<?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-8057913</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:36:34.399+09:30</updated><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Katy Rose'/><title type='text'>ECG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-8212074999682754215</id><published>2007-08-23T00:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:47:08.786+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found a letter written to me by one of my close friends. At least we used to be close. It's a long letter that has heart and soul poured into it. I have to admit, at the time of receiving it, it didn't mean much. But tonight, in my distracted, reflective mood, it means everything. I will reply. Even if it is a year late. But I feel calmer and more qualified to reply now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-8212074999682754215?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8212074999682754215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=8212074999682754215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/8212074999682754215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/8212074999682754215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-found-letter-written-to-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-4887312062317111952</id><published>2007-07-09T18:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:37:23.796+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I know that everyone probably feels like this at one stage, but I wish life was more appealing and picturesque. It's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-4887312062317111952?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/4887312062317111952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=4887312062317111952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4887312062317111952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4887312062317111952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-6235284238823558844</id><published>2007-05-03T21:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:47:16.319+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ever?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what might happen if you mashed all you favourite parts of songs together, end to end in a new song?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder this alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-6235284238823558844?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/6235284238823558844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=6235284238823558844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/6235284238823558844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/6235284238823558844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/05/ever.html' title='Ever?'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-35153044539879939</id><published>2007-04-30T16:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:39:36.822+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Raind Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RjWVrFfvJvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iiNcdrFdC5I/s1600-h/Rain_Dance_by_DexterousDamsel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RjWVrFfvJvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iiNcdrFdC5I/s400/Rain_Dance_by_DexterousDamsel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059114323862824690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the fifth day there was blue sky and sun. It's been raining all weekend. The grass is green, the flowers are bright and everything is refreshed. It's beautiful. And much needed in the dryest state on the dryest continent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-35153044539879939?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/35153044539879939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=35153044539879939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/35153044539879939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/35153044539879939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/04/raind-dance.html' title='Raind Dance'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RjWVrFfvJvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iiNcdrFdC5I/s72-c/Rain_Dance_by_DexterousDamsel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-2202408817442410122</id><published>2007-04-03T13:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:16:09.714+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ever Get The Feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RhJonCOddYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/emieQbyw9UQ/s1600-h/__Anna___by_Entirity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RhJonCOddYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/emieQbyw9UQ/s400/__Anna___by_Entirity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049213152057456002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just stand up in the middle of what you're doing and sing a lyric, REALLY loud?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got that feeling just then. Except I am sitting in a computer room at uni and there are lots of people around. It wouldn't be appropriate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-2202408817442410122?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/2202408817442410122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=2202408817442410122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/2202408817442410122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/2202408817442410122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/04/ever-get-feeling.html' title='Ever Get The Feeling...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RhJonCOddYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/emieQbyw9UQ/s72-c/__Anna___by_Entirity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-4676663585388130793</id><published>2007-03-29T01:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:23:56.772+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Rose'/><title type='text'>Lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgqPeCOddXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M0u8I5PAIjw/s1600-h/How_Girls_Really_Do_Laundry_by_whorer_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgqPeCOddXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M0u8I5PAIjw/s400/How_Girls_Really_Do_Laundry_by_whorer_movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047004078578431346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've clipped my wings again&lt;br /&gt;Tore them apart and then&lt;br /&gt;Left me&lt;br /&gt;No use to fly away to &lt;br /&gt;My yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;My eyes died back that day&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the hurt I may have done&lt;br /&gt;Beat me instead of them&lt;br /&gt;Pain is my only zen&lt;br /&gt;Of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go where secrets are sold&lt;br /&gt;Where roses unfold&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song&lt;br /&gt;Blood on my hands to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;There is no right to heal the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die&lt;br /&gt;I can't throw up don't think i even want to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still can't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You've pinned this butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;My fire's burning out&lt;br /&gt;Kill my flame without &lt;br /&gt;A frown&lt;br /&gt;And starving hurts the soul&lt;br /&gt;When you're hungry for&lt;br /&gt;Some love&lt;br /&gt;So if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can really fly &lt;br /&gt;Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go where secrets are sold&lt;br /&gt;Where roses unfold&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song&lt;br /&gt;Blood on my hands to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;There is no right to heal the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die&lt;br /&gt;I can't throw up don't think I even want to&lt;br /&gt;Try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-4676663585388130793?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/4676663585388130793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=4676663585388130793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4676663585388130793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4676663585388130793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/03/lemon.html' title='Lemon'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgqPeCOddXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M0u8I5PAIjw/s72-c/How_Girls_Really_Do_Laundry_by_whorer_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-8383380676382240584</id><published>2007-03-27T23:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:25:32.136+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgkiNd4RZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Chpfj8KxcT0/s1600-h/Catch_Me_by_little_crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgkiNd4RZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Chpfj8KxcT0/s320/Catch_Me_by_little_crazy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046602472199644786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We All Have A Weakness&lt;br /&gt;But Some Of Ours Are Easier To Identify. Look Me In The Eye&lt;br /&gt;And Ask For Forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;We'll Make A Pact To Never Speak That Word Again&lt;br /&gt;Yes You Are My Friend.&lt;br /&gt;We All Have Something That Digs At Us,&lt;br /&gt;At Least We Dig Each Other&lt;br /&gt;So When Weakenss Turns My Ego Up&lt;br /&gt;I Know You'll Count On The Me From Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;If I Turn Into Another&lt;br /&gt;Dig Me Up From Under What Is Covering&lt;br /&gt;The Better Part Of Me&lt;br /&gt;Sing This Song&lt;br /&gt;Remind Me That We'll Always Have Each Other&lt;br /&gt;When Everything Else Is Gone.&lt;br /&gt;We All Have A Sickness&lt;br /&gt;That Cleverly Attaches And Multiplies&lt;br /&gt;No Matter How Hard We Try.&lt;br /&gt;We All Have Something That Digs At Us,&lt;br /&gt;At Least We Dig Each Other&lt;br /&gt;So When Sickness Turns My Ego Up&lt;br /&gt;I Know You'll Act As A Clever Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;If I Turn Into Another&lt;br /&gt;Dig Me Up From Under What Is Covering&lt;br /&gt;The Better Part Of Me.&lt;br /&gt;Sing This Song!&lt;br /&gt;Remind Me That We'll Always Have Each Other&lt;br /&gt;When Everything Else Is Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Each Other....&lt;br /&gt;When Everything&lt;br /&gt;Else Is Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-8383380676382240584?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8383380676382240584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=8383380676382240584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/8383380676382240584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/8383380676382240584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/03/dig.html' title='Dig'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RgkiNd4RZnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Chpfj8KxcT0/s72-c/Catch_Me_by_little_crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-4112759846711858185</id><published>2007-03-13T13:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:10:28.488+10:30</updated><title type='text'>aren't those days weird.</title><content type='html'>people who never fight, have massive fights&lt;br /&gt;people who fight all the time, barely speak&lt;br /&gt;people who are usually excited to see you, can't stand the sight of you, probably for a stupid reason. Or maybe it's a good reason. Or maybe you've both just changed...&lt;br /&gt;people who normally barely speak to you, speak a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RfYPBY7k2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yndI1hh20ww/s1600-h/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RfYPBY7k2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yndI1hh20ww/s320/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041233349434464338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-4112759846711858185?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/4112759846711858185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=4112759846711858185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4112759846711858185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/4112759846711858185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/03/arent-those-days-weird.html' title='aren&apos;t those days weird.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/RfYPBY7k2FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yndI1hh20ww/s72-c/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-117214816836612964</id><published>2007-02-22T23:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:12:48.433+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why Evanescence Is NOT Emo.</title><content type='html'>1) Assuming we take the ACTUAL definition of emo, "broad title that covers a lot of different styles of emotionally-charged punk rock." Well it's quite obvious that Evanescence is clearly a rock band, with  no punk influences or punk foundations. guitar riffs and rythm guitar is not played fast neither is the drum beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Assuming we take the more common and over generalised version of emo "black skinny jeans, black band hoodie, heavy eye makeup, big black fringe and a sad, depressed outlook on life with a penchant for slitting ones wrists and talking about how hard their lives are". One by one, &lt;br /&gt;Amy doesn't wear any of the above, except when she is performing, which is exemt because most people wear heavy make up when performing. It's called STAGE LIGHTS. Any emo-ness that Amy has is understandable. When she was 5 her three year old sister died. Amy was in the same room when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;John le Compt&lt;br /&gt;doesn't wear anoy of the above EITHER. has short spiky gelled hair and metal tatoos. Has the most positive out look on life&lt;br /&gt;Rocky&lt;br /&gt;is a chubby shaven head metal lover who wwears skate shoes and long baggy shorts, none of which are emo.&lt;br /&gt;Terry&lt;br /&gt;the dread lock toting guitarist usually dresses in a traditional chinese shirt and black pants. also, like Amy any traditional emo-ness that Terry has is probably justified. He suffered a stroke last November and was told he would never play the guitar again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) emo style singing is as follows "ranging from normal singing in the quiet parts to a kind of pleading howl to gut-wrenching screams to actual sobbing and crying." Amy Lee's voice is not a pleading howl, nor a scream, nor sobbing. As a classically trained singer and piano player, Amy has a classical voice witha  huge range. Singers of emo bands are usually barely able to sing at all, let alone have abrilliant range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Photos of Evanescence are not anything like emo photos. They aren't self taken at a high angle to accentuate their non existant fringes and shadows. If anything, the photos have a gothic influence. It is well documented that goths and emo's do not friends, make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The band have far too much energy and zest for life to be self depracating emo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) While most emo's are against corporations and all brand names, Ev flaunt their love of establishments such as White Castle (american fast food chain), McDonalds, Burger King, Adidas, Bonds and Dickies (american skate brand).  Also Amy is a Paul Frank lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) out of a posible 50 or 60 songs, only one is clearly identified to be about suicide. that song, Tourniquet, appears on the Fallen album, which was almost entirely written by Ben Moody who has since left the band. Since then, Amy has begun writing with Terry and together they have made an album that has songs dealing with crazy fans, depression, happiness, success, infidelity and broken relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ev are able to LAUGH at themselves. During concerts, when Amy is playing the solo part of My Immortal, the boys stand backstage with the roadies with cigarette lighters pretending to cry and then collapsing into giggles. One of the traits of Emo's are that they are unable to laugh at themsleves, they take themselves so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Emo draws no inspiration from any kind of traditionaly music. Evanescence has songs, in particular, Breathe No More which contains hints of Spanish Flamenco guitar, and Lacrymosa samples Mozarts Requiem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) emo-ness is also often about Matyrdom. they are often Straight Edge (XXX, StraightXEdge etc) which means no alcohol, no drugs (cigarettes included) and no promiscuous sex (although practicing safe sex with a loved one is okay). They are also often vegetarians or vegans and very very thin which brings up allegations of bulimia and anorexia. the folks of evanescence are none of these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-117214816836612964?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/117214816836612964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=117214816836612964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117214816836612964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117214816836612964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-10-reasons-why-evanescence-is-not.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why Evanescence Is NOT Emo.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-117137637513418142</id><published>2007-02-14T00:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:52:57.876+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Evanescence Gig Feb 13th 2007</title><content type='html'>The Playlist went sometthing like this... except not in this order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Under&lt;br /&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal (encore)&lt;br /&gt;Tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Whisper&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Star (encore)&lt;br /&gt;Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sacrifice (Opening song)&lt;br /&gt;Weight of the World&lt;br /&gt;Lithium&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Nine&lt;br /&gt;Call Me When You're Sober&lt;br /&gt;Lacrymosa&lt;br /&gt;All That I'm Living For&lt;br /&gt;The Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shihad.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angus kept calling them ShihadNoTalent. I thought they were fairly good. They were better than the last time I saw them (when they opened for Grinspoon). They played an oldie, Comfort Me (back when they were Pacifier). It went OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roadie came out and started testing Amy's mic saying "One, Two, Yeeap. C is for Cookie". People started laughing and he said "What? Sesame Street is cool, I don't care WHAT you say" Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it all went black. Hoorah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy had the coolest skirt ever. Bright Pink and made from tulle and feathers.hehe she shakes her but when she plays the keyboard. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was SNOW during Lithium. BEAuTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/26917/353205187_687244cb40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/490412/353205187_687244cb40.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously these aren't my photos, I stole then from Flickr. But they give the IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/26917/353205187_687244cb40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/490412/353205187_687244cb40.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/220253/353203133_dc9024f937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/550103/353203133_dc9024f937.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/60296/386095463_786236db72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/988533/386095463_786236db72.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/420070/353204159_24c2c73bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/438376/353204159_24c2c73bbe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so so awesome, I can't even describe. Happy happy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-117137637513418142?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/117137637513418142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=117137637513418142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117137637513418142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117137637513418142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/02/evanescence-gig-feb-13th-2007.html' title='Evanescence Gig Feb 13th 2007'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-117076577304480206</id><published>2007-02-06T19:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:12:53.483+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a lot of people aren't talking to me anymore. And I feel like now is one of those weird times when you find out who your real friends really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-117076577304480206?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/117076577304480206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=117076577304480206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117076577304480206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117076577304480206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-like-lot-of-people-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-117015496514834415</id><published>2007-01-30T21:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:32:45.203+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't is strange that in a few seconds, you can witness something that may not be a huge deal for you, but for someone else, it is this big beautiful moment. &lt;br /&gt;I drove down Cross roads yesterday and there is one house that has a fountain out the front. Sitting on the fountain edge was a man and his wife. As I drove past, she lifted her top and he placed his hands on her swollen, pregnant belly, a delighted look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/951531/Liesl__s_pregnant_sister_by_madmantrez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/320/995934/Liesl__s_pregnant_sister_by_madmantrez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-117015496514834415?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/117015496514834415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=117015496514834415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117015496514834415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/117015496514834415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/01/isnt-is-strange-that-in-few-seconds.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116955516909245452</id><published>2007-01-23T22:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:56:09.116+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Take My Hand, Take My Life</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pretty emo today. I wish uni had started, so I could throw myself into it and forget about everything else. Maybe I'll read a book. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/186721/pulse_by_ThreeLibras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/400/702815/pulse_by_ThreeLibras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116955516909245452?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116955516909245452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116955516909245452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116955516909245452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116955516909245452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-my-hand-take-my-life.html' title='Take My Hand, Take My Life'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116487482177695319</id><published>2006-11-30T18:40:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:50:22.590+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arcadeimpact.com/warp-paris-hilton.htm"&gt;http://www.arcadeimpact.com/warp-paris-hilton.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many hours of entertainment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116487482177695319?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116487482177695319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116487482177695319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116487482177695319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116487482177695319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116478334077754272</id><published>2006-11-29T16:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:21:17.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Massive Update?</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't poseted in forever, but everything has been really busy. And I'm not the only one. Juan, Nick and every other blog I read is slow posting as well. But here's whats been going on. &lt;br/&gt;Exams were on the 13th and 14th of NOvember. I think they both went okay. Get the results some time in 9th December... hmm. My birthday was also on the 14th! yay. NOw I'm old have all resonsible sounding *pause* NOT. (Hahaha &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BORAT&lt;/span&gt;) I got some cool stuff for my birthday, including money (which goes straight towards the Eurotrip), a new pair of shoes, they're SO cute, an AWESOME book from Em by Kevyn Aucoin who is a cool makeup artist. He is in Sex and the City we noticed the other night. I will scan the coolest photo in later. &lt;br/&gt;On the night of my b'day, instead of doing the traditional 'dinner with the family' I had Hungry Jack's with Cholas and Oaties on the way to AFI!!! Man, they were awesome. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/515631/daveycrowdwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/400/71187/daveycrowdwalk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/313942/daveysing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/400/314932/daveysing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/652616/PB140009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/400/249035/PB140009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/1600/55723/PB040082dfu53456356dfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/457/528/400/180871/PB040082dfu53456356dfu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally stole these from JAmes. So thanks JAmes!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Umm what else has happened? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other night, I had a Sex and the City evening at my house with the girls. We had many a cocktail and watched lots of eps of SATC and went to sleep at about 5am. ('Cept Em who piked on my bed at about 4). It was a good night with CUPCAKES!! they were so yum, if I do say so myself! They had K's for Kelly's birthday. