bed and went: "a 1, a 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4! toot toot chugga chugga big red car..." and was still singing away as i changed his nappy. he is such a rockstar! cannot wait til spring camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the train back to the country on saturday night and went straight to a friends 21st. twas such a good night! i got to see so many people who i hadnt seen for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the healthiest biscuit at the moment, still got the flu i picked up just before camp, lost my voice today. my toe is still infected so its uber-ouchy and looks ghastly. the antibiotics i was taking for it just made things worse. oh and on top of all that i have grazes and bruises from taking a tumble at richmond station rushing from one platform to another when they changed which one my train was coming in on at literally the last second. bruised ribs hurt uberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: make doctors appointment first thing monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have a new housemate, rossco moved in a week ago. i've barely been here since he moved in so i feel a bit bad about that... he seems to be settling in okay though. yay ross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having my bad jumper birthday party tomorrow night which should be a barrel of fun and laughs and inebriated monkeys. ive invited quite a few people so i think my house might get a widdle bit squishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all for now, must clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112143238283448688?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112143238283448688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112143238283448688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112143238283448688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112143238283448688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/07/plays-guitar-like-mashed-potato.html' title='plays guitar like mashed potato!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-112044608580304888</id><published>2005-07-04T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T13:01:25.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im running away and there's nothing you can do about it!</title><content type='html'>im off to camp, yay! or more precisely squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to write a great post last night but that didnt happen and i dont have time now cos my train leaves in 25 minutes sooooooooo this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what camp you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casa care! huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gotta get healthy... damn flu klaire gave me.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SO im off. to have fun and look after kids and play games and be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget, its my birthday in two days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn 20 on the 6th of july so dont forget it, i want comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i next find internet, ttfn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ill respond to comments on my last post when i get back :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun everyone!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-112044608580304888?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/112044608580304888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=112044608580304888&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112044608580304888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/112044608580304888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-running-away-and-theres-nothing-you.html' title='im running away and there&apos;s nothing you can do about it!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111961664937659766</id><published>2005-06-24T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:37:29.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>something i thought might be fun to steal...</title><content type='html'>1. Reply and I'll write something about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Then post this in your own journal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111961664937659766?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111961664937659766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111961664937659766&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111961664937659766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111961664937659766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-i-thought-might-be-fun-to.html' title='something i thought might be fun to steal...'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111941324013011425</id><published>2005-06-22T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:57:46.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what i would do for a block of cadbury dream chocolate right now:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jump up and down screaming i want chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing life could be a dream while on helium and have it broadcast on the radio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn off the heater and freeze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change my messenger name to "boobie dippinbrains"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i considered adding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the shop and buy some&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;but that seemed like too much effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111941324013011425?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111941324013011425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111941324013011425&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111941324013011425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111941324013011425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-i-would-do-for-block-of-cadbury.html' title='what i would do for a block of cadbury dream chocolate right now:'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111915289814773608</id><published>2005-06-19T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:11:21.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>haley's life: the review</title><content type='html'>what the hell is going on?? everything is so fucked up at the moment, beyond belief. im so confused. i dont know whether to laugh or cry... so i laugh, mainly because i know deep down i wanna cry but partly because i have spent a lot of time watching family guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im sitting back watching all this shit go down and i cant do a thing. i feel completely passive in my own fucking life. i want to step in, go "hey! this isnt what i want! first of all, you go over there, you come here, you tell me the truth, and YOU fuck off!" i want to be the director of my own fucking play instead of being an audience member. cos, quite frankly, the play has potential but the current storyline sucks royal donkey cock. actually, im not just any audience member, im the critic. and i have a hell of a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this current scene seriously needs a lot of attention. the exploits of the main characters are frankly unbelievable. events are jumping around with no link between them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what i dont understand is why good things seem to be happening to the girl but she doesnt run with it, instead she keeps replaying that last scene in her mind and seeing those eyes and feeling the same fear she felt that night. she still feels in danger but she doesnt go to the cops. she knows good things are happening but she doesnt pay them the attention they deserve. she needs to sort herself out, the tooter the sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahh it seems she is going to see a counsellor as well as a doctor this week, good plan. whats that? she has friends and they have invited her around? excellent. she needs to get her mind off things. oh no, whats this? she doesnt know if anyone but the one she knows is her friend wants her to come? oh well, i suppose she'll just have to try to win them over. this girl has some major trust issues sneaking up on her. she needs to take control of her life cos the themes are wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is just letting things happen to her, this just is not how people are supposed to be. where are her balls? and more importantly, where is the director?? oh it seems the director has lost the plot. that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep referring to myself in the 3rd person???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111915289814773608?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111915289814773608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111915289814773608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111915289814773608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111915289814773608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/06/haleys-life-review.html' title='haley&apos;s life: the review'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111839615633881653</id><published>2005-06-10T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:46:07.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>scandal! scandal! read all about it!</title><content type='html'>i havent posted for a while... there's a lot i could post but not as much that i should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well short works was great, managed to keep my food down until after the weekend so thats a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the short works after party was... eventful to say the least. what a very very fucked up night. to maintain a certain level of privacy i will use letters of the alphabet to represent those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the night started out with Q giving everyone their medicine (the most delicious cocktails ever...) and everyone having a good time. there was dancing and singing to karaoke, R matching his perfect score he got last after party. drinking games were happening in the lounge room. kissing was happening in the bedroom. K got photos of this i am yet to see. so, where's the fucked-up-ness i hear you ask? Z cheated on D with L (grrrrrr)(D has since broken up with Z). X kissed and gave head to a few guys before anyone knew she was 17. G broke up with F after their relationship was already going badly and F decided to take it out on her by pushing G a few times. G spent some time crying on Q's shoulder before W got really sick and left perfect prints of her eyelashes on Q's jumper while he looked after her. Q saved the night pretty much. well, what could be saved of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath of the night isn't pretty. i dare say things shant ever be the same around the student theatre office. well they could, all depends upon everyone's capacity to forgive and forget. and besides, if this fucked up curse from lucifer himself (otherwise known as VSU) takes place there may not be a student theatre office at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and G would really like to thank Q and K in particular for being there. she is also very worried about F and hopes he can find some faith in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other less scandalous but nonetheless exciting news, my mum is getting her forklift licence! how cool is that?? she doesnt even have her car licence but she's going to learn how to drive a forklift. she's applying for a job at murray gouldburn that she needs it for. she's also applied to do a free course in cert. 3 age care and is currently tutoring a primary school girl. my mum's a jill of all trades! i am jill's inspired daughter... jill is my idol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messed up haley, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i am sooo addicted to spit (the game, not the habit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111839615633881653?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111839615633881653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111839615633881653&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111839615633881653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111839615633881653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/06/scandal-scandal-read-all-about-it.html' title='scandal! scandal! read all about it!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111760389067870914</id><published>2005-06-01T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:31:30.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i want food so badly</title><content type='html'>listening to || silence (not the simon and garfunkle type)&lt;br /&gt;drinking || nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news: so last night i missed out on the opening night of short works... grrrr! i just want to keep my food down, is that too much to ask?? lost so much weight lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news: doctors appointment 12.30 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news: missed my indo oral this morning cos i was shiteful... have to do it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news: mum in coming here tomorrow and staying a coupla nights YAAAAY!!! im so excited, i havent seen her for so so so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111760389067870914?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111760389067870914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111760389067870914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111760389067870914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111760389067870914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-food-so-badly.html' title='i want food so badly'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111729144709982066</id><published>2005-05-28T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:04:45.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>right here, right now.</title><content type='html'>listening to || the flaming lips - yoshimi battles the pink robots part 1&lt;br /&gt;drinking || lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its saturday night and i had 3 possible events to attend, 2 birthdays and an engagement to be exact. but do i go? no. for two very good reasons a) im flat broke and b) i dont have the enthusiasm to "get hot" as klaire would put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achievements of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;got out of bed&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;stayed out of bed for longer than the time it takes me to go to the toilet and get food&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;watched 2 more episodes of futurama&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;won a few games of mariocart&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;kept my food down&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; okay so there were many more things i should have been doing today but even though i only felt like throwing up once i still feel very flat and tired and dazed... can't wait til the anti-d's kick in, i need a boost. red bull just isn't doing it for me. neither's the lemonade, it's just making my teeth all fuzzy... they should kick in in the next coupla weeks i spose. the doctor just upped my dose so that might help... maybe. only time shall tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news twas the short works tech run last night... oh the pain!! tech runs are the most tedious part of any play. started at 5 and got home at 1am (and the tech run was still going when i left, poor poor last play). the highlight of my night, the moment that made the suffering worth it, was seeing allan be a zombie in the the boy band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie 6&lt;/span&gt;... pure brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote a post from long ago: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-asked-for-it-you-got-it.html"&gt;i really have to get my arse into gear... do arses have gears?? if so, where are they and how do i change them?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no one answered this question then... does anyone know now? please, i must know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111729144709982066?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111729144709982066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111729144709982066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111729144709982066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111729144709982066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here, right now.'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111676369845785858</id><published>2005-05-22T22:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:00:45.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the makeover begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111676369845785858?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111676369845785858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111676369845785858&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111676369845785858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111676369845785858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/makeover-begins.html' title='the makeover begins...'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111637734580410111</id><published>2005-05-18T10:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:49:05.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter of apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;May 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Valued Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologise for the low standard of this weblog lately. The matter is being addressed and you will hopefully see improvements soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111637734580410111?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111637734580410111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111637734580410111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111637734580410111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111637734580410111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter-of-apology.html' title='a letter of apology'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111638209993933469</id><published>2005-05-18T10:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:14:38.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one for the road</title><content type='html'>You scored as &lt;strong&gt;agnosticism&lt;/strong&gt;. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="46" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;hang on, where's christianity2.0? i demand a recount.&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111638209993933469?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111638209993933469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111638209993933469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111638209993933469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111638209993933469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-for-road.html' title='one for the road'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111618220910315321</id><published>2005-05-16T02:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:38:42.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia induced quiz fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;25  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Left Brained, 65% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 55% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Depressed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/depressed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, you're feeling very down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've had a bad day, or maybe you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, make sure to take good care of yourself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/musical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.&lt;br /&gt;Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Tinky Winky!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/tinky-winky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple with a gay pride symbol... how could he not be gay?&lt;br /&gt;And that red purse is divalicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/gaychildhoodiconquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in 1973&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearbelongquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 90% Psychic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so very psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you already predicted that, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very tapped into the world around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to use your powers for good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/"&gt;Are You Psychic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Neptune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/neptune.