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, sometime in that week, I think the saturday beforehand, Em and I went shopping at Harbourtown. BARGAIN. I got three new tops and a skirt for $35, AND one of the tops cost $20... YEAH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BARGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. The most expensive top is black and has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRAWBERRIES&lt;/span&gt; on it. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SO HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Last night a massive group of us wentv and saw BORAT at Marion. God, it was so so funny. Except for the naked wrestling scene... that was just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GROSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUt still a very funny movie. Heaps of the people that feature in it are suing him. APparently the Frat Boys are suing him. To that I say "good luck!" They made themselves look stupid. Same with the hick at the Rodeo. You can't sue someone for showing that you're a bigoted, sexist idiot...When we were at Marion, we managed to run into Lisa and Shaun and Clare and Pegah and their crowd. AW-KWARD. haha Steph's only words were "Well we can take comfort in the fact that we have more friends than them". Hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm semi living with Juan at the moment. By semi-living, I mean I still go home sometomes coz of bloody work. Starting at 9 at Brighton is bad enough when driving from my place (have to leave at 8:10am LATEST), let alone adding an extra half hour from Juan's house :| &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I look so hot right now, I have pigtail plaits in my hair, and then they're tied in a knot at the back of my head. SEXY.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I wrote that the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is Sunday. Im watching Harry Potter 4. Hooray. &lt;br /&gt;My bakery has jet been sold, so now there are new owners. They take over in 6 days. Simon the baker has lost his job now. So that's interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE EVANESCENCE TICKETS :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116478334077754272?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116478334077754272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116478334077754272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116478334077754272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116478334077754272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/massive-update.html' title='Massive Update?'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116472181636813532</id><published>2006-11-29T00:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:20:16.386+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala I will post soon. I'm just super SLACK. slack is an unsexy word. SLACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116472181636813532?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116472181636813532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116472181636813532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116472181636813532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116472181636813532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/lala-i-will-post-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116360033035281905</id><published>2006-11-16T00:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:48:50.366+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The making of the Liar video by taking Back Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fu-zdOY3KI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fu-zdOY3KI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116360033035281905?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116360033035281905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116360033035281905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116360033035281905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116360033035281905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-of-liar-video-by-taking-back.html' title='The making of the Liar video by taking Back Sunday'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116311778234946645</id><published>2006-11-10T10:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:47:36.716+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =26&gt;&lt;font color =green&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Juan!&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I can call you an old mofo for FOUR DAYS... And so I shall! Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my DarkBlue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So slow down... this night's a &lt;br /&gt;Perfect shade of dark blue, dark blue &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone &lt;br /&gt;In a crowded room when I'm here with you &lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning down &lt;br /&gt;Dark blue &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you &lt;br /&gt;I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue.. &lt;br /&gt;Just dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a few hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116311778234946645?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116311778234946645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116311778234946645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116311778234946645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116311778234946645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116305273969729055</id><published>2006-11-09T15:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:42:20.186+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I've been having some pretty weird dreams lately. I don't know if it's the stress from exam prepration or waht, but its weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Tuesday night I had a dream that Sally, Jo and I were abseiling, but it wasn't normal abseiling... we were abseiling across BUNK BEDS. But they weren't NORMAL bunkbeds... they were like 5 beds HIGH! It was super exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And last night.. ow I had a cool dream and was going to blog about it this morning, but then blogger was down and now I've forgotten. Bloody Blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DISTRACTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hmm ,well if I remember my dream, I'll write about it. But for now, It's back to STUDY :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116305273969729055?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116305273969729055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116305273969729055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116305273969729055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116305273969729055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-ive-been-having-some-pretty-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116289482472465508</id><published>2006-11-07T19:54:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:51:22.540+10:30</updated><title type='text'>We were sleeping in, sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed, and we were dreaming</title><content type='html'>So, its REALLY awkward when people make a dirty private joke in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;There is this couple that comes into Brumbys every Tuesday night, on, I assume, their way home from work. She is quite young, late twenties/early thirties and he is probably mid forties. They come in every week, and she always chooses the bread and he always gets something small "for dessert" (i.e a donut or a muffin or sth). Anyway, THIS week, they came in as usual, and she ordered some bread, and when I had sliced it and asked if they wanted anything else, she said to him "Do you want a donut or something" and he said "No, I've already got my dessert" and then smirked at her and and she gave him a secret smile back... It might not sound like anything, but I SWEAR that there was something kinky there. AWKWARD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note. Juan rang me today just to say "I love you" and then hang up. *happy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/JuanCaitlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/JuanCaitlin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gratuitous picture of us]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116289482472465508?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116289482472465508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116289482472465508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116289482472465508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116289482472465508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-were-sleeping-in-sunk-inside-our.html' title='We were sleeping in, sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed, and we were dreaming'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116281166738101046</id><published>2006-11-06T21:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:54:34.510+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discussion at family dinner: How chickens have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even kidding. Sometimes I love my family. My dad even went into the logistics of it, likening it to pigeon sex.. and then acting it out. WHACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;On channel 9 there is a show called "What a Year" They recounted everything that happened in 2001. Has television REALLY stooped this low?? That we have to recall what happened 5 years ago for ENTERTAINMENT!??!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116281166738101046?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116281166738101046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116281166738101046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116281166738101046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116281166738101046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/discussion-at-family-dinner-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116272558687516220</id><published>2006-11-05T21:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:49:46.890+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. As. All. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116272558687516220?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116272558687516220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116272558687516220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116272558687516220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116272558687516220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116236816799975401</id><published>2006-11-01T18:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:32:48.290+10:30</updated><title type='text'>All STars</title><content type='html'>So, Chucks are like the most coolest shoes on the earth. except for maybe the shoes i bought today. NO. Chucks are cooler. Plus they have to be the most recognized shoes ever. I heart my chucks. I think I will do an ode to my chucks on here one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Chuck_by_0x7a69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/Chuck_by_0x7a69.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/my_chuck_taylor_s_by_bittersweet243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/my_chuck_taylor_s_by_bittersweet243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/chuck_power_by_super_glue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/chuck_power_by_super_glue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/chuck_pedals_by_mysticblu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/chuck_pedals_by_mysticblu3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/World_of_Chuck_Taylor_by_maverickthemav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/World_of_Chuck_Taylor_by_maverickthemav.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy definately feels the Chuck love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a drama performance tonight. i don't wanna go. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116236816799975401?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116236816799975401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116236816799975401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116236816799975401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116236816799975401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-stars.html' title='All STars'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116218377354902995</id><published>2006-10-30T15:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:40:42.660+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so today at work I burned myself with fondant, this is what my blister looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/images/ency/fullsize/1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/images/ency/fullsize/1829.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I fell off a ladder and bruised my finger, this is what my bruise looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.10.45.167/content/bruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://72.10.45.167/content/bruise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hardcore with my injuries. When I fell off the ladder, into a a shelving unit full of flour bags mind you, I swore loudly. While a customer was in the shop. I'm SO good. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on the 6:30am news today that Sandi Thom is STILL at the top of the ARIA charts. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU AUSTRALIA!??!?!??????? I don't want to live in this country anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116218377354902995?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116218377354902995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116218377354902995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116218377354902995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116218377354902995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-before-halloween.html' title='The Day Before Halloween'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116193212928705869</id><published>2006-10-27T16:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:25:29.303+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My Trashy Life</title><content type='html'>So it's been ages, I KNOW, but I've been so super busy. So, updaties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, last week, hopped in the car with my brother and dad for the foreverlong trip to Shepparton Victoria for my grandmother's 90th Birthday Shindig.&lt;br /&gt;this involved us driving about, well I don't knwo in kilometres, but almost to Melbourne, coz DAD, not me, took a wrong turn. Yippee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I helped my aunty set up the big hall... My grandma had invited over 100 people. If I get to 90 and still know and like over 100 people, I will be doing well! I got to blow up all teh balloons, some of them were SO hard, coz they were a balloon inside a balloon and you have to blow up both at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/279647129/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/85/279647129_631f3968e7_m.jpg" width="300" height="240" alt="90 balloons" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were to meet at 1:30 for family photos. So in true Marshall (yes, my family are Marshalls) form, we arrived at 1:45 and guest were arriving already. So no photos. I was put on the door with a stack of stickers with all the guests names, relation to my grandma and where they live on the sticker. When the biddies came in I had to ask them their names and slap a sticker on their bosom. It was weird, all these old people who "remember me from when i was this big..." and I had NO idea who these people are. Anyway, my cousin was the MC and introduced several people to speak including my brother and I. After that we handed out tiny tiny little sandwich fingers with the crust cut off, just what the oldies wanted. HOT. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the speeches got done, it was all fairly boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had all the family, auties and uncles and cousins etc over for lunch. 20 people (yes my entire family on my mum's side is 20 people) in a unit made for 3 at the max. Squeezy! &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I got to meet my new baby second cousin. SO ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/279842657_7ab483ff82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/279842657_7ab483ff82.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only two and a half weeks old! hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/279842659/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/119/279842659_c50f0e0979_o.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="motherbaby" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very exciting for me, for the last 16 years my brother has been the youngest person in my entire family. BORING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Shepparton. Shepparton is home of SPC fruit *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste of Chaos&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to this for so so long. The lineup looked like this: &lt;br /&gt;TAKING BACK SUNDAY &lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY &lt;br /&gt;ANTI-FLAG &lt;br /&gt;UNDEROATH &lt;br /&gt;SENSES FAIL &lt;br /&gt;SAOSIN &lt;br /&gt;with a heaps of local acts in between including Liability of My Own, Her Latest Flame and Blow Up Betty =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Drive were shit. So so lame. Nick will agree. By this time, we were standing at the back of the mosh, which incidentally, is right at the front of of the circle pit. We got beat up! So we ran around the other side and were right in front of the side stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senses Fail&lt;/b&gt; were very disappointing, they sound much better on cd than live, which is true for so many bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Underoath&lt;/b&gt; were much the same, disappointing sounding and not playing songs I liked, eg A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black and White, The Impact of Reason and Reinventing Your Exit. They were also just hobos. The lead guitarist had some cutoff denim shorts, tight, dirty t-shirt, Tom Hanks in Castaway kind of look. Whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOMO were about next and were okay. I don't know any of their songs, so that didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget the order now, it's all a little hazy...&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; were about here, and made me happy coz they pkayed Jet Black New Year, one of my favourite songs of all time, it is just really well written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM, &lt;b&gt;Anti-Flag&lt;/b&gt; came next, and I was all "Oh crap, I don't know any of their songs..." BUT BUT BUT I DO =] yay for me. They prefaced Turncoat with "This song goes out to the WORST fucking President OF ALL TIME. Fuck You!" which got everyone all riled up and there was so much singing and Fuck you's it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;And I knew some of their other songs so rawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Betties&lt;/b&gt; were either before or after AntiFlag... i think before actually, and they put on an excelent show. I was very very impressed. As I said to Nick, "I wanna be a Betty"... Steph!! BAND NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saosin&lt;/b&gt; were very impresseive on the side stage. I had only heard a few songs, all of which I liked alot and my brother had been raving about them for ages, so the expectation was high. But they were cool, and played some older songs as well as stuff off their brand spanking new album. Cove Reber (lead singer) has nice nice arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;b&gt;Taking Back Sunday.&lt;/b&gt; It was like an orgasm in a gig. God I love Adam. The super sexy boys came on stage in suits and ohhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/taking_back_sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/taking_back_sunday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe Fred is NOT that nerdy these days =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/taking_back_sunday--large-msg-115532273601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/taking_back_sunday--large-msg-115532273601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, apart from Adam cracking the shits as some foldback/feedback issue at the start (he threw the mic stand at the massive stacked speakers, he's SO punk), they did awesome. When they played Cute without the e, it was like a massive singalong. SO COOL. and they played all my other favourites except Timberwolves. The girl in front of me was yelling "Play Timberwolves" but then, she was also yelling "Taking your clothes off Adam, you'll be more comfortable" AND "Fuck me Adam" so really, what would she know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On TUESDAY, Juan and I went and saw Arj Barker at the Gov.He so funny. Lehmo did an opening gig, which basically consisted of him picking on people in the audience and talking about the bogans of Adelaide while yelling "mother fucker" alot. Pretty Lame. Arj was good though, he used a few old jokes, but mostly new ones which was good. &lt;br /&gt;And we got to meet him afterwards. He had difficulty spellin both my name and Juan's name so we got an extra note; he wrote "I'm not drunk, just mental" &lt;br /&gt;This girl pushed in infront of us, and was a total fan girl, and was like, "Can I buy you a beer? PLEASE!??" he was like, "okay, but just a small one... or I'll have an epileptic fit" God I hope he was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that just about does everything, except one small thing. &lt;br /&gt;Most of you know about the Jenny and Rebecca story, and I've received countless messages to see if I'm okay, which I am. I think the whole thing is stupid. If she's going to get hung up on bullshit that went on like 6 months ago, then that's her choice. For the record, I've had an apology so we'll take it from there. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny, baby, I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/280410942/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/280410942_077c402a2e_m.jpg" width="300" height="240" alt="DSC00500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that does it. &lt;br /&gt;Bye y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ronnie!! I hope you're feeling better!!!!MWAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116193212928705869?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116193212928705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116193212928705869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116193212928705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116193212928705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-trashy-life.html' title='My Trashy Life'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116117932431039978</id><published>2006-10-18T23:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:18:44.323+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Killswitch</title><content type='html'>I promise an update after I get back from Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;It will include Taste of Chaos, my trip to Victoria, photos and other random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi0R5tanrAk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi0R5tanrAk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound quality is not excellent, but Adam climbs the rigging andsings upside down. I know Nock has a good copy of this somewhere. Adam (lead singer) has a nice belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I bought an AFI ticket today. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116117932431039978?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116117932431039978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116117932431039978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116117932431039978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116117932431039978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/killswitch.html' title='Killswitch'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116099611956666076</id><published>2006-10-16T20:19:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:25:19.583+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>i wish i could just fast forward to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New Years Eve&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want exams, i don't want my birthday, i don't want work, i don't want christmas. i just want next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I can see us dying... are we?"&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116099611956666076?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116099611956666076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116099611956666076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116099611956666076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116099611956666076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116040306826840771</id><published>2006-10-09T23:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:41:08.293+09:30</updated><title type='text'>And some more</title><content type='html'>Oh, I almost forgot about my weekend. On FRIDAY we went to Angus's old school house-sitting abode. Twas awesome. It had a CELLAR! and we played cards and coits... quoits? and had sex talk on the trampoline at midnight. Good old fashioned fun. If I ever write a song, I'm going to call it "sex talk on the trampoline at midnight" HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, Matt had his fundraiser. It was so cool, all the girls dressed up and looked all pretty (it was Boobs ahoy!) and the boys got all dressed up in their suits. Way sexy. There were cocktails and a band and lots of dancing. Yay! It was lots of fun. Plus Matt raised alot of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday  I worked and then slept al day. And then we lots netball hardcore. And I played shitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116040306826840771?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116040306826840771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116040306826840771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116040306826840771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116040306826840771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-some-more.html' title='And some more'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-116039587041541631</id><published>2006-10-09T19:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:41:11.316+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's been a week since my last post...</title><content type='html'>The Grates and Faker Gig - My take - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Deli Band - its like someone threw up a band, they had no synergy, no sense of togetherness, and not much talent. All of them continually swapped instruments which was confusing and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faker were awesome, and as Steph said, they make performing seem effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grates were so so cool. Patience is what every girl dreams of being when she grows up. Part rock star, part princess, part doll, and part ballerina. In a white tutu, black tights and silver sparkly shoes, she was a vision. John is quiet but very talented and obviously loves what he's doing. and Alana, SO cute, she sticks by the rule (nothing above the knee) and wears tights and a dress to play the drums. &lt;br /&gt;The central deli band used those party poppers everywhere and I collected all tghe stuff around me and made the words The Grates Rock \m/ on the carpet in front of John. It became the object of much attention, with Alana giving me the rock hand several hundred times, and even the security guard cheering me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE then, I have worked alot, which is boring. Even today, I had like a billion visitors, like Steph, Krissy, Leah, Laura, Sarah, Steph again, Laura again, My mum, and Emma.&lt;br /&gt;BUT no one stayed for very long, 'cept Steph the second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, my cousin had a baby on the 5th :D She's so so adorble. Her name is Philippa Amy. She's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/PHILIPPA%20AMY%20TURTON%20%205TH%20OCT%202006%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/PHILIPPA%20AMY%20TURTON%20%205TH%20OCT%202006%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can't be stuffed writing anymore. Buh-Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-116039587041541631?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/116039587041541631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=116039587041541631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116039587041541631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/116039587041541631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-week-since-my-last-post.html' title='It&apos;s been a week since my last post...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115970629253281701</id><published>2006-10-01T21:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:08:12.546+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 posts in one day... Can you tell I'm supposed to be studying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got home from work today, sweaty, covered in flour, and fudge and other bakery matter. I walked inside, and my mum ran to meet me and then hugged me, very tight, for a long time. Then she asked "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay!?" I replied that I was indeed fine, and what the fuck was she on about? APPARENTLY both my mother and my grandmother had dreams last night in which I died in a tragic accident. Weird? I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115970629253281701?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115970629253281701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115970629253281701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115970629253281701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115970629253281701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-posts-in-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115969441088255100</id><published>2006-10-01T18:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:50:10.896+09:30</updated><title type='text'>You've Made Us Conscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTZz7nPF3i4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTZz7nPF3i4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is awesome. Stickin' it to the 'scene kids' (Emo's)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the guy in it, the dude who falls outta line, KINDA reminds me of Hamish Blake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115969441088255100?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115969441088255100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115969441088255100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115969441088255100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115969441088255100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/youve-made-us-conscious.html' title='You&apos;ve Made Us Conscious'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115968316714368637</id><published>2006-10-01T15:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:42:47.156+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know double posting, but Blogger has been giving me the shits. So that's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115968316714368637?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115968316714368637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115968316714368637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115968316714368637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115968316714368637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-i-know-double-posting-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115961544541485654</id><published>2006-09-30T20:53:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:03:54.083+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The countdown is over. Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Indeed. So like a good little fangirl, I went out this morning and bought the new album The Open Door. Their debut, Fallen was released in March of 2003, and so I've been waiting for this new album for about 3 and a half years. Exactly actually. And I gotta say, it's NOT a disappointment. I fully respect them for taking their time, especially since Ben Moody (former lead guitarist and co-songwriter to Amy Lee) left the band in Germany midway through their first Europe tour. (May I remind you that he left 'due to creative differences' READ: Amy refused to play his mind games anymore; and went on to work with Avril Lavigne... Big step up there dude) Also,they then 'stole' Terry Balsamo from the band Cold, which lead to a bitter arguement, then they had to fire their manager, because he was stealing from them, THEN, Terry had a stroke at the end of last year (He's so rockstar, the first thing he asked for was his guitar, and even though the nurses said he couldn't have it, the and got it for him, it helped him recover \m/ ) and THEN the bassist, Will decided to leave the band to stay with his family. So it's definately been a long hard 3 years for them, but WOW can they put together a record. &lt;br /&gt;Lacrymosa, I think, is the best track on the record. All That I'm Living For is also awesome. And Good Enough, yay! a happy Ev song!&lt;br /&gt;So much happiness =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[There was a fucking long sentence in there!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/blender1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/blender1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/03sann450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/03sann450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, they're a pretty freakin' hot looking band. Plus, I want the dress in the bottom photo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my uni exam timetable came out today. You know what's NOT COOL?? I have two exams, they are on the 13th and 14th of November. Which means I have an exam on my birthday. (Yes I'm the product of Valentines Day lovin') &lt;br /&gt;I don't WANNA exam on my birthday. It's my BIRTHDAY. NO FAIR. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be 20. Yes 20. That means I'm going to start acting like an adult. In the past week, I've had at least three people tell me that I look younger than I am. I know, i KNOW that when I'm old, I'll appreciate it, but right now I don't like being told that I look like I should be in year 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bollocks is a highly underused word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was just speaking to Cholas on msn and he was telling me about a girl on MySpace who has asked for comments on her pictures, 5 days in a row. Nick asked if it was alright if he commented, but tole her how feral she was. I said 'Absolutely!' So this is the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/pictture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/pictture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is his response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/comment.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/comment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fair enough I say. Anyone who is a comment whore and constantly begs for gratification is crap. Yet another reason that i hate MySpace. It just breeds insecurity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly hurts =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nathan from work was shocked and appalled that I don't follow the football, so he elected me a team about a month ago. That team was the West Coast Eagles. and now they're playing in the final. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuhBye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115961544541485654?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115961544541485654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115961544541485654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115961544541485654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115961544541485654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/countdown-is-over-hooray_30.html' title='The countdown is over. Hooray!'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115950687123480744</id><published>2006-09-29T14:28:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:44:31.253+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the pressure, It's getting closer now</title><content type='html'>Well Sydney came and went. We had an awesome but tiring time. Stayed in the Novotel in Darling Harbour, which was right near the Exhibition Centre which is where the fair was. We had three days of looking at stall and products for mum to sell. We saw some really cool stuff, like this hoody which was blue and white striped with a skull and cross bones on the back =D Sadly it was made for babies only. Some people are going to have rockin little kids. We did lots of shopping, had cocktails YUM! and boughgt SHOES. I got two new pairs. I found about 5 that I liked, the two pairs in particular that I LOVED were both too big. One pair was a deep blue, high heels with black lace. The brand name was Juan, so I thought it was a DEFINITE sign... but they were definately too big! And the other pair were red with white spots =D oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have SO much work to do. It's freaking ridiculous. AND I have to work tonight. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, while I was away, Brumbys got broken into. They smashed the big glass shop front AND the window, threw some food around, and stole the bottom of the till (which had nothing in it). PLUS there is a 24hour Servo across the road, the manager from there got the registration of the car, AND they got a print from the door. Idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta be short coz I really need to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw The Devil Wears Prada last night. ROCKIN'! It;s so so good. To anyone who I promised I'd go see it with... I will happily see it again. Cool music, hot people, awesome setting, and so many shoes and clothes and bags =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH, it's like 18 hours till I can listen to new Evanescence *MASSIVE MANICALLY HAPPY GRIN FACE* YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrrrrrz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115950687123480744?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115950687123480744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115950687123480744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115950687123480744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115950687123480744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-feel-pressure-its-getting-closer_29.html' title='I can feel the pressure, It&apos;s getting closer now'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115950678850636735</id><published>2006-09-29T14:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:43:08.526+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the pressure, It's getting closer now</title><content type='html'>Well Sydney came and went. We had an awesome but tiring time. Stayed in the Novotel in Darling Harbour, which was right near the Exhibition Centre which is where the fair was. We had three days of looking at stall and products for mum to sell. We saw some really cool stuff, like this hoody which was blue and white striped with a skull and cross bones on the back =D Sadly it was made for babies only. Some people are going to have rockin little kids. We did lots of shopping, had cocktails YUM! and boughgt SHOES. I got two new pairs. I found about 5 that I liked, the two pairs in particular that I LOVED were both too big. One pair was a deep blue, high heels with black lace. The brand name was Juan, so I thought it was a DEFINITE sign... but they were definately too big! And the other pair were red with white spots =D oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have SO much work to do. It's freaking ridiculous. AND I have to work tonight. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, while I was away, Brumbys got broken into. They smashed the big glass shop front AND the window, threw some food around, and stole the bottom of the till (which had nothing in it). PLUS there is a 24hour Servo across the road, the manager from there got the registration of the car, AND they got a print from the door. Idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta be short coz I really need to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw The Devil Wears Prada last night. ROCKIN'! It;s so so good. To anyone who I promised I'd go see it with... I will happily see it again. Cool music, hot people, awesome setting, and so many shoes and clothes and bags =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH, it's like 18 hours till I can listen to new Evanescence *MASSIVE MANICALLY HAPPY GRIN FACE* YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrrrrrrz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115950678850636735?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115950678850636735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115950678850636735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115950678850636735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115950678850636735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-feel-pressure-its-getting-closer.html' title='I can feel the pressure, It&apos;s getting closer now'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115899921907628500</id><published>2006-09-23T17:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:43:39.093+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Clancy</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how one look can totally trash your beliefs in who you are and what you stand for? One look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work today, standing behind the front counter cleaning the display cabinets when a snazzy dark grey sports car pulled up almost directly outside the shop. Out got this gorgeous girl, perfectly made up, in jeans and high boots and a cool jacket. She was tall, and her long curly hair was out and controlled; pretty. As I watched her move around the other side of the car, she looked up at me, and smirked. Suddenly, I knew who she was, and with that one smirk, everything I stand for seemed to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;She and her mother walked into the cafe next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the little sister of one of the boys my brother was friends with at primary school. She's about 15. She is a miniature of her mother, who has pushed her all her life. She's a model and is in the Advertiser frequently. She's also a little shit. And has been since she was 5. BUt when she smirked at me, I knew what success meant to her. I definiately wasn't it. I was in a bakery on a Friday afternoon, cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, she raced into the store, and said "ummm beesting. and a cream bun" which I proceeded to give her. "Mum thinks I'm in the bathroom thowing up" and then she ate them both, cramming them into her mouth faster than I've ever seen anyone eat. Wiping the cream from her face, with the back of her hand, she smiled, said thanks, and walked back into the cafe. &lt;br /&gt;So maybe everything is not as it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO tomorrow morning I am off to Sydney for two days. YAY!! I'm excited, I'm going with my mummy and we are going to SHOP :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115899921907628500?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115899921907628500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115899921907628500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115899921907628500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115899921907628500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/clancy.html' title='Clancy'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115875727170796583</id><published>2006-09-20T21:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:31:12.060+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Ronnie and I went and saw John Tucker Must Die. Is it a coincidence that Tucker rhymes with fucker? I think not. Coz that's what this dude is. It is a standard teen movie that brings nothing new really. It was fun tho. It gets alot worse before it gets better. It has one of the chicks from One Tree Hill in it. And Ashanti apparently... And some cool music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm sick. AGAIN. My asthma sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided that September is music appreciation month. So far this month, I've only listened to my iPod on random, which means I've listened to everything from Ev, to the Whitlams, to Greenday, to Underoath, to Foo Fighters, to Panic! at the Disco. I love music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I love YOU more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115875727170796583?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115875727170796583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115875727170796583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115875727170796583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115875727170796583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-ronnie-and-i-went-and-saw-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115874998379871075</id><published>2006-09-20T20:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:29:43.813+09:30</updated><title type='text'>lonelygirl15</title><content type='html'>lonelygirl15 is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-goXKtd6cPo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-goXKtd6cPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about a girl called Bree. She is homeschooled, has very strict parents, and her only friend is an 18 year old guy named Daniel. The have been many conspiracy theories about Bree and her existance, such as the fact that she might be an Occultist as in one episode, Daniel goes to light a candelabra underneath a picture of famous Occultist Aleister Crowley. Also, Bree speaks of a special ritual that she is going to attend and also take part in, and claims that it is an honour to take part in such thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made about 10 or 11 videos before being outed as a fake. This revelation swept across the US, with evening news reports dedicated to it, and many many spoof videos emerging on YouTube. It seems to have missed Australia, but I thought it was quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;She and her 'friend' Daniel have made about 35 videos so far. It turns out that the entire project is fake. Bree is not a 16 year old home schooled girl, rather, she is actress Jessica Rose, a nineteen year old actress from new Zealand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonelygirl15 has been a media phenomenon - if there were systems in place to monetize these videos, the creators could have racked up huge profits. What’s not clear is whether the success of the show can be repeated: users bought into lonelygirl15 because it spoke to them on their level - professional shows that reveal themselves from the start are less likely to succeed, and YouTube users are now highly skeptical about the source of videos.&lt;br /&gt;The lonelygirl15 story is ballooning into a media hypefest, gaining unprecedented media coverage for YouTube. Yesterday the creators sparked a round of press reports by identifying themselves as Greg Goodfried, 27, of Los Angeles; Miles Beckett, 28, of Woodland Hills, California; Mesh Flinders, 26, of Petaluma, California, and Greg Goodfried, 27, of Los Angeles. Beckett, the geek of the group, met Flinders at a party - together with Goodfried, a lawyer, they recruited the actors to play Bree and her boyfriend. 19-year-old actress Jessica Rose, a New Zealander who recently moved to Los Angeles, got the lead role. They then began distributing the videos through YouTube and MySpace Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I suggest if you are ever bored, that you should check them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115874998379871075?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115874998379871075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115874998379871075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115874998379871075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115874998379871075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/lonelygirl15.html' title='lonelygirl15'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115819791043579362</id><published>2006-09-14T10:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:08:30.450+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bad</title><content type='html'>So I'm at uni, NOT going to my drama prac &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm in the Psych lab. I was printing off the lecture notes for my Bio and Learning Psych lecture that I have this afternoon, and I thought I'd print off all the other ones as well. At the end of each group of notes, he has a slide that says "End of Lecture 3 Thankyou for your attention" which just makes me feel horrible for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; paying attention! But I don't because he's boring. What a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;conundrum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could not love that word any more. It's awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just printed off a &lt;strong&gt;66 page&lt;/strong&gt; reading... Hello and goodbye to all those trees. I printed two to a page tho, so its really only 33... I still feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go and do some work. The poster sale is at my uni... w00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115819791043579362?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115819791043579362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115819791043579362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115819791043579362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115819791043579362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-bad.html' title='Feeling Bad'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115815769946068300</id><published>2006-09-13T23:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:58:19.603+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I gave myself a papercut whilst opening my pay slip. I suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115815769946068300?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115815769946068300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115815769946068300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115815769946068300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115815769946068300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-gave-myself-papercut-whilst.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115798538867140582</id><published>2006-09-11T20:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:06:28.846+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sepetember 11</title><content type='html'>I know that everyone is probably doing these posts today, but that's not going to stop me. Mainly because I think that my Sept. 11 experience was quite unique. &lt;br /&gt;Many of you who have spent any time around me will have heard me talk about the Mimili Immersion Trek I went on in year 9 and in year 10. It is a trip taken by a small group from the school and also a small group of student from other school, from Melbourne and Sydney etc. In four wheel drives and mini buses, we make the 12 hour trip to Marla, where we stayed overnight, them made the 3 hour trip into the winderness that is Mimili, a tiny Aboriginal community situated just inside the Northern South Australian border. The trip is an amazing experience, I honestly couldn't have nicer things to say about it. We spent 4 days in the Mimili community, sleeping under the stars (FREEZING!!), hanging with the kiddies, learning about local folklore, painting and gathering with the women (Honey ants are yummy!!) and generally exploring. After our time here, we drove on to Yulara, the resort type facility closest to Uluru. It was awesome, more sleeping under the stars, and finally a SHOWER and toilets that FLUSH! Plus we got to see Uluru at sunrise, onw of THE most beautiful things you will ever see. HOWEVER, after the sunrise trip in 2001, we were in the mini bus on the way back to camp, when one of the other mini buses stopped us in the other direction, telling us that the twin towers had been bombed. We drove back to the camp and put on the radio, our only form of news. As the reports started rolling in we could do nothing but stand there in shock. One of the girls in the group burst into tears as her father was a pilot and quite often flew to  America, we had no idea whether he was scheduled to fly that day. As we packed up in a dazed state, we wondered what it was like back in sleepy Adelaide, whether Australia was in any real danger, and what this meant for us. We made it to a nearby service station that had one pay phone, for aver 40 of us, and a tiny television which we crowded around, and what we saw shocked us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/plane2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/plane2s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/plane2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/plane2g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, a small group of us were reading the Tomorrow When the War Began series, about a group of teenage guerilla's fighting against an invading enemy. Suddenly it didn't seem so distant, suddenly it seemed alive and real, and possible. Yes we were 14 and 15 year old kids, but we were scared, and worried, and in the middle of nowhere, felt totally alone. The four army tanks sitting outside the service station didn't help either, and just made our imaginations even wilder. Needless to say, none of us slept that night, we were up until all hours talking about what might have happened... and watching people fall out of cars (we were still 14 year olds, stuff like that was hilarious, even with terror impending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where I was and what I was doing on that day 5 years ago. When I think of it like that, it seems like only last year, but then I think that since then, I did three more years of highschool, made and lost friends, sat exams, turned 18, graduated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; had a rocking Schoolies time, got accepted to and started uni, fell in love,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01372.