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.&lt;br /&gt;You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/scary.jpg" alt="Scary!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You even scare scary people sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/scaryquiz.html"&gt;How scary are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Losing Lottery Ticket!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/lottery-ticket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope and promise.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, a cheap letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/crappygiftquiz.html"&gt;What Crappy Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Dreams Mean...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/dreams/bad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams seem to show that you're very preoccupied with your fears and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Blogger Twin is &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net/"&gt;Wil Wheaton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/wil-wheaton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a friendly, funny guy (or girl) next door&lt;br /&gt;With more than a touch of geekiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/famousbloggerquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Famous Blogger Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Dizzy and Giddy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/giddy.gif" alt="John Kerry" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanese-smiley-quiz.html"&gt;  What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Very Naughty This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/very-naughty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty, naughty! You've given Santa a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;You probably won't get anything from Mr. Claus&lt;br /&gt;Except for a well deserved spanking&lt;br /&gt;(Which you'll probably enjoy, you sicko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/naughtyornice.html"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111618220910315321?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111618220910315321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111618220910315321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111618220910315321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111618220910315321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/insomnia-induced-quiz-fest.html' title='insomnia induced quiz fest'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111615613458855331</id><published>2005-05-15T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:25:12.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!</title><content type='html'>fuck it all i say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111615613458855331?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111615613458855331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111615613458855331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111615613458855331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111615613458855331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/aaaaaaaaaaaargh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111595732308595271</id><published>2005-05-13T14:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:11:05.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>email from someone i do not know #1</title><content type='html'>having a name and number type hotmail address i often get emails sent to the wrong person... they can be quite ammusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i cant believe you i like and always will i cant believe that you would even say that about me. that just means that you dont wont me back anymore and that is fine. when you get with hem and you FUCK you will thank of me and that you dont have me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thanks dude, just the words i wanted to hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111595732308595271?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111595732308595271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111595732308595271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111595732308595271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111595732308595271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/email-from-someone-i-do-not-know-1.html' title='email from someone i do not know #1'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111557035988139546</id><published>2005-05-09T02:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:39:20.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>things i must do today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;yell at centrelink&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;briefly look at shoes that are comfortable and you cant see daylight through&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;get money out *fingers crossed*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;solve our mouse situation by letting that cat that hangs around our porch inside&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;call doctor&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;get pissed off with my teacher who doesnt reply to emails&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;finish essay&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;dream about life with no homework&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;dream about things i'll have once im working (eg. shoes)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;try to stop myself from getting distracted so easily&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;realise that thinking about how easily distracted i am is distracting&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;eat vegetables&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;finish essay already!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111493952504033496</id><published>2005-05-01T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:25:25.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aku pemimpi lagi penari</title><content type='html'>this is a line from the poem Sebab Dikau by Amir Hamzah. it means&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "i am a dreamer, and also the dancer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not good enough to dance can i just dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku boneka engkau boneka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i am a puppet, you are a puppet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when everything seems to be comin up roses you're still not fully satisfied?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111493952504033496?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111493952504033496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111493952504033496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111493952504033496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111493952504033496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/05/aku-pemimpi-lagi-penari.html' title='aku pemimpi lagi penari'/><author><name>h a l e 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111423645738056306</id><published>2005-04-24T00:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T04:28:36.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone got some slate cleaner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight is significant. dont ask me why exactly, all i could tell you is that everything feels new and fresh and re-born. theres still a bit of negativity hangin round (hence the need of slate cleaner, just to scrape off the sticky bits) but overall things are gettin sorted out. old friendships are becoming newer and stronger than ever and i feel fully capable of letting go of the past and looking forward. now i dont mean im fully changing my life or anything, im just taking the good parts that are worth fighting for and getting rid of the extra baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spose this mood has been inspired by the great night i had tonight. twas al's birthday celebrations, involving pre-drinks (which i pretty much missed) and drinks at rue bar in ivanhoe. i had not seen alistair since new years so it was incredibly good to see him. al is so cool! he was drunk so i convinced him to dance, well he decided to teach me how to dance anyway... i had so much fun and really have to keep in touch with him better cos he's one of my favouritest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i hadnt screwed things up with certain members of the philosophy crew, their friendships are so important to me... it would be so nice if i could go back in time and not make some of the silly decisions i made but alas, such a machine that could complete such a task has not yet been invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught up with daniel on thursday which was [awesome is over used... need a replacement word... think think think... marvellous? that'll do] truly marvellous. i dont think we'd seen each other long enough to have a full conversation since last october or so (besides messenger), and so on thursday we hung around uni for about 3 hours or somethin... it was great, we get along so well, why did we not see each other for so long??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have these awesome people in my life and i havent been making the most of them... not just the philosophy people but all the amazing people i've met along the way. at least im not half as confused as i've been all year so things can finally start to work out i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to catch the train home tonight so i didnt stay out long. i ended up getting off at clifton hill to catch the bus down hoddle street. melbourne is starting to feel so familiar to me... even clifton hill with its brothel next to maccas that i pass between the train and bus stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at the shelter tonight and two girls stumbled over to the shelter opposite me. they were both rather intoxicated and were wearing mini skirts that didnt leave much to the imagination, especially considering the way they were sitting. the most drunk girl was the loudest and i clearly heard her insisting to her friend that "i know, i can tell that matty fucking loves you..." soon the bus came to my stop and i got on. i had to wait 15 minutes before it left. the bus driver greeted me and i sat in my favourite seat in those buses, two up from the middle where the window ledge is at perfect arm rest height. he started talking to me about how busy hoddle street was tonight (surprise surprise) before noticing the drunken girls out the window. "look at that, those girls pissing on the bus shelter" i admit i was rather confused at first, boys pissing on the bus shelter wouldnt have surprised me but girls? had i misheard through his thick chinese accent? i hadnt had a problem with it before... then i saw the girls there, one holding the others hair back while she threw up on the concrete. "some kids were pissed when they got on the bus last night, one girl was sitting in the seat pissing everywhere. there was piss all over the floor, it was disgusting!" oh, so piss = vomit now things are a little more clear. the girls had realised they were at the bus stop not the tram stop so they stumbled up to the next stop, the girl who had been "pissing" fell over a few times but managed not to "piss" again til she had sat down. the bus passed the girls and turned down hoddle street. a rather inebriated couple got on at johnston st and the woman fell over before reaching a seat as the bus abruptly took off. at least she didnt "piss everywhere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a sober person in sight as i walked down swan st resisting the temptation of the kebab van next to richmond station. walking down a side street i see one of those new funky P plates on a car. if i had a car id consider gettin some of those, even if it is a bit wanky. but hey, im sure if i had a penis a wank wouldnt have such negative connotations personally... i digress. back to the plot. this is my home now, im more comfortable here everyday. i may be a country bumpkin at heart but at the moment the city is my home and im happy in it. theres so many possibilities here, so many people to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get home make myself a cheese and vegemite jaffle, even with the last piece of crappy plastic cheese its just what i need. no ones home yet so i dont hold back in my rendition of "i feel good". i sit down at my computer and start writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two sentences in, theres the sound of keys at the door and i am told that a certain housemate is sick. too much alcohol too quick it seems and i try to find the "piss" bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one housemate in bed and i resume this ridiculously long post hoping to express something real without it being too embarrassing or sounding too stupid. im not too satisfied with what i've written on this blog so far. i havent figured out what type of blog it should be so i've tried to balance it so far. my diary hasnt been written in for such a long time, i always think, well i've got my blog there recording events and feelings and the like, but its not. i dont use this to tell the world what i do one day to the next, that would probably be quite boring. and i dont like to get to specific about my feelings cos im constantly aware that people i see on a day to day basis read this, sometimes you want to give the standard "good thanks" reply instead of telling someone how you actually are. even when im on top of the world i dont generally like to say why on my blog, no idea why. i dunno, im crapping on a bit but hey im under the influence so deal with it. anyway, id like to give this blog a bit of meaning and individuality. a healthy dose of creativity would do it some good too. i think im entering a new era of my life, the era of being less confused (fingers crossed), and id like to bring my blog with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i apologise to people ive hurt along the way. ive been a fucked up confused little girl at times this year but just know that i love you all and i apologise for my hurtful ways. i know the past cant just disappear but id like to regain your friendship if its lost, and if it isnt id like to build on it with a clear idea in mind of how things are and who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to start this era with a clean slate, a blog and several irreplaceable people at the roll call... and maybe a nose piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points if you're still reading this&lt;br /&gt;50 points if you're actually interested&lt;br /&gt;100 points if you understood what i was talking about&lt;br /&gt;1000 points if you're scored 160 so far and are still sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111423645738056306?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111423645738056306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111423645738056306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111423645738056306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111423645738056306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/anyone-got-some-slate-cleaner.html' title='anyone got some slate cleaner?'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111413986955469887</id><published>2005-04-22T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:17:49.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>out of range</title><content type='html'>woo i have no reception! i got back home last night, leavin tomorrow mornin, and im cut off from the outside world! go vodafone, you rock. i really dont care that i'm out of range tho, its kind of a nice feeling... kinda. im still happy to be with vodafone, they're better than telstra already. on the agenda for today is finish some work then go to the bank then go to the op shop ($2 a bag this week, yay!) and its the premiere of sunrise to sunset tonight, the movie ryans in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what! also today im going to sale to get my nanas keyboard cos she's giving it to me! hooray! music time for haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what else! im going to be directing a film in short flicks, hoorah! movie time for haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111413986955469887?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111413986955469887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111413986955469887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111413986955469887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111413986955469887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/out-of-range.html' title='out of range'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111382196979434880</id><published>2005-04-18T20:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:59:29.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>all those in favour of abolishing the ManBan say aye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111382011303465657</id><published>2005-04-18T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:42:35.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>inbox</title><content type='html'>im changing sim cards to vodafone prepaid so instead of losing all those ammusing messages in my inbox (cos im lame and keep the ones i like for aggeeessss) im gonna immortalise them in my blog! (is that the right word? aargh who cares). some im keepin anon just incase they dont approve and others im just pressuming they dont mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t speak to her because I saw her through the glass at Slices and I thought it inappropriate to chase her. I look forward to seeing her again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA I'm DJ crafty wang….. WTF? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deano:&lt;/strong&gt; ah the beard might be making a comeback, I think leo would be disappointed. Shut up about klinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm I believe its time to start yelling. If that fails, use a cricket bat. Stupid burger clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahaha naked sms! Haha! Plus you’ve seen it all before so you know what I’m doin when I do…. THE CHICKEN DANCE! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maire:&lt;/strong&gt; its amazin how u cn speak rite 2 my heart, witout sayin a thng u cn lite up th dark, that smile on ur face lets me kno that u need me, theres a truth in ur eyes sayin u’l neva leave me, th touch of ur hand says u’l catch me weneva I fall, u say it best, when u say nothin at all! Happy valentines day my cuppy cake! Luv always, ur spunk bubble! Mwah! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alistair:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. Coz I am wasted now.. a litre of sherry.. so prob wont make it..repeat it needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark:&lt;/strong&gt; bad haley, not at the bar, bad haley, bad, talkin 2 american, yeha, bad haley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; ON SBS 10 – 10.50 SHOW CALLED SLUT – ORIGIN OF WORD/ITS MEANING/DIFF BTWEEN IT &amp;amp; WHORE! IN MY TV GUIDE THERS A PIC OF UR T-SHRT BUT BARBI IS A SLUT! IM TAPIN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol god thinks you’re hot… heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maire:&lt;/strong&gt; “as I'm walking in the meadow, the sun slowly begins to sink, I'm not alone but with my shadow, as I watch the sky turn pink” I love you and thank you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maire:&lt;/strong&gt; Mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah mwahmwahmwahmwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules:&lt;/strong&gt; I just figured out blue’s clues! Cos I’m really smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doug:&lt;/strong&gt; I suck the end really slow and watch the white begin to flow. I cant resist licking the rim b4 I thrust my tongue right in! Cadbury’s Cream Egg, how do you eat yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doogie:&lt;/strong&gt; I get an arm band for you! Yes? I rock Yay for drunksies :-) go team armband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got it! man ban does not apply to me for I am just a boy. Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[upon reading dougs ammendments]&lt;em&gt; yes I saw. Hmmm… therefore I declare myself a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Japanese woman! She has glasses now and looks very intelligent. So hot. I am very excited I thought she had gone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules:&lt;/strong&gt; So so hungry… oh no! my sandwich is inedibly cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules:&lt;/strong&gt; 20 minutes till the train comes *does the sad pants dance*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111382011303465657?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111382011303465657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111382011303465657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111382011303465657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111382011303465657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/inbox.html' title='inbox'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111365618268747931</id><published>2005-04-16T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:57:24.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>joosty!</title><content type='html'>somewhere in the world right now a friend of mine is travelling, seeing sights i may never see, smelling scents i may never smell, eating food i may never eat and screwing hot exotic chicks i may never screw (damn him). the lucky bastard's name is joosty, well as lucky as someone in the navy can be. i love getting messages and calls from him, these are the ones that i've kept in my phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t kill u… or could I?…….nope couldn’t do it. 23-Nov-2004 19:00:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im livin it up on a beach in india. Whith a nice drink and plenty of eye candy. Bet u wishin u were here. 21-Mar-2005 23.25.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe what u doin? I'm just lookin at somethin call a pyramid in egypt. 2-Apr-2005 21:12:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe whats doin? I'm in greece. 12-Apr-2005 00:36:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jealous.... so so very jealous! the last two messages i got to reply that i was sitting at my computer doing homework, thrilling eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get the best drunken calls and messages from this boy (the details of which i should probably keep private), i cannot wait for the end of the year when i'll get to see him and hear all his stories amongst the tumbleweed.... i didnt get to see him when he came back at the start of the year cos i was at the legacy camp that week, the ONE week of the year he was in the state.... this time i'll see him, i must, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thats right he said when he's back next he'll hunt me down and i told him i'd be hiding somewhere where there's alcohol ~thumbs up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then keep me posted joostybabe! &lt;em&gt;*whooossh tumbleweed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111345528123674224</id><published>2005-04-14T15:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:55:52.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzin it</title><content type='html'>i did a few quizzes that told be i was exotic dancer barbie, marilyn monroe and violet from the incredibles.. what a combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sick of looking at the pictures so i took em off but i'll leave you a link just incase you dont know where to find &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111345528123674224?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111344355330341605</id><published>2005-04-14T11:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:52:33.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>the lack of postage has been due to my cracking it with blogger after losing a long, brutally honest and surprisingly well written post last week. i was going to type it again another time but it just wasnt the same, i'll never be in the exact situation that made me write it again. so it is lost. lost like my intelligence. lost like my talent. lost like everything i cannot be certain i had before, because now there isn't a shred of evidence left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111344355330341605?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111344355330341605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111344355330341605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111344355330341605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111344355330341605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111293059099340337</id><published>2005-04-08T13:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:23:10.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>today i am happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;yay for happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111293059099340337?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111293059099340337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111293059099340337&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cooked pineapple tasted so good! it was perfect, the pineapple pieces were warm and juicy, not dry. the ham was kept delicious by the perfect amount of cheese. the base... oh that base... crisp yet thick, but not too thick. i didn't expect such fine pizza to come from Slices, well worth the over-priced $1.90 per slice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111292960870069161?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111292960870069161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111292960870069161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111292960870069161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111292960870069161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmm-pizza.html' title='mmm pizza'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111257136177005666</id><published>2005-04-04T09:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:36:01.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yay i got comments!</title><content type='html'>im doin just fine GOD, how you doin? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so in al's situation, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation with GOD, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admittedly if both parties involved are horny enough then conversation can be a replacement for foreplay, but if you guys think thats all it takes then you got another thing comin (except for you GOD, can there be a greater turn on than talking to GOD??). the previously posted quote, quoted from my mother i might add, is in reference to guys thinking that if they can have a decent conversation with a chick then it must be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to out the anonymous genious who figured out haleys clues (they are quite tricky) as.... JULIAN! yay jules is the latest contestant in the commenting game. im thinking of having some sort of prize for the best comment by the end of the month... my loyal readers deserve something for their efforts dont you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111257136177005666?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111257136177005666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111257136177005666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111257136177005666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111257136177005666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay-i-got-comments.html' title='yay i got comments!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111162794609216466</id><published>2005-03-24T12:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:32:26.093+11:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation is NOT foreplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111162794609216466?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111162794609216466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111162794609216466&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111162794609216466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111162794609216466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/conversation-is-not-foreplay.html' title='conversation is NOT foreplay'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111162791250307319</id><published>2005-03-24T12:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:31:52.503+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The ManBan begins</title><content type='html'>thats right folks, i'm on a ManBan. no boys for me til my birthday. they confuse me, i hurt them, life is way too complicated when guys want to be more than friends THEREFORE i MUST NOT start any relationships of the romantic vartiety until my birthday, 6th of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RULES are:&lt;br /&gt;        1. No relationships with boys&lt;br /&gt;        2. Picking up a guy is allowed, in ideal conditions i never see him again&lt;br /&gt;        3. Girls are of course excluded from the ManBan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this marks the beginning of something that should hopefully make life a lot less complicated and me less of a bitch (9 fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 2,483 hours, 35 minutes and 10 seconds to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111162791250307319?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111162791250307319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111162791250307319&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111162791250307319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111162791250307319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/manban-begins.html' title='The ManBan begins'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111156428100645388</id><published>2005-03-23T18:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:51:21.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatner for Pope 2.0!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quakeinfear.blogspot.com"&gt;It's time to cast your vote! If you have not done so yet click here, GOD wants you to vote so you better! It was William Shatner's birthday yesterday so say a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY with your all important vote. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quakeinfear.blogspot.com"&gt;dooooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!! &lt;strong&gt;VOTE! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOTE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOTE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quakeinfear.blogspot.com"&gt;that is all.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111156428100645388?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111156428100645388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111156428100645388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111156428100645388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111156428100645388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/shatner-for-pope-20.html' title='Shatner for Pope 2.0!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111044805677083459</id><published>2005-03-10T19:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:49:34.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog has lost its sumfin sumfin</title><content type='html'>i want my sumfin sumfin back. im not sure exactly what it is or what it looks like but if you find it could you please return it to me? ta muchly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111044805677083459?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111044805677083459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111044805677083459&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111044805677083459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111044805677083459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-blog-has-lost-its-sumfin-sumfin.html' title='this blog has lost its sumfin sumfin'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111044661067998753</id><published>2005-03-10T18:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:32:28.223+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm stupid tee hee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/peeg/"&gt;&lt;img title="Yeah, baby. Hot like wild lightning on a greased-up bar." alt="Yeah, baby. Hot like wild lightning on a greased-up bar." src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/images/peeg/b.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/peeg/"&gt;Which Peeg are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Brought to you by Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/dumb/"&gt;&lt;img title="Like, I'm so cool!" alt="Like, I'm so cool!" src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/images/dumb/f.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/dumb/"&gt;How Dumb Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;A Rum and Monkey stupidity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111044661067998753?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111044661067998753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111044661067998753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111044661067998753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111044661067998753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-stupid-tee-hee.html' title='i&apos;m stupid tee hee!!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-111043979616723503</id><published>2005-03-10T18:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:29:56.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-111043979616723503?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/111043979616723503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=111043979616723503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111043979616723503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/111043979616723503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110793013392451196</id><published>2005-03-08T12:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T12:35:42.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>diary excerpt #1406</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 7th February 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm here I am, kickin back in bed with Oasis playin and blank (or not so blank anymore) pages to write on. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, I have had much to think about. However, as always, my thinking creates more questions, rarely answers. I suppose this is why I’m majoring in philosophy… I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really write about what I have been thinking about, maybe it’s only then I’ll come to any conclusions… maybe not. Oh well, it’s worth a try, I really jst need to vent. So here’s my thoughts on my current state of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMELESSNESS&lt;/strong&gt; – being between houses is hard, it’s not like I’m actually homeless, I’ll always have somewhere to go, and wherever Mum  is is home. I think I’m more mentally homeless than physically, or somethin like that. It’s as if I don’t have anywhere to just BE. Or at least be me. This is sending me absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure exactly what defines a home. I think it’s like a jigsaw puzzle, if all the pieces aren’t together then it’s not complete. At the moment it’s the house that’s missing, that’s a fairly major piece of the puzzle I spose. I have all the other pieces but they’re scattered and can’t be put together til I find the missing piece. Other times you can have the house and the people living in it but you’ve already started clearing out the contents so it’s not home anymor. Or it can be like when Brad and Shelli had left, I had the house and my belongings in it but without the housemates it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes sense as a physical definiton of what makes a home; things like house, contents and the people who live their lives amongst it. but there’s something more than that, it can leave before the other pieces do. The feeling you have that you are in a home and are a part of it, it’s a part of you. You can be yourself, uncensored (at least mostly) and when you’re there you leave your social masks at the door with your shoes (metaphorically speaking, I’m not actually a shoes off at the door kind of gal unless they’re really dirty, not that there’s anything wrong with leaving shoes at the door, it’s an individual household choice, ah screw it you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the plot, if I can find the one I lost ages ago… ah bugger, I totally ruined the flow. Now where was I… ah yes the special kind of non-physical something that makes a home. The physical aspects in the jigsaw puzzle are quite variable too, as long as you have that special feeling and the other pieces fit, you have a home. Not having that feeling as I walk through the door of anywhere is really getting to me. I have to carry everything with me wherever I go, not just bags and shit, but emotions, social masks, dates, times and numbers, things you can usually let rest at the end of the day. It’s like my mind is working overtime and hasn’t had a break for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to debrief. I need to vent. That’s why I’m here writing away. It’s not so bad now really, now I’m back at Mum’s for a few days. I’ve been able to switch my brain off a bit more and not worry where I’ll sleep one night to the next. It’s a strange kind of home here though, it’s Mum’s presence that makes it home but the house itself isn’t so much. Mum moved here just before I left for uni a year ago so I havent really lived here myself. It’s still as home as I can get for now so it’s good to be here, if only for a brief time while I put on hold the crazy life that’s whizzing by in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILLNESS&lt;/strong&gt; – Yup, I’m sick and it sucks. I hate being sick when there’s so much going on right now, so much I should be in Melbourne for. It’s just a cold but it’s still a cold, enough to frustrate the shit outta me. I got it from this guy I had to kiss at rehearsals for the play I’m in, he came down with it the day after we rehearsed those scenes and it hit me Saturday night on the train home. Good timing really, I’d hate to be this sick while I’m sleeping on couches at friends’ places. It makes sense that I’d get the cold, I was due for being sick being as physically and mentally exhausted I was/still am. It’s Monday today and I’m aiming to be fit and healthy by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISTURBANCE&lt;/strong&gt; – I don’t know if that’s the right word for it but I'm pretty disturbed at the moment… it probably doesn’t help that my character in Screaming (moat festival play) is brutally stabbed by a killer in a scream mask while Frodo dresses in drag while lip syncing Erma Franklin’s ersion of “Piece of my Heart”. It is a really disturbing scene, and is going to be so much fun! It’s my first death scene on stage so I'm very excited. I had a really… well… disturbing dream that night and it’s no wonder. My imagination has perhaps been a little too active lately, but ive managed to keep most of my crazy dreams and touch of paranoia at bay, sleep has helped control them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt; – Besides all the stressful stuff that’s goin on at the moment I'm really happy. In the last month I have met some of the most incredible people I am ever likely to meet and I’ve got back in touch with some of my favourite all time friends. I’ve heard great music, drunk great beer, seen amazing sights and found kindness in strangers, proving not all the world is that big and bad. Doors are opening, or maybe someone just turned on the lights, cos all of a sudden I have so many options. I have no idea what this year will bring and that excites me. I used to be scared of change, I probably will be again, but for now I welcome it. Things are changing day to day and to that I say: WACKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[insert “secret” legacy handshake here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll finish off with a coupla thing I’ve heard and read lately. The first is a theological suggestion I enjoyed thinking about; that God is the conductor of an improvised performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[insert space for you to think about that here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second I read in an article, it’s a quote from a songwriter or someone: “Everyone can do something better than I can”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[and here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this last little tidbit quite comforting, it’s so true for everyone and it kind of brings us all to the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for me, I’m off to save the universe from evil turquoise prawns and flying Nicky Webster monkeys… or maybe I’ll just sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110793013392451196?