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sat more exams, had very long holidays with an awesome road trip, started second year uni, sat more exams, and here I am. 5 years later. When I think of it like that, alot has happened in five years. Still no closer to finding the evil genius responsible for the 9/11 attack, but no more fearful than we were that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC00963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC00963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115798538867140582?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115798538867140582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115798538867140582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115798538867140582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115798538867140582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/sepetember-11.html' title='Sepetember 11'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115764506668815413</id><published>2006-09-08T01:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:34:26.700+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter - The Movie</title><content type='html'>This may be the FUNNIEST thing I've seen in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHhRemvtkpU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHhRemvtkpU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually ADDICTED to YouTube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some spare time, and braodband, I suggest you go to YouTube and type in 'Hope Is Emo' and watch her videos. She's awesome. "I'm really hurting, coz today I saw an eraser fall on the floor... all the words are gone, the words are DYING"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115764506668815413?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115764506668815413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115764506668815413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115764506668815413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115764506668815413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/harry-potter-movie.html' title='Harry Potter - The Movie'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115743858624769780</id><published>2006-09-05T15:53:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:13:06.266+09:30</updated><title type='text'>So You Give Up Every Chance You Get, Just To feel New Again</title><content type='html'>So this is the new layout. I'm mostly happy with it. I would like another sideboard on the right, I am a fan of the sideboard, but I don't know how without fucking everything else up. So that's the end of that chapter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesomely raining outside, which is great coz I have to go to work in like 20minutes and if its raining, then hopefully I won't have to serve anyone... at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are birds preening outside my window... PREENING. Goddamn birds. They're so creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have anything to say, just trying to waste time before going to work. WORK. Had lunch with Ronnie, Cholas and Oaties today. I love how all my uni friends have nicknames. RAWK. Ronnie and I had a map drawing competition. I maintain that I won. Ronnie put Africa UNDER China?!?!!! I will scan in some stuff later, like tomorrow, I have to go and get ready for SHMIRK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala I just put a scratch in our relatively new table... OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115743858624769780?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115743858624769780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115743858624769780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115743858624769780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115743858624769780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-you-give-up-every-chance-you-get_05.html' title='So You Give Up Every Chance You Get, Just To feel New Again'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115743857918816381</id><published>2006-09-05T15:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:12:59.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'>So You Give Up Every Chance You Get, Just To feel New Again</title><content type='html'>So this is the new layout. I'm mostly happy with it. I would like another sideboard on the right, I am a fan of the sideboard, but I don't know how without fucking everything else up. So that's the end of that chapter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesomely raining outside, which is great coz I have to go to work in like 20minutes and if its raining, then hopefully I won't have to serve anyone... at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are birds preening outside my window... PREENING. Goddamn birds. They're so creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have anything to say, just trying to waste time before going to work. WORK. Had lunch with Ronnie, Cholas and Oaties today. I love how all my uni friends have nicknames. RAWK. Ronnie and I had a map drawing competition. I maintain that I won. Ronnie put Africa UNDER China?!?!!! I will scan in some stuff later, like tomorrow, I have to go and get ready for SHMIRK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala I just put a scratch in our relatively new table... OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115743857918816381?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115743857918816381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115743857918816381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115743857918816381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115743857918816381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-you-give-up-every-chance-you-get.html' title='So You Give Up Every Chance You Get, Just To feel New Again'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115737753135472484</id><published>2006-09-04T23:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:15:31.370+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Paramore - Emergency</title><content type='html'>This is like... AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyet96WlAkk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gyet96WlAkk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing else, cept that I'm SORE and work today was actually okay, I had lots of visitors =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115737753135472484?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115737753135472484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115737753135472484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115737753135472484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115737753135472484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/09/paramore-emergency.html' title='Paramore - Emergency'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115694514963428091</id><published>2006-08-30T23:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:09:09.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'>.Too Stoned.</title><content type='html'>Today I listened to my iPod pretty much straight from about 11am til like 8 pm. Out of the 101 songs I listened to, I only skipped 2 songs. One was the "Yo Ho Pirates life" song that I wasn't the mood for, and I don't even know what the other one was. As someone who barely knows what's ON my iPod, I thought that was a pretty good deal. 99 awesome songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115694514963428091?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115694514963428091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115694514963428091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115694514963428091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115694514963428091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-stoned.html' title='.Too Stoned.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115691162316236316</id><published>2006-08-30T13:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:50:23.186+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>Everything's so blurry&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pre-occupied without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you &lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your doing&lt;br /&gt;imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;there's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;there's no-one left that's real&lt;br /&gt;to make up your own ending&lt;br /&gt;and let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cause I am lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115691162316236316?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115691162316236316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115691162316236316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115691162316236316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115691162316236316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115686602556175266</id><published>2006-08-30T00:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:34:59.350+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Religion Is A Sham...</title><content type='html'>[EDIT: This post has been deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats not fun.... Crying yourself to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115686602556175266?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115686602556175266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115686602556175266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115686602556175266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115686602556175266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/religion-is-sham.html' title='Religion Is A Sham...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115685851610016069</id><published>2006-08-29T22:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:05:16.826+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Several things - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm on the mend. Now I only have a blocked nose, and blocked ears. And a shitload of missed uni work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On Sunday, I didn't have to work, so I spent slept through what my normal shift would be, till midday, then spent the afternoon with my mummy. THEN when I got home, I turned into Martha Stewart (sans evil). I made pasta with tomato and meat sauce with boiled broccolini in lemon dressing. I made meringues with cream and strawberries and kiwi fruit AND I made cupcakes with pink icing. RAWK. Best. Dinner. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*John Mark Karr has been released because of a mismatching statement and non-matching DNA. NO FUCKING KIDDING.  The police are STOOPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Today was a good day, I had lunch with Ronnie and Oaties at uni and we played pool, and Steph and I professed our love for Oaties's rockin and feisty girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm what else?&lt;br /&gt;Not much really. The charity guy ar work tonight SHAT me hardcore, he arrived over an HOUR early and then got pissy coz I wouldn't shut the shop ten minutes early coz he was sick of waiting. And he bought along his skeezy son along, who I swear watched my EVERY move. *shudder* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do, so Ima gonna go do it. Cholas said I'm not allowed to say Ima. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamish and Andy are hilarious!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I end with some hot looking bands that I like. &lt;br /&gt;Paramore. YOUNG band, the lead singer is 17 and the oldest guy is 22. Punk with a hot chick singer. RAWK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.hopelessrecords.com/images/paramore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media.hopelessrecords.com/images/paramore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At The Disco. Also a youngt band, all 18 and 19 year olds. They had to kick out the bass player coz he couldn't play the songs =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f312/william_iero/030506/16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f312/william_iero/030506/16.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my very fave - Evanescence. I love that Amy has like, the same pose in both photos, even though they are at totally different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evanescence.xaper.com/eff_v04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://evanescence.xaper.com/eff_v04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one still has Ben Moody in it, before he got emo and went off to work with Avril Lavigne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wallpapers.skins.be/amy-lee/amy-lee-1024x768-21486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://wallpapers.skins.be/amy-lee/amy-lee-1024x768-21486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farther Away demo is AWESOME, its like, Farther Away but with extra bits!!! Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST go work. &lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115685851610016069?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115685851610016069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115685851610016069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115685851610016069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115685851610016069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-must-be-dreaming.html' title='I Must Be Dreaming'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f312/william_iero/030506/th_16.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115642491491915459</id><published>2006-08-24T22:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:38:34.933+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bloglie!</title><content type='html'>Today my bloglie turns 2! Yay for bloglie. I have been working on a new layout all day, but it still isn't ready to unveil. Hopefully it'll be up in the next few days. That'd be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm being treated for a secondary Respiratory Tract Infection. w00t. My body hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115642491491915459?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115642491491915459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115642491491915459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115642491491915459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115642491491915459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-bloglie.html' title='Happy Birthday Bloglie!'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115638610941052425</id><published>2006-08-24T11:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:38:18.586+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Me, Against The World... And The World Is Winning...</title><content type='html'>My body is definately rejecting the world. The penicilin isn't working, and I haven't felt well since Saturday. As with every sickness I ever have, it has moved to my chest which means mega asthma attacks ALL the time, and every time I cough, I cough up blood and what feels like my lungs =| not cool. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad its raining, it suits my mood. &lt;br /&gt;So it's another day in bed for me, with lots of tv. You would think this would be fun, but its really really not. I LOVE aching, having to blow my nose every three seconds, and not being able to breathe. RAWK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/02_StValentin_00_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/02_StValentin_00_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cool is this? It's a Cirque Du Soleil thingy. PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, who woulda thought that they replay last night's Neighbours episodeat 11:30 the next morning. How dumb. Neighbours is stupid, EVERYONE is a BOGAN. PLUS there is this young chick in it who is claiming to be going through her "Gothic" stage, and the last time I saw her on this, she was making her little boyfriend listen to her newfound "Gothic" music and he goes "Umm well I don't really think Good Charlotte are my thing" GOOD CHARLOTTE?!?!? The LEAST Gothic music there IS. The writers on this show are truly dumbasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go and watch Raise Your Voice with Hilary Duff. \mm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color =red&gt;&lt;font size=14&gt;EDIT&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/font color&gt; My doctor just called and told me "You're sicker than most people get, and that's worrying" Oh w00t. FARK I hate being sick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115638610941052425?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115638610941052425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115638610941052425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115638610941052425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115638610941052425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-me-against-world-and-world-is.html' title='It&apos;s Me, Against The World... And The World Is Winning...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115623159816186615</id><published>2006-08-22T13:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:56:38.220+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am stuck in bed. I woke up with a sore throat on Sunday morning, but went to work anyway, and slept away the afternoon. BUT when I woke up on Monday morning I felt like SHIT. I have tonsilitis or some virus or something. &lt;br /&gt;Blergh. So I'm in bed watching lame daytime teevee (Queer Eye and Oprah) and copious amounts of Sex and The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Chibi_commission___Misteh_by_celesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Chibi_commission___Misteh_by_celesse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ This is what Hermione from Harry Potter would look like if she was a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/The_Bride_by_rollagasper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/The_Bride_by_rollagasper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish I was talented and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/__uncomfortable___by_Fushigimidori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/__uncomfortable___by_Fushigimidori.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is creepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115623159816186615?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115623159816186615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115623159816186615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115623159816186615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115623159816186615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-i-am-stuck-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115582554613082352</id><published>2006-08-17T20:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:09:06.193+09:30</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Little Girl</title><content type='html'>So breaking news came through today about a ten year old murder mystery. It shocked the world, and after years of suffering and dead leads, it was believed that the case would never be solved. &lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the muder of six-year-old JonBenet Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/jonben-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/jonben-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty pageant winner was stunned with with a stun gun, suspected to be molested, and beaten over the head, before being strangled with a homemade garrot. She was suspected to be kidnapped, consistent with the ransom note left on the back stairs from the third floor to the second floor. The note asked for US$118,000, the exact same amount that John Ramsey received as his Christmas bonus. The not was found just after 5am when Patsy Ramsey woke up on Boxing Day, and not even 8 hours later, JonBenet was found in a cellar room, off the basement. She was found by her father just after 1pm. She was found with the home-made garrot still wrapped around her neck, her nightie was up around her torso and there was blood and semen in her underpants. Her eyes were open and and one arm was above her head, whilst the other was down by her side. Rigor Mortis had set in, and she was cold. This means she was dead when or soon after they found the ransom note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/jonben-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/jonben-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the case has been open since 1996, and due to massive mistakes by the local Boulder police, and stubborn-ness by the local detectives who refused to call in the big guns even though they were WAY over their head, no one was ever arrested. For a long time, the parents were the sole suspects, and this theory was further confirmed when the Ramseys refused to be interviwed for 5 months after the event, and furiously sheilded their 9 year old son from investigators, media and police questioning. (Mind you, when he was finally questioned, he faced a gruelling 6 hour straight interrogation.)&lt;br /&gt;However, in 2000 the Ramseys both passed lie detector tests, proving their innocence, although many still thought of them as killers. And hey, there were many theories that seemed well supported. The main one being that Patsy had killed her. thet theory goes that Patsy, a former beauty queen herself, was a hugely pushy stage mother (JonBenet is on record as saying that her trophies for winning the hoardes of child beauty pageants, were her mother's trophies, not hers), and that at the age of 6, JonBenet still wet the bed. Postulators thought that JonBenet had yet again wet the bed and Patsy had flown off the hook and killed her in a fit of rage. Other things pointed to the parents, such as the 3 and a half page ransom note (an intruder would have to be MIGHTY comfortable in that house, AND be certain that no one would come downstairs to find them, to sit and write a 3 page ransom note), "Clearly the kidnapper/murderer bought the note with them!" you say, BUT The note was written using pen and notepad found in the Ramsey kitchen. Also, the handwriting on the not did not match any of the suspects, including the Ramsey family. The ransom was US$118,000, the EXACT amount that John received. Also, a relatively small amount for a family that are multi millionaires. &lt;br /&gt;Another theory was that it was the dude that played Santa Claus at the annual Ramsey Christmas party. He told JonBenet that after Christmas she would get a special present. She told this to the mother of one her friends, and she thought the girl had just been mixed up, and asked her to clarify. JonBenet repeated with certainty that he said AFTER Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;It's a very mysterious case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Until now, I haven't looked anything up. GOD I'm SUCH a NERD! I have been following this case since it happened. Do you all SEE why I HAVE to get into Forensic Psychology!?!?!???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 24 hours, 41 year old John Mark Karr has been arrested in Thailand, after some suspicous emails to an investigator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://9news.com/media/2006August11083346/1a17fbf2-0abe-421a-01e9-6066181b8ff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://9news.com/media/2006August11083346/1a17fbf2-0abe-421a-01e9-6066181b8ff1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Karr revealed to the invesigator, details of the crime that were never released to the public or the media. Karr is a former primary school teacher who was looking for simlar work in Thailand. He has come out as saying that it was a kidnap gone wrong, and that he loved her. However, as of yet, there is no obvious connection between the Ramsey family and Karr, who denied to comment over how he knew them. Karr has previously been in jail for child pornography. So yeah, he's a sick bastard. It's weird. Why now? Why then? WHy her? Somethings still don't fit into place for me. &lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I think he's too scrawny to strangle someone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Little Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115582554613082352?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115582554613082352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115582554613082352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115582554613082352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115582554613082352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/rip-little-girl.html' title='R.I.P. Little Girl'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115562020353287629</id><published>2006-08-15T14:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:06:43.543+09:30</updated><title type='text'>La La</title><content type='html'>So today, I was at uni, having lunch with two of my favourite boys, Cholas and Ootes. As we do, we were talking about boobs, for quite a while. Then I look up to see a girl I went to both primary and high school with, looking at me. She waved and then left. It was strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to change my blog layout again. That would be good. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115562020353287629?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115562020353287629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115562020353287629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115562020353287629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115562020353287629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-la.html' title='La La'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115551701799283543</id><published>2006-08-14T10:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:26:58.006+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Burning Up</title><content type='html'>I LOVE LOVE LOVE winter... in fact it is raining right now, and wow, that's such a great thing to wake up to... BUT yesterday I went to the beach. And it was warm, and sunny, and peaceful and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1412/640/Australia%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1412/640/Australia%20067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for our massive end of year holidays, hanging out on the beach. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good. I can't describe or understand it. Given last night. But I'm happy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115551701799283543?