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110972916782337591</id><published>2005-03-02T12:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:06:07.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep is nice just like ice or the ice block trays we bought we can play noughts and crosses now</title><content type='html'>so tired need sleep brain wont function aaargh tired too much rehearsals exhausted 5 til midnight everynight this week its killing me well i do die but i am also dying from sleep deprivation not just being brutally stabbed stab stab die death i can hear it it says hello so tired need more brain power than i have cant hold head up much longer lines too long at bookshop but need books got books like books good books but cant read books cos brains too fucked too expensive stupid books make me spend money i dont got need sleep need to pay general service fee fuck haven't dont it yet is my cheque cleared from legacy cant remember hope so must pay fees need statement of enrollment fuck where is it i dont know where it is just like DMB C125 but i know where it is now i had class there indo indonesian indonesia 200 rupiah in my pocket fell out in the hall nearly lost but not lost not yet hope it doesnt get lost i like it and when i go to indonesia some day it might be that 200 rupiah that saves me doubt it its not much but still its shiney and new and its just like a new bike but i dont have a new bike i dont have any bike at all i just have feet feet are good i like my feet they're the only part of me thats average size eveyone says im tiny im not tiny just smaller than some and dhruv says my tummy is squishy so im not too tiny then am i cos im squishy squishy squishy but only when im sitting down cos tim and doug dont think im squishy but i was standing up then and i dont get to wear a scream mask i wish i got to weatr a scream mask but at least i get to scream a lot i like screaming now its fun its loud and im not but my scream is and i dont have class for 2 hours which isnt too bad cos i've already had 2 hours of nothing but i saw rebecca and ashley that was fun rebecca and capulet montague capulet they saw my jumper and it was me and i need a new brain i think this one broke can you fix it for me i hope so cos everytime i try to think of a way to fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix fix it it just makes me use it more and get more broken i hope it works again soon i have homework now not much homework but some i have to read an indonesian article about jamie cullum that is good cos i like jamie cullum and i like music and i like indonesian and i like to skip and frodo looks pretty in that dress and the eatery dont sell hippie drinks what country are you from thats what she asked me what country are you from need sleep australia here thats where and she was silly but not in a bad way but not in a good way either and naomi is a medium who killed her boyfriend but i dont know why yet i havent finished the book but i want to finish the book but now i dont have time time is good to have but i dont know where to get it from 7:00am alarm goes off get out of bed hit snooze button back to bed 7:09am get out of bed snooze button back to bed 7:18am out of bed snooze button 7:27am snooze button 7:36 snooze button 7:45 fuck gotta get up turn alarm off go back to bed drift off and hear ben cough really gotta get up so do and feel tired very tired look like shit doesnt matter gotta go so i do and i go to uni on the bus bus bus bus beep beep hoddle street is a bitch clifton hill nice like clifton hill lots of buses and trains and trams and i wish i had a car so that i always knew where my melways was where is my melways its so hard to lose but i lost it anyway need sleep cant use brain need sleep will sleep in lecture cant sleep in lecture its the first one but how do i stay awake i dont know then straight from lecture to rehearsals then dont leave til midnight midnight is late and get home later and tomorrow dont have lecture til 4pm that means i dont have to get up early i like that i can sleep sleep sleep sleep want sleep need sleep seriously not ten no not ten dont like tv much it isnt as fun anymore just want to sleep thats all sleeping is fun would like to do it soon very soon hope so but cant have to stay awake for another 12 hours too long too long too long oihgweh84hgh0393rhy8f'gty034gfti8ht8hjouisdh &lt;em&gt;*head crashes down to the keyboard much to public embarrassment*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110972916782337591?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110972988838720119</id><published>2005-03-02T12:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:18:08.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>news just in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Marine stationed in Afghanistan recently received a "Dear John" letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Ricky, I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice since you've been gone, and it's not fair to either of us. I'm sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to you. Love, Becky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins etc. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope .... along with this note: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DearBecky, I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who you are. Please takeyour picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me. Take Care, Ricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110972988838720119?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110972988838720119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110972988838720119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110972988838720119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110972988838720119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/03/news-just-in.html' title='news just in'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110922820733757849</id><published>2005-02-24T17:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:59:57.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you asked for it, you got it!</title><content type='html'>an extremely quick post in between looking up timetables (train and uni). really gotta get out of here and get the next bus..... had rehearsals this arvo so yes i got to die again.... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now living in my new house in richmond.... it is so splendiferous there, everything is so damn close! there were quite a few major hiccups uponb moving in, such as there not even being a gas meter (i know, its ridiculous!!) but i will try not to dwell cos otherwise i will bore the crap out of you.... ooops looks like i already have.... pew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho i must go so i can get home and back in time for bar night, woopee! [insert sarcasm here]&lt;br /&gt;nah should be good, hopefully see a few people i havent seen since last year which shall be great, its just the whole eagle bar at o-week thing that im kinda put off by... oh well, if it sucks i'll go home early. prolly have to anyway to catch the last train.... hmmmm just excuse me while i ask the universe this one little question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK IS PUBLIC TRANSPORT NOT 24 HOURS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh-hem sorry bout that, had to relieve my build up of tension....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness this is a boring post. a plee to my readers: would you mind leaving some awesome comments for me so that there is at least something interesting to read here? it would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i get to see sarah my psychopathic pal on sunday!! YAY!! that makes me rather hippahypolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im leaving this time, i really have to get my arse into gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do arses have gears?? if so, where are they and how do i change them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110922820733757849?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110922820733757849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110922820733757849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110922820733757849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110922820733757849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-asked-for-it-you-got-it.html' title='you asked for it, you got it!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110861162357607543</id><published>2005-02-17T13:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T15:18:34.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wacko!</title><content type='html'>oh my bloody goodness i really am slack. i keep checking my blog and just hoping it magically updates itself. it hasnt happened so far so i suppose i should really write a post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it! my brand spankin new post that will be very exciting cos of all the exciting stuff that's happened since the last one.... i hope *gulp* well heaps of exciting stuff most CERTAINLY has happened... its just a matter of rememberin it all and writing it down in a way that doesnt sound boring.... hmmmmm here i go! a post so exciting you will dislocate your jaw as it drops to the ground!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eh-hem* hello and welcome to another exciting installment of haleys life: in text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope that sounds shite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap its not evening... 3rd times the charm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings friends, foes and fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nup its just not doin it for me.... i think i should just launch straight in, screw the formalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... here we are again, me typing away, you sittin there hunched at a computer desk straining your eyes to read my worthless words on your shiney screen (please forgive me, i couldn't think of a better adjective). the last time i wrote feels like a lifetime ago. since then much has changed. i went to the camp for legacy and had the greatest time, it went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFF &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut up about klinger&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; he's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goose&lt;/span&gt;. he put em in that way, they were supposed to go THAT way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wacko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's a nice name, gonna have a good wank tonight! touchings bad, &lt;em&gt;mustn't touch&lt;/em&gt;. i love my pussy, &lt;strong&gt;i love my pussy&lt;/strong&gt;. she doesnt have any clothes on! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAAAAA?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eh-hem* sorry bout that, had to get it out of my system.... at least momentarily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, camp was great, met some of the greatest people in the world, and heard the funniest things come outta their mouths. i then left camp and was a homeless bum for a while... for a long while in fact cos i just signed the lease today to a place i'm moving into on the weekend. ive still had fun over the last month tho, despite my state of homelessness. i mean, not being able to sleep in my own bed was a bitch, and so was trying not to outstay my welcome anywhere, but i had fun when i got to go out and catch up with the legacy people and irene and mark and the like... oh and i even got to witness a polystyrene fight between andrew and ben! good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i've just got to figure out how to get my stuff from A to B (A being storage king and B being my new house in richmond) and i'll be ready to start thinkin about uni.... haha something i really havent thought twice bout til now and probably wont all year... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the st kilda festival on sunday which was great, got to see xavier rudd and the cat empire play while at the beach slightly tipsy from my beer and antibiotic cocktail (kids, dont try this at home). even though i was sick and slightly disappointed about things with a certain someone not workin out i still had an great time! good effort methinks. greenie and lucie got us lost in the streets of elwood but i still had a good d+m with angi pangi and seein greenie wearin lucie's headband was priceless, especially seein his ronald macdonald red afro is comin OFF for shave for a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to die tomorrow which should be fun, my minute-and-a-half death scene in Screaming! for the moat festival is insane, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i shall go now, there is food somewhere around here with my name on it.... there has to be or my stomach will tear itself from my body and start its own war against hunger, by stealing guns from the army and holding up a nice restaurant, or at least a subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn all! il love ya and leave ya and hopefully be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS happy valentines day maire doll! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS i like traffic lights but only when they're green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS hands up everyone who thinks linda should get a job sound testing; "two....." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS bohab plays at the croydon festival this sunday (i hope i can make it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPS come and see me get murdered in march!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPPS this is our last goodbye, i hate to see the love between us die but its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPPPS just kidding! i'll quote arnie instead of jeff buckley, i'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110861162357607543?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110861162357607543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110861162357607543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110861162357607543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110861162357607543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/02/wacko.html' title='wacko!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110492594326735756</id><published>2005-01-05T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T03:13:53.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-= I LOVE DODO'S THEY ARE MY FRIENDS!!! ^_^  =-</title><content type='html'>well well well. i think you deserve an update... or something that resembles an update but is really a pathetic excuse for the task seein i'll be disappearin from the blogging world for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow i am moving house! well, actually im moving a house (my part anyway) into a storage shed and for 2 weeks or more i shall be HOMELESS!! lol. not actually homeless, il be workin at a camp for 2 weeks starting this saturday and after that il probably go home to my ma's til i make the move into whatever house i move into up here... looked at a place in carlton today but it was dodgy... bugger. but thats okay, theres plenty more places to see, just not so much time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now its pack and clean and disconnect everything and all that crap and get the hell outta here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the camp will be good, at least i know the 500 big ones at the end will be good ~thumbs up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is goin on? hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well new years was awesome, at least what i remember of it lol. nah, i remember most.... i think..... i was very very drunk, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a note to al, mark and angus: we have to get this rocky horror thing happenin!! il go nuts if alistair doesnt get educated soon lol =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is so rambly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently found god, you can find him too at &lt;a href="http://quakeinfear.blogspot.com"&gt;quakeinfear.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, or click on the link that's somewhere in my sidebar :P god is quite an interesting character.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found some quite interesting blogs lately, i'll add em to my links eventually.... you will also notice how blog-nerdy i have become with all those accessories... i know, im ashamed. but at the same time they're fun and they allow more imput from you, the reader, so get contributing! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this moving shit has really screwed up my brain... i feel like all that's there is mush.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body's fucking up on me too, got this pain that goes from my hip through my leg and accumulates in my ankle that is really REALLY pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the camp is a working camp but it'll be good to get away from everything... well not everything, there will of course be certain places i would like to be and certain people i would like to be with but il hold on for 2 weeks, for my sanity's sake... or is that insanity's sake? hmmm dont have the brain power to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to go and finish packing and then clean the bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will write in my diary while im away (at least i will try) and maybe if you're lucky i will post some entries at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'd like to say a word to the people who may (or may not) read my blog over the coming weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alistair (melbourne): hey there i will see you and at least talk to you soon enough but just know that i had a ball on new years, gettin drunk with you is ALWAYS a good thing ;) and i STILL cant wait to see the look on your face when you watch rocky horror.... hey! maybe lach should come too: identical freaked out faces!! OMG! lol. mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angus: happy new year!! hope your new years party was terrifically spectacular! we'll have to all go out and get drunk again sometime soon.... oooh and get this, al has never heard of kath and kim!!! pfft. scotch boys.... see you saturday anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie: hey my kermit sis in law!! enjoy the rest of the hols darlin and i shall see you when i am back in town :P oh and tell your beautiful sister that i love her and miss her and cant wait to see her again! lol xoxo have a good one sis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate: hello beautiful! have an awesome awesome holiday in albury and dont do anything you dont want to do, just do your own thing and have a blast! oh and good luck for when you start work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew: good luck with everything of the ;) ;) nudge nudge variety lol and i hope you dont get home (or got home?) to find that ben has sub-divided your room and the only space you have left is 1 square metre in which to squeeze your computer and yourself... if this does/did happen i recommend going to bens computer and deleting all the tv series' that he has there: ya gotta hit him where it hurts :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, if you just read this by any chance, please dont hurt me, remember i have hot friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex: do you realise that all my people seem to know all your people?? its kinda freaking me out lol just found out tonight that my ex's latest interest is one of your friends, this is the same ex that once upon a time went out with your girlfriend.... what the hell is going on?? lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al (sale): thanks for steering me towards some top blog accessories :P have fun back in sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110492594326735756?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110492594326735756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110492594326735756&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110492594326735756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110492594326735756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-dodos-they-are-my-friends.html' title='-= I LOVE DODO&apos;S THEY ARE MY FRIENDS!!! ^_^  =-'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110455170874560679</id><published>2005-01-01T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:55:08.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy International Hangover Day Everybody!