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115551701799283543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115551701799283543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115551701799283543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115551701799283543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/burning-up.html' title='Burning Up'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115478253100793124</id><published>2006-08-05T22:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:25:32.040+09:30</updated><title type='text'>AN ACTUAL ZOMGASM</title><content type='html'>First, this is a cool preview thing made by someone. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8d8i8zeQNqM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8d8i8zeQNqM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new Evanescence video, for their new song, Call Me When You're Sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfH063MVWbc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfH063MVWbc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually in love. I WISH my life looked like this. Everything is all gothic and old, and gorgeous. I WILL live in a castle. Or at least a manor. Plus Wolfie, the guy at the other end of the table... he's a spunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO excited about their new album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not going to apologise to those of you on dial up, coz seriously dudes, shouldn't you have upgraded by now? =P&lt;br /&gt;Joking. If you wanna see it,m check it out at uni or sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115478253100793124?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115478253100793124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115478253100793124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115478253100793124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115478253100793124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/actual-zomgasm.html' title='AN ACTUAL ZOMGASM'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115444237265693702</id><published>2006-08-01T19:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:56:12.900+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Whispering Fingertips</title><content type='html'>To all those who think I am hardcore... this is what my bed looks like right now... SO SO NOT hardcore... I'm SUCH a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/400/P1010077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes even my towel matches my pink blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explained the term 'Derwent Girl' to me recently. They are those girls you go to school and uni with, They're always immaculately dressed, not a hair out of place, perfect skin, and a set of perfectly sharpened Derwent pencils. Every girl wants to be this girl. They are also usually private school girls. &lt;br /&gt;Lately I have noticed a new breed. They are typically, Derwent Girls, but with less class. There is one particular girl who is in my Psych classes. She walks in 20 minutes late, and instead of sitting in the back, she walks right to thr front and sits down noisily. she wears pearls in her ears, but dresses like a total dag. I don't get it. She's definately a private schooler, has heaps of money, yet wears uggs, old trackies and a holey jumper to uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgZvGwZPk1k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgZvGwZPk1k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; THIS is awesome.... Even though it's only pictures, they are really cool pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115444237265693702?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115444237265693702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115444237265693702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115444237265693702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115444237265693702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/08/whispering-fingertips.html' title='Whispering Fingertips'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115380718066950242</id><published>2006-07-25T15:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:35:33.296+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>10 seconds left until midnight&lt;br /&gt;9 chances to drown ourselves in black and white&lt;br /&gt;8 faces turned away from the shock&lt;br /&gt;7 windows and &lt;br /&gt;6 of them are locked&lt;br /&gt;5 storeys falling&lt;br /&gt;4ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers to the mirror, now there are  &lt;br /&gt;2 of us, can we have &lt;br /&gt;1 last dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked at Brumbys, close shift which is 4:30 til 7:30. I had some visitors, which is always good. Sarah came in and we had a good talk, also UniTom's mum came in and spoke to me about my course; Tom's little sister is thinking about doing the same thing. Speaking of my course. A guy came into Brumbys today. A guy I used to be friends with. Really good friends. We would sit, with another two guys, on those wooden pyramid things at Primary school in the playground, and give each other hickeys. It was pretty fun. Me and a friend also busted him out of After School Care one time, when I was in high school, and went shopping. He used to live several streets away from me, and we would catch up and sit on the swings at the local park for hours, talking until it was well after dark. Good times. It was good to see him again, he looked fantastic. He's also studying Psychology, at my uni. Its creepy how people come around again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else has been happening?&lt;br /&gt;Last week my brother and I went to visit my Grandma in Shepparton (Think SPC Fruit) in Victoria. It was an 11 hour bus ride *groan* Still it was good to see my Grandma. And we got to catch up with my Aunty and my cousin, who is pregnant! Yay! Hehe her and her husband call the unborn baby Quiche.&lt;br /&gt;Suzy (my cuz) was making quiche at home, when she rang up her husband to tell him she was pregnant. He asked her "How long will it take?" and she replied "45 minutes". He was like, "Not the quiche, the baby!" Funny story. Their last name is Turton, and people keep asking them what they are going to name the baby. Suzy replies Tina if its a girl (Tina Turton) and Vladmir if its a boy. She is a teahcer and a kid in her class called Errol wants her to name the baby after him =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;Font Size =14&gt;&lt;font color =white&gt; I LOST MY PHONE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font size&gt; So if any of you think I am rude for not replying to sms messages or phone calls, it's not my fault!! A guy in Albury has it and is *supposed* to be sending it to me thins week. However, I am doubtful of getting it back. If you need me, email me at cait.hadrill@gmail.com, or message Juan. Also my hotmail can't be accessed from my home computer, so email at the gmail address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I love it when it rains and its sunny&lt;br /&gt;2 - I love Broccolini and Chinese Broccoli. Go Green Vegies!&lt;br /&gt;3 - I love being in the car with the heater on and the window down&lt;br /&gt;4 - I am supposed to be cleaning my room right now&lt;br /&gt;5 - I think the above lyric is one of the best I've ever seen/heard. I love the way it looks, reads and sounds. I think it's clever.&lt;br /&gt;6 - I think 'fucker' is a great word.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Sometimes I wish I had a Lizzie Maguire-esqe cartoon concsience animation that some people could see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/800x600_AnimatedLizzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/800x600_AnimatedLizzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Except I would have dark brown hair, and boobs and a butt. But you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;8 - I love the way my feet look in socks, and in shoes, but otherwise think they look ugly. &lt;br /&gt;9 - I think my friends are hilarious, even when they don't mean to be. While cleaning my room this week, i found a note (by which I mean piece of A4 paper) that Mia and I had used to insult each other during an English lesson. It's pretty immature, but still funny to me. &lt;br /&gt;10 - I love love love to sing and dance around my room when no ones home. I do it at Brumbys too when no one else is there. &lt;br /&gt;11 - I love boys. I think they're fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;12 - I once appeared in the Canberra Times, with two pictures. It was hot. I was 5 and was wearing a kilt.&lt;br /&gt;13 - I'm SO not as hardcore as people think I am&lt;br /&gt;14 - I am listening to a cry Baby Emo Kids Podcast and they are talking about some girls nine year old sister and how she is going to become a whore.&lt;br /&gt;15 - I love the word whore. &lt;br /&gt;16 - I am BORED.&lt;br /&gt;17 - I love Juan. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - The first gig I went to was the B*Witched concert when I was 11 or twleve. I got two free tickets with the cd. &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsystem.com/img/photos/a183bwitched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lyricsystem.com/img/photos/a183bwitched.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - I love shoes and bags. A trait I got from my mother. &lt;br /&gt;21 - Doing this makes me feel lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have 12 months each with a different amount of days? Surely it would make more sense to have 13 months, all with 28 days... and one left over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. this is funny. It's SO fecking random. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs11.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so obviously this post has been in the works for over a week. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got a new phone this morning. It's like this. It's PINK!! I still have the same number, so thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://threestore.three.co.uk/images/LG-U890-pink_offerpage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://threestore.three.co.uk/images/LG-U890-pink_offerpage.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing ever. Yesterday at work Sarah, Leah and I had a bread slicing competition. Whoever slices, bags and ties the most loaves of bread in a minute wins. Leah won. Athough, when I mentioned it to Dana, she took the idea to a whole other level. We drew up a chart and every day, two girls face off. Until there is one ultimate champion bread slicer. Ah, work, so much &lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is back, as of yesterday, and I think I'm going to like it. So far I have had lectures in Social Psych and Biological and Learning Psych, both of which seem really interesting. In BaLP, we are doing a trip to the zoo :D Yay! to study Bisons and Bongos. RAWK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's about it. Y'all. Saw Ronnie, Ootes and Cholas today. Cholas has a porn star moustache. It's hot. Even Luke likes it.  &lt;br /&gt;BOYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Nick, you're right. Stick It was an AWESOME movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/1dc1902b0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/1dc1902b0.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/1dc2901d0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/1dc2901d0.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/stick_it.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/stick_it.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/1dbf90160.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/1dbf90160.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe "It's not called Gym-NICE-stics" &lt;br /&gt;"Too much rock for ONE hand!" Such a rockin movie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115380718066950242?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115380718066950242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115380718066950242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115380718066950242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115380718066950242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115202193662694951</id><published>2006-07-04T22:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:35:36.706+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Write Me Of, Coz I'd Rather Starve Now...</title><content type='html'>It's weird how things don't work out the way you think they will. Even when you're so sure that you have things sussed, they change so dramatically. And the people you expect to be there, and to care, suddenly aren't and don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115202193662694951?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115202193662694951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115202193662694951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115202193662694951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115202193662694951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/07/write-me-of-coz-id-rather-starve-now.html' title='Write Me Of, Coz I&apos;d Rather Starve Now...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115141530170035674</id><published>2006-06-27T22:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:05:01.766+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Jump &amp; Scream In A Stadium, Full Of Australians</title><content type='html'>TRAVESTY! That is what last night was. Juan, Steph, Denley, Tate, Thuc, Nina, Ron, Raffy and Moi ventured to the Casino to watch Australia kick some Italian butt in the World Cup. The atmosphere was great and there were so many people there, in particular, many a skank with shirts that were half Italy and half Australia, that said "I win either way". LAME. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatley a very poor umpiring decision cost Autralia the game. I know someone who used to be a FIFA referee, and she spoke to the head of refs at FIFA who said it was abysmal and that the upiring thus far had been less than satisfactory. So it's good to know that it's not just Australians being poor sports or feeling hard done by. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else to say, didn't get home till after 4:30 and so slept til like 2:30. I'm still so so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115141530170035674?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115141530170035674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115141530170035674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115141530170035674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115141530170035674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanna-jump-scream-in-stadium-full-of.html' title='I Wanna Jump &amp; Scream In A Stadium, Full Of Australians'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115103697604727236</id><published>2006-06-23T11:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:03:16.716+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Much Like Falling</title><content type='html'>Yergh! I have to post simply because I am sick of seeing those disgusting boobs every time I open a browser window. For interest, which of the two do you guys find more offensive? Personally I can't decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Font Size=16&gt;&lt;font color =red&gt; Warning: Rant &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Follows &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/Font Size&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate. Some girls I am *lucky* enough to know, all have MyShits, I have discovered today. Ok, this is fine, I mean, I can't control them, I don't want to. BUT they ALL have profiles saying, "Oh, my fave bands are lyke," and then...&lt;br /&gt;Funeral For a Friend&lt;br /&gt;Hatebreed&lt;br /&gt;liability of my own&lt;br /&gt;In Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Drive&lt;br /&gt;Jonestown Syndicate&lt;br /&gt;Radio sound salvation&lt;br /&gt;wish for wings&lt;br /&gt;it dies today&lt;br /&gt;cry murder&lt;br /&gt;bleeding through&lt;br /&gt;poison the well&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu&lt;br /&gt;Throwdown&lt;br /&gt;With Dying Words&lt;br /&gt;narzarite vow&lt;br /&gt;Bullet for my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;killswitch engage&lt;br /&gt;From First To Last&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;I killed The Prom Queen&lt;br /&gt;as i lay dying&lt;br /&gt;bury your dead&lt;br /&gt;between the buried and me&lt;br /&gt;iron maiden&lt;br /&gt;skid row&lt;br /&gt;prevail&lt;br /&gt;avenged sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;Bloodsport&lt;br /&gt;through closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;stronghold&lt;br /&gt;underoath&lt;br /&gt;Behind Crimson Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Haste The Day&lt;br /&gt;Norma Jean&lt;br /&gt;Red Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color =red&gt; Yeah Fucken Right!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This particular version of the list (which is virtually the same on all their profiles) is from a girl I knew in when I was in Year 12. She was into RnB, like alot, and pop music in general. In the space of less than 2 years she is now full hardcore? NO WAY. It's bullshit. Usually I try not be snobby about music. But FUCK. They try so hard to fit in with the other emo/hardcore kids on MyShit. It's SO LAME. I bet they wouldn't know a single Iron Maiden or Atreyu song. I BET. I FORGIVE them for having With Dying Words on their lists because the band actually goes to Merc. But otherwise I consider them scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color =pink&gt; End Rant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it really. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Font Size=16&gt;&lt;font color =Yellow&gt; Rock on to the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/Font Size&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Font Size=16&gt;&lt;font color =Green&gt; Socceroos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/Font Size&gt; who last night(early this morning) secured a spot in round two by drawing with Croatia. They play Italy on Tuesday morning. By then my exams will be over, so I'll be able to watch. Should be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115103697604727236?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115103697604727236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115103697604727236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115103697604727236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115103697604727236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/much-like-falling.html' title='Much Like Falling'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115080685236380904</id><published>2006-06-20T21:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:04:12.420+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Boobies</title><content type='html'>One down, one more to go. It was hard but I think I did okay. Umm, not much else to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have found you some photos of boobs that i think you WON'T like... Like, if you DO like them, then, wow. and Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/chelsea_charms_huge_boobs_silicone_tits_yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/chelsea_charms_huge_boobs_silicone_tits_yellow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/boobs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115080685236380904?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115080685236380904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115080685236380904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115080685236380904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115080685236380904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/boobies.html' title='Boobies'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115026973349962027</id><published>2006-06-14T16:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:52:13.536+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ashes</title><content type='html'>So, I think everyone should do what I do, and subscribe to a podcast. One in particular that I reccommend is the Cry Baby Emo Kids podcast. Jay and Andy are two teenage American emo kids who podcast every week about emo music, being emo, MyShit (read: MySpace), annoying parents and other very important emo issues.  It's pretty hilarious, I gotta say. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to do a podcast. Any takers? We can be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, everyone is studying right now, and I have a tip. If you need a bit more study time, there is a way you can study in the shower. First, write notes you want to study on a piece of A4 paper. next, place said piece of paper inside a plastic sleeve. Seal with sticky tape. Then, use sticky tape to tape sleeve inside the shower. Get naked. (Or keep clothes on, depending on showering preferences). Turn water on. Wash and read and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Size=20&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;Go The Socceroos&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/Font Size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Angus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to Bakers Delight Date Scones. This is bad for SO many reasons...&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for some new music, may I suggest the album North by Something Corporate. It makes me feel good in the panties. Not really, but it's totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This post was much funnier the first time. I had to restart it because stupid Safari dropped. Yargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115026973349962027?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115026973349962027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115026973349962027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115026973349962027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115026973349962027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/ashes.html' title='Ashes'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-115019703919186139</id><published>2006-06-13T20:16:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:40:39.290+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Week That Is...</title><content type='html'>So, this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Webster and her new breast implants are gracing this weeks cover of Zoo Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;She has gone from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Nikki%20Pic_Sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Nikki%20Pic_Sitting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Pic20LARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Pic20LARGE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sundaytimes.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,1658,5143814,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.sundaytimes.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,1658,5143814,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week... well nothing really. I just wanted to say that I am outraged by the Nikki Webster thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, Yay for the Socceroos, they had a nice last minuite win over Japan last night in Germany. &lt;br /&gt;Later dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-115019703919186139?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/115019703919186139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=115019703919186139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115019703919186139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/115019703919186139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-that-is.html' title='The Week That Is...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114958726280561422</id><published>2006-06-06T18:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:17:49.040+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onin.com/sc/scmiru/bg_winterscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onin.com/sc/scmiru/bg_winterscene.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so clear when its cold. &lt;br /&gt;I like it. It's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is boring in the blogosphere at the moment. I guess everyone is busy getting assignments in and studying for exams, which are coming closer. I've already done one of them, and have two more in the actual exam period. Excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114958726280561422?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114958726280561422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114958726280561422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114958726280561422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114958726280561422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-seems-so-clear-when-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114921563792733243</id><published>2006-06-02T10:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:03:58.076+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Teen Scenes and Drama Queens</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I was sitting in the Psych Orgy Lab (Read: Computer Lab for Psych students), working on my Case Study, and talking to Jenkins on msn. My Study was about adolescents, and eating disorders. Fortunately, I got some help from some experts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey...It's teen-queen Mischa Barton, here. Whattup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Misha Barton wouldn't say whattup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FRAUD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you talking to me? I'm on that show with the Phantom Planet theme song!!! It's like, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm no fraud. I'm like, incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult being Mischa Barton, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I go whole days without a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;whoa. That's like almost third world standards! You should speak to someone about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;like, how could anyone treat you like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you are, like amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I, like...know. 'N stuff. Becasue I'm really, amazingly delicate. My man-servant, Rico-Piers, has to do everything for me. And I mean, EVERYTHING. yesterday, I accidentally smacked him in the head reachng for some Manolos on a high shelf. I also broke one of his ribs. I don't know how these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you're like, the next naomi campbell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;although, you are like 8 ft tall, so the high shelf shouldn't really be a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;are you like, heaps intellect, 'n shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;No! I didn't do it deliberately!!! Just like, when he scorched my favourite Marcs Jeans, I didn't mean to burn him with the iron. I accidentally tripped over the cord and it him in the face. For about three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;are you anorexic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I eat HEAPS. Like, sometimes, I eat lettuce AND celery. That's only when I really pig out though. It's like, a comfort thing, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;so you're not. Great. Put me on to someone who is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Is Lindsay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll go get her, Lindsay...I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*shuffling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*vomiting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*shuffling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY! What'dyou want bitch? It's freaking Lindsay Lohan, 'aigght!