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*stumbles away from computer and collapses onto nice soft bed......*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110455170874560679?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110455170874560679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110455170874560679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110455170874560679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110455170874560679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-international-hangover-day.html' title='Happy International Hangover Day Everybody!!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110441551377931819</id><published>2004-12-31T01:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:05:13.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>random excerpt</title><content type='html'>h a l e s : fucking fuckity fuck! i spilled my orange juice : http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;and why does everyone wanna fuck me all of a sudden????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110441551377931819?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110441551377931819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110441551377931819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110441551377931819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110441551377931819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-excerpt.html' title='random excerpt'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110437621369082074</id><published>2004-12-30T13:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:19:49.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>behold! a new religion is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;New Religion Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'New Age Text'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;From the most spiffy regions of the spiritual plane, I have channeled the disembodied spirit of Shakespeare, bringing to you the wisdom and otter of the lost city of Maffra. To usher in the New Age of friendly scumbags who want all your lollipops you must heed my words and jump up and down boldly. The time is soon when the space golf buggies of our galactic cousins will return and our collective sadisticness will reach critical mass. The highest frequencies of the universe will spiral through the nose hair chakras of the worthy, and our 3rd unattractive scar shall be opened. But first we must look deep inside and accept our inner gaffa tape. We must feel the inner gaffa tape, become the inner gaffa tape, sniff it as though it was a wooden spoon. We must accept our karmic past, and, as our yogi master, Sharon, always says 'The true form of a walnut is actually a slippery screw driver , but enlightenment is like a droopy wah-wah pedal on the wind'. For there is no right or wrong, no spice or anti-spice, only one great and omnipresent rocking chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;New Religion Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Old Testament'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The world had become exceedingly groovy, so God wanted to kill every living thing. He told the only righteous man, Freddo Frog, to build an ark out of pieces of eight, and collect two of every living thing that tickled upon the earth. God made it rain for 40 days and nights. Then Freddo Frog threw a caterpillar off the ark, hoping it would find dry land. Sure enough, the caterpillar returned with a tamagotchi, proving dry land was near. The land dried up and God, feeling bad about what he had done, placed a yo-yo in the sky as a promise to never do it again. Then there was Joseph. His dad gave him a "nude bra" of many sandpaper sheets, making Joseph's brothers funky with envy. So they sold him to Pharaoh. Pharaoh had a dream that 7 splendiferous babel fish ate 7 other fat babel fish, and Joseph said it meant that Pharaoh's kingdom would be loud like a splendiferous babel fish. Then there was Moses in the land of Hell. The Pharaoh of Hell held Moses' people captive So God sent a plague of smelly green bags and then a plague of grass skirts. But that didn't work, so God killed Pharaoh's child, and Moses and his people escaped. They were then given the 10 commandments from a burning cheese factory such as: Thou shalt not eat oysters, and Don't smile near Hanson CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you too can create your own religion if you click riiiiiight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cryptoclast.org/Opinion/religion/create/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is meant to be a joke, if you are offended by what you have just read, please do not click riiiiiight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cryptoclast.org/Opinion/religion/create/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110437621369082074?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110437621369082074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110437621369082074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110437621369082074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110437621369082074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/behold-new-religion-is-born.html' title='behold! a new religion is born'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110433846654090887</id><published>2004-12-30T02:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T03:41:06.540+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a cacophany of words, 50% insane, 50% tsunami but 100% heartfelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;okay so here i am. it's 2 in the morning and i can't sleep even though i neeeeeeeeeeed sleep but i have so much going on in my head... i was going to write in my diary but i thought screw that i'm going to write something that everyone can read... well, not that anyone reads it anyway but thats a-ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;aaargh! im rambling! i cannot help but ramble! i want to write about the recent tsunami tragedy but i dont know if my brains up to it. i'll try later in this post. oh well this will just have to be a rambly post for now cos i don't feel like i have any useful words to use... but i'll try. just for you. just cos whoever is reading this is reading this and thats just grand. =) &lt;-see it makes me happy when you read my crappy crappy writing that will slowly rot away your braincells and make you far less intelligent than you previously were and one day im going to have to pay for a lot of psychiatric bills, especially for those cows in briag. poor poor cows that need psychiatric help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that reminds me of sarah cos i was tightrope walking with her and milly down the road when we came across the cows. sarah is wonderful, i miss her greatly. i haven't seen her much this year =( but i will put some sarah things from my legendary notebooks on my blog, yay! and i shall put them riiiiiiiight here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Biology is truly much more fascinating than what I had first expected! So many brilliant things! I know now why you shiver when you have an extremely high temperature! It is truly brilliant. Oh no! I really sound like a square now don’t I? I’m not really. I much prefer to think of myself as kind of oblongish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sarah: Then the rabbit jumped over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;haley: And the dish ran away with the cumquat.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: And poor miss spoon is feeling rather jealous but I don’t care, I never liked her anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haley: I never liked her either! She used to flick around various varieties of voulevants and annoyed the zebras! She was a bully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you’re not careful a lion might jump out of the pansy bush and gobble you all up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i would really fancy some custard right now. but i shall move on. i cried a lot tonight, i cried while i was watching the news. this tsunami is really getting to me. i hope it makes people think about the state of the world and whats really important in life and maybe some priorities will get straightened out with an iron. what's happening at the moment is terrible. it's disasterous. it's... well, i'm sure you know exactly how bad it is, worse than words can appropriately explain. the loss and devastation is horrendous. so many lives lost. bodies are lying on streets and filling the air with their demise. out at sea are even more bodies. more than bodies: lives. lives lost and lives shattered as their families search for them, wishing with every fibre of their being to find their loved ones lying in a hospital bed with a touch of amnesia. and it will only get worse as disease spreads. agony. frustration. despair. i am devastated. i don't know anyone personally involved but my heart has been broken just the same. this occurance could not be helped. it was a natural disaster. what annoys me most are disasters that are not natural. i don't understand the desire for war. wars are easily started but if the soldiers on one side went to the houses of the other side's soldiers for dinner and met the people they wanted to kill, met their families, met their lives, i'm sure they would no longer want to kill them. sure, the victims of war are not picked for a personal reason, but could a soldier then approach his/her victims mother and say "we killed your son/daughter for the sake of a flag, don't take it personally." and the whole us versus them mentality, just sides not faces, its like a sport but without the joy and a lot less focus on the individual. us v. them will only ever create more barriers, more categories, more stereoypes, more discrimination and less awareness that we're all the same, we're all just people. countless lives are lost for no real reason. it is far more difficult to justify taking another's life than governments seem to think. mother nature should be the only force to determine a person's expiration date. unfortunately this is not so simple. i still hold hope that the recent tsunami disaster will make at least a few more people realise that there is more than enough death and destruction in nature, we don't need to make our own. my heart goes out to all of the people out there searching for their loved ones, i long to be there helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110433846654090887?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110433247923007122</id><published>2004-12-29T23:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:02:18.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAIRVOYANTS MEETING CANCELLED DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110433247923007122?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110433247923007122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110433247923007122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;“the wah-wah pedal of your mind rides the mystery ship of the Acid-Billy Gonk Gurus through the black curtains of cabaret psycedelica where rainbows of colour and sound shoot glittering paisley waterfalls of ribboned Bop-Cat-Bop to float on incense scented breezes in Thai-Dyed skies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; - Tonk Echobunny ’82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110433242149101357?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110433242149101357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110433242149101357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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piece, just to liven things up a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The knife rested against my wrist. Smooth, sharp silver against soft pale skin. I imagined rich red rivers of blood trickling down my arm, forming warm scarlet pools on the cold kitchen floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I looked in the mirror the same disappointed eyes met mine. I had grown to hate myself. I didn’t hate my appearance or any of the normal thirteen-year-old things to hate. I just hated me. I hated the way I felt sorry for myself. I hated the way I wanted others to feel sorry for me. I hated just about every aspect of my personality. I was gullible. I was selfish. I was weak. I thought a knife would prove my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lightly pressed down on the knife to see how far I could go without cutting. I knew if I dragged the knife it would slash through my skin. I experimented with the shining blade, tracing my veins with its tip. I knew which direction to cut and slowly, carefully, applied just enough pressure to leave a scratch. I wondered how much pressure it would take to draw blood. I didn’t know what it would be like to to slit my wrists. I didn’t know how much it would hurt, how easy it would be to cut or what it would be like to feel metal scrape against bone. I didn’t know what it would feel like and I wanted to find out. I wanted to experience pain. Enough pain to punish myself for my hateful mind. I wanted to watch the blood escape from my body, releasing the tension building up inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with a lot of pressure to succeed. I got high marks at school and was expected to keep getting high marks. I wasn’t supposed to worry about tests, apparently everyone concluded that I’d get good results anyway. I appreciated the marks I received but an ‘A’ average meant maintaining a high standard. If I got a ‘B’ people would ask “What went wrong?”. Although the pressure placed on me was well intentioned, it was still pressure. I found that the ‘me’ people saw was the ‘me’ they expected. Everyday felt like an act. I wanted people to realise that I wasn’t perfect on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my body the blood moved swiftly, eager for its escape. My sweaty palms gripped the handle of the knife in preparation. I prepared to release the liquid tension from inside my body. I prepared to show everyone I wasn’t perfect. I prepared to give myself the punishment I deserved. I prepared to prove to myself that I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife fell to the floor. I glared at my raw wrist. I was gutless. I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry as I stared at the knife lying carelessly on the floor. I was angry at how spineless I could be. As I looked at my scratched wrist I found a moment of clarity. If I really was spineless there would be blood on that blade. If I really was selfish I would have gone through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been easy to give in to what I thought would solve all my problems. My only real problems were confusion and doubt. I don’t think I ever really wanted to kill myself, I just wanted to know if I could. I wanted to prove a point to the world I thought was aganst me, until I discovered I didn’t have a point to prove. I began to realise how lucky I was to have people believe in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the knife with the sharp silver blade slices through vegetables just as it sliced through my doubts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110423788622695241?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110423788622695241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110423788622695241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110423788622695241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110423788622695241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-time-its-personal.html' title='this time its personal'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110424196313176450</id><published>2004-12-28T22:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:52:43.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>copY tHe BeLoW aNd ThEn tRy TyPiNg uR NaMe WiTh OnLy    uSiNg uR...&lt;br /&gt;    FiNgEr: haley&lt;br /&gt;   cHiN:  hakleyt&lt;br /&gt;   OnE FiNgEr (EyEs cLoSeD): hakwt&lt;br /&gt;    cHeEk: gvtba,kl4y&lt;br /&gt;    eLbOw: hyaqloe3y6&lt;br /&gt;    LiPs: halkey&lt;br /&gt;    PaLm:  haloey&lt;br /&gt;   BaCk oF HaNd:  halet&lt;br /&gt;   nOsE: haley&lt;br /&gt;    ToEs: haley&lt;br /&gt;i think im right toe-ed as well as right handed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110424196313176450?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110424196313176450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110424196313176450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110424196313176450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110424196313176450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/copy-below-and-then-try-typing-ur-name.html' title=''/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110424407575210175</id><published>2004-12-28T21:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T01:48:54.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'>thats me! and iv gone quiz crazy.... oh dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="dumbass" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036292365_eardumbass.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What swear word are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You are a French Guard! You love nothing better than to torment the silly English Knnnniggits...even if your insults don't make much sense--You tiny brained wiper of other people's bottoms!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/montypythonrules/1041707419_ench-guard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/montypythonrules/quizzes/Which%20Monty%20Python%20&amp;%20the%20Holy%20Grail%20Character%20are%20you%20REALLY?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which Monty Python &amp;amp; the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gella/quizzes/Your%20World%20(Part%20Three):%20How%20do%20you%20see%20your%20world%20[girls]/"&gt;&lt;img alt="open" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gella/1101184370_open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gella/quizzes/Your%20World%20(Part%20Two):%20Your%20social%20world%20[girls]/"&gt;&lt;img alt="group" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gella/1101184429_group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gella/quizzes/Your%20World%20(Part%20One):%20What%20is%20your%20world%20made%20of?"&gt;&lt;img alt="grass" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gella/1101180576_grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your World (Part One): What is your world made of? [girls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="lip kiss" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278858_ctionlips2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple but&lt;br /&gt;quite daring. you move for the kill confidently&lt;br /&gt;knowing the other person wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Earth" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075174968_izzesEarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysterious&lt;br /&gt;and loving. You are very wise. Your wise as in&lt;br /&gt;you know things others do not, you can see past&lt;br /&gt;stereotypes and see the real people behind&lt;br /&gt;their facades, and people will often come to&lt;br /&gt;you for help and advice. Quite solitary and&lt;br /&gt;somewhat shy around people because you prefer&lt;br /&gt;animals and plants, animals aren't afraid to&lt;br /&gt;show themselves or what they are feeling and&lt;br /&gt;plants are fun to nurture. You are very strong&lt;br /&gt;in your silence if you set your mind on&lt;br /&gt;something you will often times pursue it to the&lt;br /&gt;end. Sometimes you just want to get away, so&lt;br /&gt;you seek refuge in the forest where you can&lt;br /&gt;have time to think and try to sort out your&lt;br /&gt;emotions. The sound of the wind usually calms&lt;br /&gt;you, especially moving through the trees. Life&lt;br /&gt;to you is something precious and should not be&lt;br /&gt;taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110424407575210175?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110424407575210175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110424407575210175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110424407575210175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110424407575210175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/thats-me-and-iv-gone-quiz-crazy-oh.html' title='thats me! and iv gone quiz crazy.... oh dear'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110377274853263597</id><published>2004-12-23T13:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:32:28.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>peripheral visions</title><content type='html'>peripheral vision is a wonderful thing. i love the way you can see something out of the corner of your eye but when you look it disappears, or at least changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example 1: about a month ago i was on the morning bus to melbourne staring out the window at the trees and cows in the paddocks. i was in a particularly ecstatic mood this day, feelin good about everything, and all i could see out the corners of my eyes were rainbows. no joke. there were rainbows everywhere but when i looked they went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example 2: (this just happened a few minutes ago and inspired this post) i'm sittin at a computer at the library and all of a sudden i see a line of people silently dancing to hava nagila in the distance. i look and it's actually just a line of people walking down the stairs with no expression of enthusiasm at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example 3: (this example is slightly different) a couple of weeks ago i was on the bus from melbourne, heading past toongabbie and cowwarr and all them places like in example 1, and i was in... well... perhaps a particularly philosophical mood. i was staring out the window (the scenery outside the window is much more appealing than staring at bus seats), listening to across the universe on the marking time soundtrack, and upon hearing the word universe a reaction was sparked in my mind where i suddenly became aware of everything. for a second i became extra-aware of my senses: every note in the song was more pronounced; the glare of the sun was warm on my skin but not blinding, i could still see beyond it into the sky and i could see the trees and cows and ditches in so much detail. i felt very aware of the rest of the universe, the physical universe, it felt complete in itself but there was still something more. even though i was seeing the physical universe i also felt like i was seeing the spiritual universe as well. oh, i digress, i am supposed to be talking about peripheral vision. well, i felt like everything i saw, heard, felt etc. was not focussed, therefore it felt the way peripheral vision feels. as soon as i realised this i gained focus again, i was back to bein haley sittin on a bus lookin at cows and i lost this moment's awareness. i think my state of feeling so very very aware of everything, not one thing in particular, was because for a second i wasn't thinking of one thing, seeing one thing, hearing one thing, smelling one thing, tasting one thing or feeing one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so your probably reading this going what a wacko but i tried to tell it like it was to make my point, even though words can never describe an exact feeling. my point being that peripheral vision is an amazing thing, it lets us see what can't be ordinarily seen. it has no focus, therefore it has no limits. you can see rainbows, organised dance, or simply everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to point out that you can explain my experience in example 3 any way you like, even if you dismiss it as a load of crap. i am not christian. in fact, i do not believe in organised religion at all. my beliefs are not set in concrete but i am a type of dualist and i interpret example 3 in accordance with this belief. i like to keep an open mind and i hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of this story is to keep an open mind, open heart and open eyes cos you might just catch a glimpse of people dancing to hava nagila too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) love yas all, ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110377274853263597?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110377274853263597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110377274853263597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110377274853263597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110377274853263597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/peripheral-visions.html' title='peripheral visions'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110377623427528441</id><published>2004-12-23T13:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:31:28.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>more quiz stuff PS: COMMENT ON MY LAST POST OR I'LL... OR I'LL... OR I'LL DO SOMETHING REALLY NASTY! ...just tellin it like it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pie/keylime.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;find your inner PIE @ stvlive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mmmm lime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmmm pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/results/58.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;mmmm... sushi??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but i don't even like sushi! i don't think...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/results/lemonheads.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;is tellin it like it is really a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110377623427528441?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110377623427528441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110377623427528441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110377623427528441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110377623427528441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-quiz-stuff-ps-comment-on-my-last.html' title='more quiz stuff PS: COMMENT ON MY LAST POST OR I&apos;LL... OR I&apos;LL... OR I&apos;LL DO SOMETHING REALLY NASTY! ...just tellin it like it is'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110352712925440506</id><published>2004-12-20T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:18:49.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a fun game for you to play PLUS you'll receive my gratitude absolutely free!!</title><content type='html'>i have a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;out of the numbers &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; which do you think is most like me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd love answers from anyone and everyone, whether i know you or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment away people ~cracks whip~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110352712925440506?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110352712925440506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110352712925440506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110352712925440506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110352712925440506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/12/fun-game-for-you-to-play-plus-youll.html' title='a fun game for you to play PLUS you&apos;ll receive my gratitude absolutely free!!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110326521654690839</id><published>2004-12-17T17:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:37:59.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3 thumbs up!!</title><content type='html'>did you know that only 18% of what we say to other people is remembered?? how disappointing... we might say some really great things in our lifetime but not even a fifth of it will stick in anyone's brain. well at least i know one of my screen names on msn made an impact, i think you've made it as an inventor of screen names when someone steals it and annie just stole my "heart closed until further notice" one ~3 thumbs up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some drawing today with my cousins girl sophie and i was holding her baby sister and the coolest thing happened: she held a pencil and started lightly scribbling on the paper! kids her age generally cant do that so i think little tahlia is gonna be an artist! this relates to a quote i heard last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once you grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Pablo Picasso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so true, picasso. so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110326521654690839?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110326521654690839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110326521654690839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110326521654690839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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checkin out a real estate website and all the places in fitzroy are so damn expensive ~grrr~ but thats ok cos im just takin it as it comes... tho i do have to be out by the 13th of jan so all my time at the mo is spent browsing through rental lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i had the greatest weekend in the history of great weekends last weekend, it was perfect. well, except for the sunburn but hey, im not complainin! i only got sunburn cos the shitty rainy day it was supposed to be turned into a glorious sunny day that melted my mr whippy ice cream in seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats enough for the minute but il most likely be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110317717408773729?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110264903397105698</id><published>2004-12-10T14:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:59:21.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the technophobe gets more nerdy/the feather song</title><content type='html'>oooh i am a nerd! i just put a hit counter thingy on this page so that i can see how very few people visit it... its all alex's fault i got more nerdy!! at least his counter has more use seein its up to 814... oh well il be happy to get 20 hits by the end of the year! oh and this is the warning it came with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Note: If you alter the code above your account will be disabled or we may show ads on your site or a big image that tells everyone you have stolen this counter or we will call you names and take away your birthday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here i am again at the computer at the library... i just got my results for uni ~thumbs up~ and im trying to find the right timetable for a bus to a day on the green tomorrow... hmmmmmm more tricky than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is so very boring, i feel sorry for anyone who reads it. i just cannot think of anything interesting to write when im at a computer... its the same when im writing essays unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling rather hungry so i think i might go to the bakery after this.... the last show of the musical is tonight! should be lots of fun, dancing backstage with cath and her "bashing stick" is heapsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get a bus at 6.30 tomorrow mornin... i dont know how we'll manage it!! well cross your fingers for me and mum cos we are certainly not morning people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for something completely different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the feather song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wish i had a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a feather would be grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cos if i had a feather i could tickle you in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and when your in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the sea will come to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the silly sight of you and the better sight of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and this is a pointless poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but could be a pointless song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if the pointless banjo and bongo drum come and play along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh what a jolly banjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh what a merry drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh what a pleasant song that goes parumpapumpum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wish i had a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then il shout with glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"sing into a feather a pointless song with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110264903397105698?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110231153562087014</id><published>2004-12-06T16:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:38:55.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>raw vegies, spanish, DJ school and fairy floss</title><content type='html'>i really like raw vegetables, vegies are so much better raw than cooked. take peas for example, many kids around the world hate them and sure, they may not taste as good as chocolate but if the poor dears ate them straight from the pod im sure they'd at least have more respect for peas. they truly are delicious when you eat them from the pod. and corn, my goodness corn is nice raw! oh and when it comes to carrot im sure everyone would have to agree its better left uncooked. i will confess, i wouldnt eat all vegies raw, mashed potato is the way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about food, its making me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watchin a show on sbs the other day and i was reminded of my overwhelming desire to learn spanish but the silly uni wont let me do 3 languages at the same time.... grrrrr.... im thinkin maybe i could do auslan somewhere else so i can do spanish at uni.... hmmm.... but i really just wanna do them all at uni... hmmmf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i read an article about a course in south yarra that teaches you skills in becoming a DJ, i really wanna do that too!! i dont even particularly like dance music and all that crap but i basically just like the idea of playing with turntables... even though i feel sorry for the records being used...  i really dont know how to feel about this sudden interest in goin to DJ school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall move on.... to fairy floss and how i think it wouldnt be as yummy if it were easier to eat. i believe that part of the fun of fairy floss is how it sticks to your fingers and face and hair and as much as we complain, fairy floss would not be the same without this basic difficulty. the way it melts in your mouth kind of justifies the way it fights to not go inside. it gives us more satisfaction to know that we struggled through the fairy floss's stickiness and ultimately its reluctance to be eaten and succeeded than if consuming it were simple. fairy floss is not only filled with the sweetness of sugar to rot the teeth but also the sweetness of victory to fulfil the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this note i say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110231153562087014?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110231153562087014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110197103938031437</id><published>2004-12-02T18:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:03:59.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick post to say: GO ME!!</title><content type='html'>well today i was supposed to get up at 6am to catch the tram into the city and get the early train home.... i managed to sleep through my 2 alarms set and the radio that came on and not wake up til 6.35 and i freaked out! i still managed to get the tram at 7am though, GO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for now, the library is closing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110197103938031437?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110187116599745069</id><published>2004-12-01T14:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:19:25.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and more pointless quiz stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="304" align="center" bgcolor="#51336d"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="#333333" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="35" alt="Quiz Me" hspace="0" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quizme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#6fa6b2;"&gt;maire is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#77cad0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexy diamond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #c0abef; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="304" align="center" bgcolor="#51336d"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="#333333" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="35" alt="Quiz Me" hspace="0" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quizme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#6fa6b2;"&gt;al is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#77cad0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dainty darling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #c0abef; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think he's mark's dainty darling.... lets try this again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="304" align="center" bgcolor="#51336d"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="#333333" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="35" alt="Quiz Me" hspace="0" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quizme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#6fa6b2;"&gt;alistair is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#77cad0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suave puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #c0abef; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://quizme.stvlive.com/petname/quiz.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;heh heh heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110187057086316944</id><published>2004-12-01T14:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:11:05.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my DJ name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="304" align="center" bgcolor="#51336d"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="#333333" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="35" alt="Quiz Me" hspace="0" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quizme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#6fa6b2;"&gt;haley spins tunes as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#77cad0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DJ Salty Jail Bait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #c0abef; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quiz.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;...catchy dont ya think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110187057086316944?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110169689329385447</id><published>2004-11-29T13:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:22:36.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and todays update is proudly brought to you by carringtons on swanston st</title><content type='html'>well well well. it has been a week since my last post, naughty me ~slaps hand~ its been a great week tho! the exam went fine (well il think so until i get my results anyway) and wednesday was heapsa fun, the band wasnt playin but it was still a great night. It involved me winnin bowling (hilariously funny stuff, i swear they musta let me win), interesting conversations about things such as anal beads in a nice family chinese restaurant, drinking a bottle of vodka in flagstaff gardens, going into a bar with topless barmaids to use their toilets, and generally acting like dickheads on the streets of melb. we also went to young and jacksons but i didnt get to see chloe :( but it was an excellently excellent night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well must be off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all, be back soon hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110169689329385447?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110169689329385447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110110223834126903</id><published>2004-11-22T16:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:45:48.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>todays update proudly brought to you by the letter J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well im at uni and we just had a revision picnic on the lawns for philosophy.... it basically involved a tiny bit of study and a lot of sittin around talkin crap and eatin junk food..... i brought sour worms and louisa brought wizz fizz and mark and al came back from slices with fantales, stawberry and creams and doritos so twas a good day for the lolly industry! got an exam on wednesday (for philosophy of course, the second one as had the first essay one last friday) and then i will have finished my first year of uni! woohoo!! we're goin bowling after the exam then goin to see angus' friend's band in the city that night (turns out louisa's boyfriend manages the band, its a small small world in the world of music up here). thursday night is the combined uni end of exam party, not sure if im goin or not, and then sometime between now and saturday when i go home we're gonna have a movie night to educate al in rocky horror. gonna be a fun time time week! i would have been goin home thursday but alas! robin the hood has been cancelled.... well, postponed anyway. see ya all, im catchin the tram home now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS it was irenes birthday on friday! went to frostbites with her friends from tafe, twas a good night, got back to irenes at 4 and fell asleep on the couch while watching boondock saints, for the hell of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110110125745161873</id><published>2004-11-22T16:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:27:37.