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;aight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;so youo're anorexic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I eat Tic Tacs, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;ti&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;so, can you help me with my case study, its about you and your friends, who eat shit all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to know so&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; statistics, and also any organisations who are trying to get their greasy mits on you to try and "help" you. Read: stuff you with fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat shit. I, you know...am, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you are shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...People tryna help? We-ell. Mischa has this annoying lackey named Rick something who trys to make me eat LETTUCE all the time. I mean, lettuce! Seriously!!! Like I'm some fat-arsed pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, you're useless. Go get Mary Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;OK. Hold on, she's in the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*trips over Stavros Niarchos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*shuffles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*yells*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;why do they all shuffle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, Mary-Kate...Get yo' scrawny ass over here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*shuffles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;...Hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm really skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Just typing is seriously straining me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, what are your thoughts on the fact that your sister is hotter than you, does it bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;What'dyou want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Um...Beauty and the appreciation of it are really subjective things. Like, mabe ninety percent of people think Ashley is hottest, but I'm sknnier than Nicole Richie, and am therefore the hottest thing on two emaciated legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ah i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Ashley doesn't put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;now, you went to rehab, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, i heard it was the other way around... you had your edge with the anorexia thing, and Ashley got her edge by being a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit in a circle and say life-affirming self esteemy things. Someone said, "Hey...Mary-Kate, I really liked you in 'New York Minute' and didn't think you sucked at all'. I thought that was really sweet. And Ashley is a sad-ass liar. She doesn't put out at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;We also did that sex therapy thing, where you wear a band around your wrist and snap it everyti&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; you have a negative, anorxia type thught. But, the first time I tryed that, I fractured my bony-ass wrist and had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I only just saw this..." why do they all shuffle?"...GOOD pont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;all my ponts are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;They are. When I lost weight, my ponts disappeared altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;We're both on anti-growth hormones, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;instead of snapping bands, they should have had you snapping your extremities. You be the judge of how bad the thought is and snap a bone accordingly. "Eww food" = a finger. "Oh my fucking god, i am such a fat arsed, tubby grubby, lard slurping feral" = a leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;That's so totally right!!! Like, wow. You totally understand. You're such a good listener. I think the reason I'm a bony, miserable-lookin' pseudo-bohemian weirdo is becasue I'm under constant pressure and none listens to me, plus, I'm competing with my sister constantly so it's like totally a cry for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Lindsay just bit me, the slag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;well, a compliment is due, you are much better to talk to than Mischa Barton and Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe she was hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;she's probly used to sucking chicken bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the flavour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I kicked her bony-ass face. She's going down later. I'm gonna steal her ugly boyfriend. That guy we all pass around...oh, what's his name...cisco adler??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;he must like fucking skeletons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;does he work at the Ghost Ride at the fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;That's cause he's a little prick. I mean, he's got a--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Lindsay just tripped over her own stupid, saggy butt. It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i imagine so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i also imaging it will be in next weeks Who magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's crying now. She can't afford to lose any of that water weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know that freakin' massive tote I carry around all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;That's got a life coach in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;An actual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;does he help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Not really. He mostly just eats the change I drop in there. I don't think therapy is the answer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;apparently not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I do watch Doctor Phil, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should go to a resort where they only serve hot chips and chiko rolls, and you aren't allowed any fun until you've eaten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Dr Phil is hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;He's hot. I'm looking for a father figure because my greedy, fame-hungry parents denied me love and affection as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;but what about your onscreen parents from Full HOuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;They beat me. Plus, Ashley was the favourite...cause she put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Actually, um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I retract that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;when she was 18 months old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Just gross and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;good, i didnt want to go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyway. Ashley's a moll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hot. I'm gonna take off my massive jacket. Just a sec. This could be dangerous. I might break an arm or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;be careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty short of breath now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought, as an anorexic, you would have severe reactions to the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;*shuffles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I do. But the downy hair all over me helps a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;What? That's totally, technically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;It's a known side-effect, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;How abut I give you more examples of famous twins with eating disorders. Would that help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon had an eating disorder, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;go for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Um...Former Playboy centrefolds Shaye( or Shane) and Sia used to lock themselves away for days at a time, and destroy all available foods with detergents etc. so that they couldn't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;They realised they were slowly killing themselves. I think they're on the motivational speaker circut now. I could totally do that too. Like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;like, wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;You should look them up, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;playboy+sia+twins+eating disorder might do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;just don't go to porno sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;actually they were bulimic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;So, that doesn't help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I thought I was helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I am so, like...not blimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Bulimc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shaneandsiabarbitwins.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;B-U-L-I-M-I-C.  I'm a suck-ass typst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;typist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;They truly care about people and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Shane! I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Are you being sarcastic now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;its from their site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AnorexiaAnon&lt;/b&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I read an interview with them a coupla years ago that I found to be really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was a good, but totally useless conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/annarexia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/annarexia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/lindsay_lohan-nicole_ritchie_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/lindsay_lohan-nicole_ritchie_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just gross. But check out the fake boobies! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/16679.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/16679.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114921563792733243?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114921563792733243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114921563792733243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114921563792733243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114921563792733243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/06/teen-scenes-and-drama-queens.html' title='Teen Scenes and Drama Queens'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114907567025721537</id><published>2006-05-31T18:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:13:54.390+09:30</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE a virgin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = "FF33CC"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Listening To:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "33FF99"&gt;Taking Back Sunday &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = "FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Make Damn Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Cute Without The E &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "33FF99"&gt;Papa Roach &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = "FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Black Clouds &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "33FF99"&gt;Head Automatica &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = "FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Tip Your Hooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Beating Heart Baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from our apartment on the 12th floor. On the right is the old Dimaru building, which is now all shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040892.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loungeroom... Yeah it took us like 30 seconds to mess it up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040887.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040909.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this photo is cut out and stuff, I like it. The lighting is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040905.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040923.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinders Street Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1050030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1050030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan and his daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1040941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1040941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimaru building at night. It looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1050022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1050022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1050001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1050001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the boy and I played poker, cept we only had cards, no chips, and not enough m&amp;m's to play properly, so we used cutlery! Juan is a genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1050024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1050024.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my aunty and uncle. They took us to a place called KokoBlack, an amazing chocolate shop. We went upstairs and sat in these HUGE brown leather couches, and had delicious desserts. I had a martini glass full of rich belgian chocolate mousse, with choc shavings and a chocolate stick. YUMMER! This shop is FAR superior to MaxBrenner, another chocolate shop in Melbourne. I asked my cousin about it and he said, "Yeah, they have a big range, but it kind of reminds me of McDonalds, no class." Shazaam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.visitvictoria.com/content/2005/Apr/Koko-Black_ShSec_R_280x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www3.visitvictoria.com/content/2005/Apr/Koko-Black_ShSec_R_280x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KokoBlack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.visitvictoria.com/content/2005/Apr/MaxBrenner_ShSec_R_280x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www2.visitvictoria.com/content/2005/Apr/MaxBrenner_ShSec_R_280x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MaxBrenner&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not great pictures, but the internet is useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Melbourne was awesome, I did WAY too much shopping, bought two new rockin bags. I think I'm addicted. &lt;br /&gt;Jo's fancy night was cool too. I like getting all dressed up, we are such a good looking group! =P I postulate (isn't that such a cool word? I've been using it heaps in my assignments) that we do it again sometime, SOON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it, its time for bed, I have work tomorrow morning, Blergh. But then drama, which is super fun. and then gym, which is okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114907567025721537?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114907567025721537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114907567025721537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114907567025721537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114907567025721537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-virgin.html' title='YOU&apos;RE a virgin.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114819817476646045</id><published>2006-05-21T16:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:26:14.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>endless requiem</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of very mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was The Boy and my 1 year anniversary. I love him more and more every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/65000129/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/65000129_bbfaabe24f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="The Boy and Me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then way down the other end of the emotion scale...&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if, your parents were away on an overseas holiday, you, living with friends, check round at the family home every few days, make sure your two brothers are okay, and everything is going smoothly. On Tuesday, you get a call, your younger brother is missing, he didn't come home from the gig the night before. Skip forward to Friday, little brother still missing, and you go into the shed... to find him hanging from the rafters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to a friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the same age as my baby brother, same music tastes, same friends. And everyone is asking why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/682705490_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/682705490_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Abe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your pain has ceased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114819817476646045?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114819817476646045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114819817476646045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114819817476646045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114819817476646045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/endless-requiem.html' title='endless requiem'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114782812481559203</id><published>2006-05-15T21:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:38:44.856+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Deathly Silence</title><content type='html'>Tonight on Four Corners, there was a story about &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/4corners/content/2006/s1636278.htm"&gt; Campbell Bolton&lt;/a&gt; . Just over a year ago, Campbell committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;While the exact reasons why he did so, aren't clear, he was gay, and struggled with that fact, and more importantly, he was taking Oratane, without his parents knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I mention, because I once took Oratane. It's a form of Roaccutane, the miracle drug, used to clear up acne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oratane.com.au/login.asp"&gt; Oratane &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realise that this is just the login page, but look at the shiny happy people. Whilst this is the common perception of roaccutane, I think that the truth needs to be told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oratane has been the cause of many "accidents". While it is hailed as a miracle cure, its also very dangerous. It can cause depression, which can lead to suicide. When I was taking it, there were times when I felt massively depressed for no particular reason... But I was a mild case. I know someone else who also took the drug, this person seemed fine on the outside, until one day I saw them with four massive cuts in their fore arm. They felt that there was no other way to express their unhapiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Oratane for fixing my skin, but sometimes I wonder if it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;It's a scary scary thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114782812481559203?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114782812481559203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114782812481559203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114782812481559203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114782812481559203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/deathly-silence.html' title='A Deathly Silence'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114748481442783951</id><published>2006-05-12T18:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:19:27.653+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/NewAlmForestHillPath_3-11-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/NewAlmForestHillPath_3-11-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I promised Cholas that I would post my dream on here, but due to many reasons, okay two, I didn't get to. The two reasons being that our phoneline was stuffed, therefore no internet, and me being sick with gastro. Yep, on Wednesday, it was like 'A new colour comes out fo Caitlin's mouth, every 10 minutes' I puked in technicoulour. I couldn't even keep down water and panadol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, back to my dream. There was a large group of us, all on our way to Tom's 21st (like real life) EXCEPT that instead of heading to the mighty comfy Saracen's Head, we had to trek up a large mountain, to a forest. Rock on to the Woodward's for living in a forest on top of a mountain. Anyway, so we got to the top, and the party started, and it was all great fun. But THEN, the bathroom door swung open and Mike Henry was beating up Cholas. Then Cholas ran away screaming (Yo, Nick, you were wearing a light blue jumper...do you HAVE one of those? Just checking...) So Juan, Steph, Kelly, Simon and I went running after Cholas, so we could make sure he was okay. &lt;br /&gt;I choose now to interject that I have a lot of dreams in the same places. So the next 'scene' if you will, of my dream, takes place in a place i have dreamt of before. Its like a big oval, high up on a mountain, surrounded by lush gardens on several levels. Its hard to describe, but its very pretty and peaceful. The gardens form a sort of semi circle around the oval, so you can sit on garden benches in the gardens and look down at the oval./Explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leics.gov.uk/beacon_hill_forest_gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.leics.gov.uk/beacon_hill_forest_gate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dream, we eventually found Cholas, sitting on a garden bench, and we tried to sneak up to him, but someone made a noise, and then he ended up seeing us, and off he took again. So we ran after him again, round a corner, and ended up in a cave, where Nick had joined a line of people in loin cloths and body paint and SPEARS! Nick shook his spear at us angrily, so we retreated and left him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was more to that dream, but now I can't remember. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114748481442783951?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114748481442783951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114748481442783951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114748481442783951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114748481442783951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114657584604042115</id><published>2006-05-02T22:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:47:26.130+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/raindrops.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Pristine%20Rain%20Forrest%20atop%20Mt.%20Scenery%202877%20feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Pristine%20Rain%20Forrest%20atop%20Mt.%20Scenery%202877%20feet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/raindrops.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/raindrops.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I finished uni, I went outside to walk home, and it started POURING with rain. It was awesome but COLD, and very very wet. By the time I got home, my clothes were so wet, I had to take them off, they were unwearable. Rock on for the incoming of winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114657584604042115?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114657584604042115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114657584604042115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114657584604042115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114657584604042115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114649504539582677</id><published>2006-05-01T21:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:20:46.370+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Middleton</title><content type='html'>Don't realy have a lot to say. But pretty pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the house we stayed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237853/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/138237853_86f598ad3b.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010036" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan went swiming, but it was a litlle chilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237857/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/138237857_3065257578.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010061" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my brother being STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237855/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/138237855_18504cdb39.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010049" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan's CHARMING 3D picture in the sand. Apparently he feels compelled to do it everywhere he goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237858/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/138237858_69daea8921.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010063" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Juan, as Pai May! *flick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237859/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/138237859_a78fabe0f7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010064" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138237856/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/138237856_92c5ead575.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1010056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scary stack of cards. I kicks JP's ass at poker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138294636/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/138294636_d155952ea2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1010105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few photos, you should pay attention to my brothers "Facial Forest". He hasn't shaved since the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138294637/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/138294637_5627698b72.