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;once upon a time there was a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;this rabbit lived at latrobe uni&lt;br /&gt;every day it watched the students walk by on their way to class and this rabbit was very jealous&lt;br /&gt;it wanted to study as well&lt;br /&gt;thats why it decided to live in a garden at a university, it was hoping to absorb the information it heard from the students who walked by&lt;br /&gt;but these damn latrobe students never talked about academic things&lt;br /&gt;they were always more interested in lying on the grass discussing the formations of clouds and whether the pizza at slices is as good anymore&lt;br /&gt;so the rabbit decided it was time, he'd jump into the donut van the next market day&lt;br /&gt;he did this and lived a very happy sugary life&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt have to put up with an increase in hecs fees&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110110125745161873?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110110125745161873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110110125745161873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;14 four leaf clovers paid off!&lt;/span&gt; i have been nominated for most outstanding lead female actor in a drama/comedy in the gippsland amateur theatre awards! yay! its for playing&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; magrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in wyrd sisters. ryan has been nominated for most outstanding lead male actor and vicki asked if we'd do one of our scenes at the awards night. how excitement! maffra dramatics managed to get 10 nominations between wyrd sisters and the sound of music so its all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am at uni cos im auditionin for the moat festival which should be terrific fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i shall go now, have a heaps good day everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110065705294151643?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110065705294151643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110065705294151643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110065705294151643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110065705294151643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-you-clovers.html' title='thank you clovers!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110024005428137643</id><published>2004-11-12T16:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:41:26.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>foot fetishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a 28 year old guy tried to hit on my mum through comments about how attractive her feet are. he has a thing for feet. he's been quoted as saying: "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thongs, they're just a g-string for the toes arent they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;". i just don't understand why mum turned down such a charming guy... i have also come across a lesbian cat with a foot fetish. this cat will not go near her male owners pair of boots but when it comes to mums sandals or my sneakers or any other piece of female footwear she goes nuts. she licks em and purrs like crazy and squeezes her head as far inside the shoes as she can. the funniest sight is seeing the cat with her head stuck under the straps of mums thongs purring and licking like crazy. ahh, thongs. just a g-string for the toes arent they?? i know the cat agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110024005428137643?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110024005428137643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110024005428137643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110024005428137643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110024005428137643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/11/foot-fetishes.html' title='foot fetishes'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-110006708927061394</id><published>2004-11-10T16:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:11:29.270+11:00</updated><title type='text'>14 four leaf clovers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh my goodness oh my goodness! in 6 days oddy is going back to indonesia and on the 3rd of december is his wedding!! how excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;now for something completely different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i found &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14 four leaf clovers&lt;/span&gt; the other day after my audition.... thats gotta be good! although my chances are incredibly slim in getting a part and not even 14 four leaf clovers would help but it was still fun to find so much luck! i could do with some luck... il need it for my exams and for getting a job and for my student theatre auditions and for the holidays in general i guess... yay! holidays should be so much fun!! so many plans... including educating al, the poor dear has never seen the rocky horror picture show! NEVER! can you believe it?? poor poor sheltered scotch boy.... he probably hasnt even seen any monty python! well, i hope he has cos the holy grail IS one of the greatest movies of all time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well thats enough rambling for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;bye all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-110006708927061394?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/110006708927061394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=110006708927061394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110006708927061394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/110006708927061394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/11/14-four-leaf-clovers.html' title='14 four leaf clovers!!'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109969994891788353</id><published>2004-11-06T11:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:12:28.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>choc mint flummeries</title><content type='html'>choc mint flummeries sound delicious don't they?? even better than strawberry or lemon... but i think anything that tastes like choc and mint is wonderful! like pepermint aeros, they are the best! for those not in the know, a flummery is a philosophy, this can be explained by a very long and interesting story that i don't feel like getting into right now... so all you need to know is flummery=philosophy and instead of studying flummeries like language, meaning and understanding, the flummery of love and hate or moral psychology and the structure of the mind (though all sound facinating indeed) i should be able to do 2nd and 3rd year subjects in lemon, strawberry and choc mint flummeries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is part of a discussion i had last night with the splendiferously splendiferous splendiferous sarah! how fun it was to talk to my psychopathic pal again!! we're goin to plan a camping trip which will be so much fun!! we're going to go somewhere where there's water (probably a river in the bush somewhere rather than at the beach cos the beach can get a bit to busy in summer) and we're going to make everyone come along and we're going to have marshmallows for the fire and we're going to make bananas with chocolate in them and we're going to take as much alfoil as we possibly can, because its so much fun to do stuff with, and we're going to take shaving cream to have a shaving cream fight with! its going to be so much fun!! im really  really really excited about it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think this is enough rambling for now... angus is online so i shall talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big farewell from a wonderful little town that has clean air =D hales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109969994891788353?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/109969994891788353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=109969994891788353&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109969994891788353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109969994891788353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/11/choc-mint-flummeries.html' title='choc mint flummeries'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109945852638594811</id><published>2004-11-03T15:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:47:39.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>7 mosquitos and 5 chair legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to whom it may concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;just thought i'd post to say that im really not technology's biggest fan at the moment... but oh well, i will survive, or wont revise either way :P what a wonderful student anthem! thanks for that al. iv got a busy month with rehearsals (many of em), auditions (two of em) and exams (two of em too, lucky me)... joy! :P haha i also plan to go down to the river behind my street and study there a lot, gotta love summer! ooh and theres a philosophy exam revision picnic to go to, which should be fun especially seein im sure we'll head across to the bar afterwards... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;last thursday night was good night, the last bar night of the year and there was a firetwirler and fireworks and free alcohol (well i got one free drink anyway..) and heapsa people i hadnt seen for ages and al and angus of course so i had fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i must say oh dear concerning a certain friends certain ex who appeared in a porno recently... what an unexpected surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well i shall go now but remember all you stressed out uni students out there (well, stressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;when they tear themselves away from drinking...) the more you study the more you know, the more you know the more you forget, the more you forget the less you know so why study??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;luv hales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;PS when you think lifes shit, thank god your not a turtle on its back :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109945852638594811?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#330000;"&gt;well the internet isnt working at home so im writing this at uni... good news! oddy is in melbourne! yay! hopefully i will get to meet him soon. oh and we're having a bbq at my place on sunday so if anyone wants to come feel free! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i best be off to keep doing homework (homework that i have to do at uni cos i need the damn internet... grr) and il post next time i get a chance, which may be a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;PS this was a fairly short post for a fairly long title hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109841805539090314?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/109841805539090314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=109841805539090314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109841805539090314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109841805539090314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/10/hello-everyone-in-cyberspace-which-i.html' title='hello everyone in cyberspace which i have been parted with'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109828402147548070</id><published>2004-10-21T01:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:12:13.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a philosophical msn encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i thought id post some comments from a very philosophical conversation i had on msn tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(this is jumping in mid way thru...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i cannot prove that you exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets:&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; well i dont think i got the marks to study it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[philosophy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; i cant even prove that my left foot exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нaℓeѕ:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;haha you dont need good marks for philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;its a whole different ball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so if you wanted to learn it im sure you'd find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;oh but ur so tru sometime when im stoned i cant feel my foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but i can c it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or is that just a thought that i can c it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;after all, what is knowledge and why do we need to go to a school to obtain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets:&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; so that we can make what we think is happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;well you cant be certain of anything that your senses tell you, they're known to be false sometimes and are just part of a physical being that may or may not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; but is knowledge happiness? they do say ignorance is bliss and im inclined to think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets:&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and what happens when your stoned? thats a physical experience causing mental thought processes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;which supports dualist theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but then we may but percieve a joint and that perception, which is a mental event, causes another mental event, being the state of being stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;maby but perhaps it is just a state of being in which our mind is programed to opperate in such a manner as to stimulate seperate parts that lay dormant untill awoken by the chems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;hmm i guess i need to study brain stuff befor i can be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;well i did enjoy this great convo whic may or may not of happened. perhaps it is just i thought or not that i have had to subconsiously make myself happy. which is a feeling that also may or may not exist. but neway it has been fun. but now i must seek sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or what i think is sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or just a state on nonexistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;haha ok i shall leave you to your slumber thats existence is under doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;im not going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i think ill think of thinking weird thoughts about thoughts and i dont want 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then after great discussion over which came first, the chicken or the egg...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i have strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or at least what i think r strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oooh yum strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my mind wants to experience the perception of strawberries too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;well it might be because we might be 1 mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1 thought ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;well give me a bit of that perception then!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нaℓeѕ: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;share!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;im trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but my part wont let me its 2 greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;the wonders of msn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109828402147548070?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109827265898345448</id><published>2004-10-20T21:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:13:48.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>boring ramblings about uni and the bicurious personal ads discussed there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i had a tute outside today! it was great, except none of us were very talkative so we let our tutor aren do most of the talkin... she told us last week to bring a personal ad for this weeks tute but everyone forgot about it, including her! so we discussed the kind of things that are specified in them, like ns (non-smoker) gsoh (good sense of humour) and age, like "50 year old married man seeks sexual relationship with thin blonde female aged 20 - 25" wow personal ads can be interesting... i also learnt a new term that are used in them: bicurious. id never heard of that before, neither had most of the class. its fairly self-explanitory, wanting to experiment with the same sex. this part of our course is about sexuality, what it means to be under the large umbrella of the term queer. i like this subject, sex gender and diversity. its really interesting.... most of the time anyway :P i just really like my course since i transferred. im doing indonesian, which i love. thats for my diploma of language. and under the BA im doing philosophy, sex gender and diversity and auslan (aussie sign language) as of next year. maybe that will explain my rambling earlier on about communism and the mind/body problem, 2 of the things we've discussed in philosophy! haha it was really dodgy ramblings that make no sense too..... oh well. iv wanted to do philosophy for sooooooo long. im really liking uni at the moment, besides all the work im behind in anyway! i did my first play with student theatre which was great fun, bring on the moat festival!! cant wait. well id best stop boring you with uni talk and be on my way... i may be back later if ya lucky ;) ...or just unlucky, whichever way you see it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109827265898345448?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/109827265898345448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=109827265898345448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109827265898345448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109827265898345448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/10/boring-ramblings-about-uni-and.html' title='boring ramblings about uni and the bicurious personal ads discussed there'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109809940140924280</id><published>2004-10-18T21:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:14:49.