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1010099" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my mother and brother having a pillow fight. Its like a kinky fantasy gone wrong. VERY wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138294638/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/138294638_d842d97dda.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1010098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138294640/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/138294640_2b8f5c4984.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1010096" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035724920@N01/138294641/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/138294641_7919f6e615.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy Boy. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114649504539582677?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114649504539582677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114649504539582677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114649504539582677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114649504539582677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/05/middleton.html' title='Middleton'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114586819640641987</id><published>2006-04-24T17:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:13:17.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = FF33CC&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Listening To:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;Panic! At The Disco &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = FFFFFF&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah's&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color = FFFFFF&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Phenomena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;HoneyBear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Fancy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;TZU &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = FFFFFF&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;In Front of Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;Gomez&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color = FFFFFF&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Shot Shot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;Lady Sovereign &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = FFFFFF&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uni is back this week, and I have started out nicely by not attending either my lecture or my prac today. BUT, after many a collision with a burping, sunscreen fragranced buddha Goal Keeper at netball last night, my neck is killing me, so I figure fair excuse. Plus, we ALMOST won, the final score was 11-10. AND AND AND I got best player. I never get best ANYTHING so I get to BRAG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is ANZAC day. I trust you will all take some time to reflect. I have to work from 1 till 5, which is bearable. Don't have uni again til Thursday, and then that's Scriptwriting, so it sould be good. A fairly easy first week back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me 2 and a half hours to eat a Cherry Ripe bar. That's a fricken long time. &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are ALL over the place. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'll post again when I have something to say. By the weekend I should have some pretty Middleton/Port Elliot piccies to put up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114586819640641987?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114586819640641987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114586819640641987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114586819640641987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114586819640641987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-shame-poor-grooms-bride-is-whore.html' title='What a shame the poor groom&apos;s bride is a whore'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114552530782737143</id><published>2006-04-20T17:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:58:28.326+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I have a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping The Boy at work today, I went around the corner to visit mum at work and buy her a coffee. After getting the coffee (Spilling it all over myself [BURNED LEG!!] and the car) mum showed me something that has me all confused. Today she received a letter from an Animal Rights company. They discovered that my mum is selling scarves made of rabbit fur. She prefaced with a letter explaining where she was from and why she was writing and that she was happy to talk about it. Its sounds nice enough right? But it was a totally bitchin' letter. My first reaction was "What a bitch! How dare she tell my mum what she can and can not put in her shop. She has no idea what she's talking about." Attached to the letter were three or four pages of pictures of rabbits in cages, being skinned alive, and having their throats slit. They were pretty graphic and violent pictures. And my thoughts were more along the lines of "Ick. Who would do that. It's so cruel." But THEN, I went back to thinking, you know, rabbits are pests, they have no real use, and these rabbits in particular are being BRED for their fur. It's like chickens and cows, being bred for their meat. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad person for thinking my mum should be able to do what she wants? Am I wrong in not being THAT affected by these pictures? I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114552530782737143?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114552530782737143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114552530782737143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114552530782737143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114552530782737143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114536203836206897</id><published>2006-04-18T20:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:37:18.480+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Alligators Eat People.</title><content type='html'>Well, seeing as you all suck at my taste in music, here are the answers. I guess alot of you haven't heard of these artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Murdered in the mosh - Son of Dork&lt;br /&gt;2 - Hi fi Killer - American hi fi&lt;br /&gt;3 - I Caught Fire - The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/zektones/the-used.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/zektones/the-used.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Summer Long - Killing Heidi&lt;br /&gt;5 - The Lights and the Buzz - Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;6 - The Door - silverchair&lt;br /&gt;7 - Bulimic - The Used&lt;br /&gt;8 - My Town - Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;9 - Bury Me In Black - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zone1061.com/pictures/wallpapers/mychemicalromance800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.zone1061.com/pictures/wallpapers/mychemicalromance800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - All Apologies - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;11 - Helena - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;12 - I'm Content With Losing - Underoath&lt;br /&gt;13 - Breakout - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;14 - Leave Me Alone - Killing Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.australiannetworkentertainment.com/Killing_Heidi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.australiannetworkentertainment.com/Killing_Heidi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Hate Every Beautiful Day - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;16 - Understatement - New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;17 - Niki FM - Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;18 - Dead Gardens - Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danceage.com/gallery/data/media/758/nightwish-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.danceage.com/gallery/data/media/758/nightwish-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - Scar - American Hi Fi&lt;br /&gt;20 - Burning Years - Story of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM. Yeah. So. What else?&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Ronnie, The Boy and I crashed Jenkins'zzz house to "watch movies" which ended up with us playing Flash games on Ebaums World. Like, the parking game! W00t! We also watched The Island. I actually liked it, surprising because I like neither Ewan McGregor OR Scarlett Johannson much. Getting home at 4:30am, we all crashed quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to the dentist today. Was entirely unexciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went shopping with my little brother today. We went to town, armed with mum's EFTPOS card, my credit card and full bellies (mmm Subway). We hit Just Jeans first, where Little Brother bought blue girls' skinny jeans, and a Farmer shirt. &lt;a href="http://www.justjeans.com.au/Images/Catalog/ProductImages/253009_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.justjeans.com.au/Images/Catalog/ProductImages/253009_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a grey top, its kind of strange. Yay for me finding a pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justjeans.com.au/Images/Catalog/ProductImages/191188_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.justjeans.com.au/Images/Catalog/ProductImages/191188_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has a weird tie thing at the back. I like it and its uber comfy! &lt;br /&gt;i ALSO went to barlow shoes to buy Black lo-cut Chucks for work, and low and behold! There were the Emerald Green Chucks I have been looking for for AGES. SO fo course. I bought them. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0001X2RYS.01-AP74B9DWTEE7F._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0001X2RYS.01-AP74B9DWTEE7F._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, wanna DO my own shoes. They're HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Midwest Trader. I finally got to see what it is like after their renovations. It's rockin'. I wish my bedroom looked like that. Little Brother bought new Chucks also, Camo ones, and we both got new socks. Rock on for SKULLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertwayne.com/ProductImages/converse/1Q107M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.robertwayne.com/ProductImages/converse/1Q107M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying stuff is so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT. Today I was ordered by my mother to purchase something. I did not want to buy said object. In fact, I felt physically ill at the thought of it. BUT,  it is a present for my cousin and was not my choice. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, today, I bought a James Blunt (*unt) cd. Yeuch! I feel dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114536203836206897?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114536203836206897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114536203836206897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114536203836206897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114536203836206897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/alligators-eat-people.html' title='Alligators Eat People.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114465667594151920</id><published>2006-04-10T16:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:47:59.213+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a Lame Lamb</title><content type='html'>Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. &lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font color =#CC0066&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - This song goes out to all the fakers, you won't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I wanna turn you on again, turn you around and maybe then, tune you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;strike&gt;Seem to stop my breath, my head on your chest waiting to give in &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt;I Caught Fire - The Used&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; JP &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I am just a dreamer, you are just my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I'm coming home from my hardest year, I'm making plans not to make plans while I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Could've been like before, could've had to lock the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;strike&gt;From the way that you acted, to the way that I felt it &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt; Bulimic - The Used &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; Cholas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Streetlights look like ribs on my block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - I said "we'll drown our misery tonight" I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;strike&gt;What else should I be, all apologies &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt;All Aplogies - Nirvana&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; JP &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 -&lt;strike&gt; Long ago, just like the hearse you died to get in again &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt;Helena - My Chemical Romance&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; JAmes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Like I said, leave your baggage at the back door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - &lt;strike&gt;You make me dizzy, running circles in my head &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt;Breakout - Foo Fighters&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; Bodie &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - Not what you take or what you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Something's gotta change again, i'm losing, my inspirations gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 -&lt;strike&gt; I'm sick of smiling, and so is my jaw &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font color =white&gt; Understatement - New Found Glory &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color =green&gt; Cholas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - Let's go down now, into the darkness of your thoughts, hurry up now we're waiting for us to fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - The story behind the painting I drew is already told &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - I could hang around, You could let me down, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - I'ts not what you have said, its what you have done &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I skipped some songs, but only coz they had the song title in the first line, and I don't think that's any fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114465667594151920?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114465667594151920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114465667594151920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114465667594151920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114465667594151920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/because-im-lame-lamb.html' title='Because I&apos;m a Lame Lamb'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114459045690400050</id><published>2006-04-09T19:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:54:21.653+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God.</title><content type='html'>I came home tonight after work and then Netball training, to find my brother and father rolling around on the floor. I am not kidding, they were both doubled up with laughter. What were they laughing at? you may ask. They were watching Extreme Makeover. It was a SPECIAL because it was a husband and wife both getting an extreme makeovers, and at the end they met up with their three kids who had all had mini extreme makeovers (READ: were taken shopping) It was possibly the worst thing I have ever seen, with a gayer than gay hairdresser, and a way too enthusiastic breat surgeon, it made for some NOT quality tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, some little things just make you smile. At netball there were lots of other people using the cricket nets and oval and stuff. The was this one guy, a young father, with his two daughters, one about fours years old, the other about two. He had a remote control car and was making it go all over the court. His daughter were chasing it and just having such a good time. Running and laughing. It was fair cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114459045690400050?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114459045690400050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114459045690400050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114459045690400050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114459045690400050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God.'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114449831803507113</id><published>2006-04-08T20:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:41:58.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Stripe</title><content type='html'>So, last night. Last night I went to the markets with Juan, we had dinner and it was yum, Friday nights at the markets has become a sort of tradition for us. Anyway, on the way home I totally collapsed. Crawled into bed at about 8pm, slept straight through until 10 this morning. That's 14 HOURS! My blood sugar dropped dramatically and I just dropped. It sucked. &lt;br /&gt;From what I hear I missed out completely last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman" SIZE="+3" COLOR="#33FF99"&gt;Happy Birthday Ali!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is new. I have uber work tomorrow. 6-12 at Brumbys and then 1-5:30pm at La Cobbler, mum's shop. &lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman" SIZE="+3" COLOR="RED"&gt;YERK&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do that music thing that is going around the Blogosphere. But not now. I will try and do it tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say. Gunna go and get some more mega sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing TOE SOCKS!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://213.35.53.10/store/media/new/all/main204c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://213.35.53.10/store/media/new/all/main204c.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetfear.com/includes/images/products/midsize/847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.planetfear.com/includes/images/products/midsize/847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasday.com/nws-common/mardigras/products/94105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mardigrasday.com/nws-common/mardigras/products/94105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114449831803507113?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114449831803507113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114449831803507113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114449831803507113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114449831803507113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/stripe.html' title='Stripe'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114437992540231106</id><published>2006-04-07T12:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:48:45.513+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://slacy.com/gallery/d/49123-2/57_Val_bedroom_a_mess.jpg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is not my room, but is to demonstrate the grossness of my room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom at the moment looks like a bomb has hit it. And not in a good way. It just looks terrible. Now I will be the first to say that I am not a neat or an organized person. Not even remotely. But it has just gotten too bad. For starters there is clothes ALL over the floor, everywhere. My work uniform, other clothes, plus bags and paper and uni stuff. PLUS other gross stuff. A half empty 2 litre bottle of Coke, a McDonalds nuggets container, several empty water and Coke Zero bottles. It’s just BAD. I am ashamed. Oh and my bed. It’s only just made, it has an electric blanket (OH the goodness!!), a top sheet used as a bottom sheet, and a doona that keeps falling off. Nothing is tucked in and half of my pillows have no pillow cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really have anything else to say on the matter, except that my room is gross and i should clean it. Now. Except I can’t, coz I am not home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other whingey matters, I have a weekend of work coming up. I am working Saturday 12 till 5:30 pm at Dare, then on Sunday I’m working 6:30am till 12pm at Brumbys, and then 1-5:30 pm at La Cobbler. Yep, you read right, 3 jobs. And I hate all of them. TOO MUCH. And the people I work with are retarded. The bakers and I are not friends anymore, I guess we just don’t get each other. I’m sick of my Saturday job, been doing it since I was 14. AND La Cobbler wasn’t even my choice. It’s my mums shop and she just tells me I have to work. I get no choice. YARGH. *Whine whine whine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114437992540231106?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114437992540231106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114437992540231106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114437992540231106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114437992540231106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/bedroom.html' title='Bedroom'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114423976928347983</id><published>2006-04-05T20:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:20:44.256+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = FF33CC&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Listening To:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;&lt;Menu&gt;OkGo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Get Over It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;We Dug A Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Don't Ask Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of Dork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;BoyBand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Murdered in the Mosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazlo Bane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheAUDITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Entire Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisschasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Entire Album&lt;/MENU&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbug... I feel like I should post, but I'm not sure what about. Nothing over the top exciting has happened. Over the weekend I worked both Saturday and Sunday, and then had netball on Sunday night. Oh, and on Sunday afternoon I went to Ronnie's, we watched Rope, an Alfred Hitchcock film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvdbeaver.com/film/DVDReviews17/a%20Alfred%20Hitchcock%20-%20Masterpiece%20Collection%20DVD%20Review/rope%20sub%20Alfred%20Hitchcock%20-%20Masterpiece%20Collection%20DVD%20Review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://dvdbeaver.com/film/DVDReviews17/a%20Alfred%20Hitchcock%20-%20Masterpiece%20Collection%20DVD%20Review/rope%20sub%20Alfred%20Hitchcock%20-%20Masterpiece%20Collection%20DVD%20Review.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2005/03/11/bfi_rope3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2005/03/11/bfi_rope3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are studying in in our Scriptwriting course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we got our asses kicked in our netball final. It was like 22-4 or something evil like that. How depressing. The next season starts at the end of April methinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yargh, the next month or so is going to be hectic. I'm working all weekend, every weekend, and then I'm going away to Middleton, or at least trying to and then also trying to plan a trip to Melbourne, as well as dealing with uni stuff. I dunno, I guess it doesn't seem like much, but I feel kinda stressed thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egs-avatars.com/e_gs_images/rock/amylee/fond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.egs-avatars.com/e_gs_images/rock/amylee/fond.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most rockin picture ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably sleep. If anything interesting happens, I'll post. It's fricken FREEZING! I love it, so much RAIN today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigfoto.com/themes/nature/winter/snow_road-winter-xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bigfoto.com/themes/nature/winter/snow_road-winter-xs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114423976928347983?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114423976928347983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114423976928347983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114423976928347983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114423976928347983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/04/beans.html' title='Beans'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114371165081710387</id><published>2006-03-30T19:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:33:35.950+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Flex</title><content type='html'>Sitting in a dark car, on the side of the road, all my lights off, the only lights, the dim streetlights and the headlights of passing cars. &lt;br /&gt;Incubus' 'Drive' is playing softly in the background, and I went to that place. That place where nothing else matters, except being, just being. Breathing. It was like I was watching a movie. My surroundings seemed entirely choreographed. Everything seemed so peprfect, as if I was waiting for something to happen. If it was a horror movie, I would have been attacked by a knife-wielding mad man. If it was a tragic love story, I would have been hit by a drunk bastard in another car, just as my lover was crossing the road. And just like that, it ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114371165081710387?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114371165081710387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114371165081710387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114371165081710387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114371165081710387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/flex.html' title='Flex'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114352522134953714</id><published>2006-03-28T16:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:07:48.556+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I Want It That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="328" height="265"  src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2682319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell which is funnier, the guy on the left who is REALLY into it, or the monkey man on the right... Or the random in the background trying to finish his thesis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114352522134953714?