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>show and tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;today i had show and tell. show and tell at uni!! what a wonderful idea. it was for my indonesian class. what a wonderful class. a class that gets us to write about being drug dealers and have discussions about contraception and do SHOW AND TELL!! i decided it was a good idea to secure my position as class country bumpkin so i brought in a scarecrow head from my home town's scarecrow festival. what a wonderful scarecrow head. poor poor decapitated scarecrow... before the publication of a newspaper featuring this particular scarecrow, still in one piece, on the front page, his head was found at the doorstep of the local video shop. it stayed in the video shop for several days unclaimed, before i rescued it and took it to melbourne for its new life as my show and tell object... the scarecrow festival really brought out the worst in the locals: not only was this scarecrow decapitated, but many scarecrows were missing, presumed dead before the competition day. after the festival a scarecrow was found in a noose hanging from a veranda... yeah, you should be scared of us country bumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; a sweetheart &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; doing just fabulous &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; 33% deficient &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; this nation's leading japanese legal studies scholar &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; really good because i was able to relate to his character and feel what he felt &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; the associate librarian &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; widely acclaimed as a pioneering therapist and master teacher &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; president and chief executive officer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; a miracle &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is an wonderful actor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the youngest actor to win an mtv individual award &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; so hansome and cute &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; only 35 years old &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; different from the other towns in bowman county &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; the one who started my "ekkie fever" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a boutique &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; currently director of words &amp;amp; letters &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is in australia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; definitely not lost in the crowd &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my 8 year old daughter &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; the biggest athlete ever to compete and complete the gatorade hawaii ironman triathlon &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; an associate professor of internal medicine and chief of the epidemiology division &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; our daughter's name and since the place will eventually belong to her we decided to go ahead and name it in her honor&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; haley is home at last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; quoted as saying "we felt we were making some progress &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; a poet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; very nice &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a freelance writer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; autistic &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; back at home &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; presently serving on the community human relations commission &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a 61 pound &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; currently ranked 5th in poles in the utah high school rodeo association &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is probably a sheltie/terrier mix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a beautiful &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; discussing a matter of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a very talented and diverse artist &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; happy and lauren is happy that haley is happy &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a special &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; the 722nd most popular female first name in the united states &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a practicing patent attorney with the bellevue &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; in regular contact with informed industry sources on a global basis &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a great couples &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is an agent of the private investigation office in san francisco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; based in kodiak &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; smart &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; head coach of the bama bounders &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a great song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a songwriter &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is clearly hurt and in distress and you can hear it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; regarded as one of connersville's most respected citizens &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; doing an adequate job for sikorsky &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; chairman of the union for freedom and democracy in the americas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haley is the spirit chair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; an intense defender &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; a director &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haley is&lt;/span&gt; an excellent ambassador of our team and products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely worth a look: &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/"&gt;http://www.googlism.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109785502656326617?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/109785502656326617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=109785502656326617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109785502656326617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109785502656326617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/10/googlism-for-haley.html' title='googlism for haley'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109782062586228490</id><published>2004-10-15T16:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:47:27.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>an email i sent the other day about boredom and cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hello hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i am bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;completely bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so bored in fact i shouldnt be bored because i have plenty of homework to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh the boredom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i dont mind being bored tho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;being bored is a nice change to bein a stress mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ah the boredom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i should do homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i dont want to do homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i always do homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its no fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;the alternative to my present state of boredom is to do something boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hmmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;how interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oooh interesting is not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but its a boring type of interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i have done nothing today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;nothing besides boring things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;like get up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hang on, eating isnt too boring... i quite like eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but then i finished eating and that was boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because then i came on the net to see if you were there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you werent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so i was bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then i had a shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then i took a claratyne tablet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then i came in the lounge room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and went on the computer again to see if you were there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and you werent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so i was bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so i left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and decided to send you an email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a very boring email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;an email so boring you will read it and yawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;just then i wrote yawn but i accidently wrote yam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;thats boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(insert yawn here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but despite my boredom im happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hopefully i will see you soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and thats not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not boring at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and when i think of you thats not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;cos your not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i know whatever you are doing now its not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;cos its got you in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;this is a good way to avoid homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because its got you in it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh what an interesting email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;an interesting email about boredom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and cheese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like cheese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like cheese grated on top of spaghetti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;thats not boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;thats yummy because it is food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and food is wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and wonderful things arent boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;maybe il eat some food after this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;il eat custard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;before i do washing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;which is boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i dont mind cos its not homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i wish there was a law against boring homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that would be handy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and not at all boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because if homework wasnt boring id do it better and get better marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;just like in year 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i was a nerd in year 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i still am now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i wish i was as nerdy as i used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that would make life easier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but perhaps more boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but then it wouldnt be boring cos while i was more of a nerd i still had craziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i dont have much craziness now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;thats why i can be bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i cant be as crazy in a place where my crazy friends arent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and boring homework is craziness' worst enemy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;they battle inside my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and sometimes craziness wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but most of the time boring homework wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because in todays society boring homework is more important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;how boring is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;does that mean society is becoming more and more boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but is that in a physical society or is it in each persons mental world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;we have all been brainwashed by society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but is it possible to not be brainwashed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;we'd all happily be communists if an idealistic communist world was put in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and we were raised in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it would be right then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but we cant change to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to change to that everyone would have to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and now people wont because of the last drastically horrible attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;or we'd have to start from scratch and have no liberal ideas already cemented into our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and that is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;therefore communism is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i have gone from talking about cheese to communism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;how interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;although you may find it boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you will find it boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;they're my boring thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and my boring thoughts are boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i will not be bored soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;im not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;cos im thinking about boredom cheese communism and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and thats not very boring is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well i will send this email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then i will eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because that is not boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and it is something my tummy wants me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but then according to behaviourism hunger isnt hunger until you eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and an itch doesnt exist until you scratch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i dont believe that because i am hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i havent eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so simple behaviourism is a load of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but dispositional behaviourism may be at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i cannot disprove that through my present state of hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but how would they explain boredom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;they couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because it is not expressed by behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it is only a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i have expressed it through this email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so perhaps they are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i dont want them to be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;im not a monist and certainly not a materialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i know they're not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because they're wrong about other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so i dont believe in behaviourism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;just like i dont believe in epiphenomenalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;or parallelism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but interactionism is a little more convincing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its the most convincing of dualist theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i must say descartes had his head screwed on the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i think therefore i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hit the nail right on the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and nobody can prove him wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like descartes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like custard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so i shall eat custard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and then sign in when i get my custard to see if your around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;by any chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but you might not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and thats ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because i can think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and maybe thinking of you is actually the same as seeing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because the physical world might not exist after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;because all we have for certain is our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its all we can know for an absolute guaranteed existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and so then if i have you in my thoughts then i can have you with me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that means i can think of you when i eat custard and have the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;or the best of both fundamental things, the physical and the mental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;if they both exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;that cant be proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i like that it cant be proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh well i will go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;im a lot less bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and a lot more happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not that i wasnt already happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its just now i dont have boredom to stand in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so now i can fully enjoy and appreciate my custard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720687-109782062586228490?l=afreudianslipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/109782062586228490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720687&amp;postID=109782062586228490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109782062586228490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720687/posts/default/109782062586228490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/10/email-i-sent-other-day-about-boredom.html' title='an email i sent the other day about boredom and cheese'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720687.post-109778070338888375</id><published>2004-10-15T04:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:38:36.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what a peculiar thing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in the beginning was the word and the word was 'aardvark'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;who would have thought? a technophobe like me casting her thoughts into cyber space! what a peculiar thing to do... perhaps its because its past 4am... well whatever it is its happening and i might even keep it up.... shock! horror! haha what a peculiar thing to do... i think i just like using the word peculiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its a new day already and there is much to do, like sleep, eat, clean my room (damn) and go to uni at 7 for an 8pm start for the play im in.... joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a heap of girls from tennesse are talkin to me on msn, what a peculiar turn of events! haha and another situation to use the word of the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well i shall go and get sleep, it seems like a good thing to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and 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href='http://afreudianslipper.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-peculiar-thing-to-do.html' title='what a peculiar thing to do'/><author><name>h a l e y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033125023501560383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/2069/640/candle%20light.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