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114352522134953714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114352522134953714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114352522134953714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114352522134953714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I Want It That Way'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114302787256192061</id><published>2006-03-22T21:32:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:14:32.630+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>As you may know, I am an avid reader of the Post Secret website. And while I really like it, it can be fairly depressing because everything seems to be about depression or suicide or molestation etc. But sometimes, just sometimes there is something uplifting. Something that makes you smile, even laugh. Or even makes you go "Rock On!" This is one of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/effect.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Haha how good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I am supposed to be studying for an exam? Yep, I am procrastination Princess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114302787256192061?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114302787256192061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114302787256192061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114302787256192061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114302787256192061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114301465192798497</id><published>2006-03-22T18:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:37:41.756+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Princesses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:516; padding:5px; border:1px solid rgb(255,255,255); font-family:arial; font-size:12px; color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,102,255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; text-align: center; margin: 0 0 5px 0;"&gt;What Kind of Princess are You?  -  Beautiful Artwork (Original Music is BACK!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FA/FAE/FaerieFriend/1128880852_lade-Noble.JPG"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Noble PrincessYou are just and fair, a perfectionist with a strong sense of proper decorum. You are very attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity. For the most part you are rather sensible, but you are also very idealistic.Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray dragon.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(128,0,128)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/What+Kind+of+Princess+are+You%3F++-++Beautiful+Artwork+%28Original+Music+is+BACK%21%21%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2270228"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114301465192798497?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114301465192798497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114301465192798497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114301465192798497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114301465192798497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-for-princesses.html' title='Yay for Princesses!'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114301321176131663</id><published>2006-03-22T18:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:10:11.773+10:30</updated><title type='text'>No Sweet Nah-nies</title><content type='html'>How sad, Bananas will soon go up to over $12 a kilo, because of all the ruined crops in Queensland from Cyclone Larry. Okay, so this isn't the worst thing to come out of Cyclone Larry, but its probably the thing that will affect most people out of QLD, except those who have family/friends up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114301321176131663?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114301321176131663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114301321176131663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114301321176131663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114301321176131663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-sweet-nah-nies.html' title='No Sweet Nah-nies'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114292152640960005</id><published>2006-03-21T23:40:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:12:46.580+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Becoming A Boring Pop Song, And Everyone Is Singing Along</title><content type='html'>Well, Friday was St Patties Day, and also SimonTheBaker's 23rd birthday. The girls decorated the bakery with balloons for him. Amusing. On Saturday I had to work, but after work, Juan and I met Nick, Nod and Ronnie at The Elephant in the city. We were later joined by Carla and umm Sarah (?), who had fun climbing all over Nod, and we were also joined by Albert The Random, and Tom Woodward. Ronnie, Juan and I soon moved on to Mojo to meet up with Simon and his buddies to celebrate Simon's 23rd birthday, which according to him, the 23rd is VERY important, like the 18th, 21st, 50th etc. DORK. Anyway, we got our asses beat by a total pool shark, which was fun and humiliating at the same time. At about 1:30 we moved on to the Casino, but alas, couldn't get in for Steph did not bring ID. So we caught a cab to her car, then drove back to the casino to drop Cholas off (by that stage, Nod had won about $400 playing poker), and then headed up to good old Brumby's to visit Nathan. We got free drinks and warm muffins, which is normal to me, but exciting for Juan and Steph, and we discussed many a thing, including whether or not it is possible to fit a person into the ovens. We headed off before 4am, and went home to pretend to sleep. Then I had to work at 6:30am.  YUK!!  Netball was at 8:50 and we thoroughly SUCKED ASS. We were like little Nemo, flopping around, just wanting to go home. It was terrible. There was the usual Maccas visit afterwards, and then homeski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Juan and my 10 month anniversary. So we went to Marion to see Tristan and Isolde. It was between that and Lord of War, which I also want to see, so Juan and I resorted to the usual Paper, Scissor, Rock tournament. I won, so Tristan and Isolde it was. It is an ancient tale of two lovers, who can't be together because of their warring nations. Sound familiar? Yeah, it's like Romeo and Juliet, but it was around BEFORE, and is based in Ireland and Cornwall, England.  Critics have slammed it apparently, but I really enjoyed it. Very pretty. Lots of pretty Gaelic and Celtic names. My name is Gaelic woo! It may sound like a fair girly movie, and from the romance point of view, it is, but there is also alot of violence and fighting for the boys! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/tristanposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/tristanposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/isolde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/isolde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/photo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/photo_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114292152640960005?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114292152640960005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114292152640960005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114292152640960005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114292152640960005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-is-becoming-boring-pop-song.html' title='My Life Is Becoming A Boring Pop Song, And Everyone Is Singing Along'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114241066132979144</id><published>2006-03-15T18:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:36:57.016+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Mega Uber Update! (Apologies to anyone with Dialup)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = FF33CC&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Listening To:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = 33FF99&gt;&lt;Menu&gt;Jack's Mannequin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;I'm Ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Cute Without The 'E'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Timberwolves At New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;You're So Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Subways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Rock&amp;Roll Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI type="disc"&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;/Menu&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Its been ages since I have posted, I've been busy with uni going back, family, and of course, the new layout. Thankfully the feedback about my layout has all been positive. I'm 95% happy with it. Eventually I would like a second sidebar on the right hand side, but for now its okay. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, some old pictures from that time we went to the Ice Arena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and JAmes up in the stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginnings of a new game... the boys invented i ce hockey, less the hockey stick, less a hockey puck, add a bottle cap. There were no rules except Kick the bottle cap around the rink! Uber fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Chris, have there ever been funnier people!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01617Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01617Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01597Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01597Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon! Awesome Pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so lets fast forward a little bit, to March 9th, The beautiful Ronnie's 18th Birthday. To celebrate, Tate, Raf, Bel, Jenkins, Nick and Nod went to watch the Fringe show that Steph was in, called "Wanted". We still don't know what it was ABOUT, but Steph was really good, much singing and dancing and being silly! Afterwards, we met up with Juan and headed back into the city, to The Elephant. We were met by Kel, Emo, Rachel and Lauren. After kicking back 2 Vodka and Limes, 2 Vodka Sunsets, a beer and a Cowboy, it was time for Juan and I to go. But I hear that the others stayed back, Raf and Jenkins kindly taking a very knackered Ronnie home. It was a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night was FRIDAY, which meant some uni, a statistics practical which was fairly easy =D, and then.... ARJ BARKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arjbarker.com/images/arj-poster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.arjbarker.com/images/arj-poster.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan and I went to his see His show, called Ego No Amigo as part of the Fringe Festival. It was HILARIOUS! He was a guru, informing us of the evils of the world. His attire was great, inculding a large purple sheet, SHPANTS! and Birkenstocks with SOCKS!! Mmmmm HOT! Shpants are the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arjandpoopy.com/ep6.html"&gt;Shpants!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we met him and he signed a copy of his cd for us. He's a lovely guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday bought a 3 hour shift at Brumby's and then home. Juan came over and we went out dinner and then to Norwood. We went on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, those Japanese dancing machines. UBER FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robbalvey.com/vegas04/vegas46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.robbalvey.com/vegas04/vegas46.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went and saw Match Point, the new Woody Allen movie starring Scarlett Johannson and Jonothan Rhys Myers. Surprisingly, very VERY good! The first 5 minutes, I was a little worried, I thought I would be bored, but woah! Its not really like any movie I have seen before. Its definately a go see movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksymena.pl/Plakaty/7%20paz%202005/Match%20Point2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ksymena.pl/Plakaty/7%20paz%202005/Match%20Point2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poster is cooler than all the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday bought more work, and then a long sleep, for sunday night meant... GIG!!! The Getaway Plan, Taking Back Sunday and Alkaline Trio were playing in the Fowlers Live Courtyard from 7pm. After a massive line up we got in to see The Get Up Kids last few songs. They're pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010049Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010049Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a break, and some setting up time, Taking Back Sunday took the stage. Just as their first song begun, the sky opened up and the rain started pouring down. After a few days of relentless heat, this was welcomed by everyone. Taking Back Sunday played all the favourites, This Photograph Is Proof (I know You Know), One-Eighty By Summer, You Know How I Do. They played The Blue Channel and Timberwolves At New Jersey "I got the mic and you got the moshpit!" AWESOME! The also played a few new songs off their new album (like, MakeDamnSure which you can listen to on their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/takingbacksunday"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;), which will be out April 29th W00t!! ALSO, they played Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team) EVERYONE"S favourite song, It was the greatest thing ever. Before the song came on, the rain had slowed a little, but the first few chords started, the crowd all surged forward, the rain started POURING down, and the crowd started singing and jumping simulateously. I think the greatest gig moment ever. Everyone knew every single word, the band was up for a singalong and the rain wasn't letting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010063Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010063Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010056Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010056Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010062Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010062Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010075Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010075Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010079Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010079Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010083Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010083Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred claimed he felt like a fish wearing clothes and playing a guitar. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010068%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010068%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010069%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010069%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010067Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010067Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were also really nice, not doing that whole, "wow Adelaide is the greatest city ever" routine that we all hear to often. However, they had this to say on their website: &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Australia Update&lt;br /&gt;posted on 12 Mar 2006 by: matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely blown away by all of you that have come to the 2 shows we have done so far. Perth is such a beautiful city and the excitement at the Capitol was the best first show we could have hoped for. Tonight, the Adelaide crowd was badass enough to endure the entire (outdoor) show in the rain. Not just a little rain either, but steady, increasingly heavy rain. You guys were amazing. Still no Koala or Kangaroo sitings but theres still hope and many shows yet to be played.&lt;br /&gt;Australia is starting to feel like another 'home' for us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;we will return as often as possible. &lt;br /&gt;WE'RE HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;posted on 09 Mar 2006 by: matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 243,002 hours on a plane, we have finally arrived in Perth and preparing for our first show in australia tomorrow. It is sunny and beautiful here and we cant wait to play these shows. theres something sweet and clean about the air here. im about to go into the bathroom of the hotel room to see about the toilet flushing the other way. Ive been curious about that for a while now. &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio were the headlining act, which is interesting, because my guess is that most people came to see Taking Back Sunday. Anyway, Alkaline Trio were still awesome. Some guy in the front right yelled out "Play Bleeder!", one of their old songs. He wouldn't shut up and so they agreed, but only after telling us it would sound shit coz they haven't played it in over four years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010109Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010109Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHILDREN OF SATAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010085Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010085Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010092Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010092Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010097Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010097Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/P1010106Rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/P1010106Rotated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a public holiday, and thus the day to celebrate Jacob's birthday (belatedly). We all went to the park, ate BBQ, played games, and were merry. It was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01681R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01681R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01669R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01669R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01670R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01670R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01676R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01676R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01655R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01655R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01658R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01658R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha Tom, gearing up to play Extreme Tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01662R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01662R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rugby...as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01660R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01660R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01665R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01665R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohh Poker... I went from having 2 chips to having many! W00t, I love poker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01651R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01651R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01653R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01653R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/DSC01678R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/DSC01678R.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems that black tops and jeans were very much the theme of the day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more final things... If you are up for some interesting reading, I suggest you visit this site. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Red Paperclip&lt;/a&gt; and it is documenting a guy who started off with a paperclip and making a series of trades until he gets a house. Pretty cool idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is a small video I saw when I crashed Jenkins and Raf's Communications lecture. Its really interesting, and only about 8 minutes long, I suggest you check it out. It's about the growing media network and the role huge corporations like Google play in it. &lt;a href="http://epic.lightover.com/"&gt;Epic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think thats about it. Hope you enjoyed the huge update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Caity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114241066132979144?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114241066132979144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114241066132979144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114241066132979144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114241066132979144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/03/mega-uber-update-apologies-to-anyone.html' title='Mega Uber Update! (Apologies to anyone with Dialup)'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114018851509682186</id><published>2006-02-18T01:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:31:55.110+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess old habits die hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The going gets tough... and Cait gets _______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114018851509682186?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114018851509682186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114018851509682186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114018851509682186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114018851509682186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-old-habits-die-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114017797734115715</id><published>2006-02-17T22:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:37:18.063+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Punk Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/punk-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rules&lt;br /&gt;You know that rocking out is all about taking down the man&lt;br /&gt;You've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona&lt;br /&gt;You scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm a punk rocker... what if I wanna be an emo punk... huh? HUH?? This test has NO room for negotiation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114017797734115715?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114017797734115715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114017797734115715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114017797734115715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114017797734115715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-punk-rocker-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114017773291433078</id><published>2006-02-17T22:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:32:12.926+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm an EMO rocker... I am so emo I might go get a LAMEJournal and a MySpace IN THE SAME DAY! ... and then slit my wrists... I'm gunna do the test again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114017773291433078?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114017773291433078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114017773291433078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114017773291433078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114017773291433078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-emo-rocker-expressive-and-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-114000679597708641</id><published>2006-02-15T21:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:03:16.043+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Get Karma With A Llama</title><content type='html'>Obviously, the only way for me to get better, is to watch lots of Sex and the City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched NINE episodes of Sex and the City today...NINE... Yep, in the past two days, I have watched an entire season of it. Yep. And I have to say, I'm feeling a little better...&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I had to work this morning, yeh, up at 6am. YUK. And I had to work with the stupid bakers who always pay me out... for stupid reasons... I am a girl, I live in the eastern suburbs, I know how to spell passe... Stupid boys and their stupid excuses. Simon calls me "Girly" ... all the time... its ridiculous. Oh and Nathan and I had a fight and he threw Megagrain loaves at me... I burned my finger =(  Coz one fell and I tried to catch it, but it impaled itself onto my finger... But now its okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new layout is *almost* done, cross fingers it all goes to plan. I still need to add a few things... but I'm liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late congratualtions to all who played netball on the weekend, a good win from what I hear, against fellow Merc-ers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy comes home in three days =D YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-114000679597708641?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/114000679597708641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=114000679597708641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114000679597708641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/114000679597708641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-karma-with-llama.html' title='Get Karma With A Llama'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113982119108020474</id><published>2006-02-13T19:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:09:04.856+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The New Blog Layout</title><content type='html'>Will be unveiled by the end of the week =D Excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113982119108020474?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113982119108020474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113982119108020474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113982119108020474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113982119108020474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-layout.html' title='The New Blog Layout'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113972730098187470</id><published>2006-02-12T16:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:25:01.036+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cait Needs A New Layout For This Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113972730098187470?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113972730098187470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113972730098187470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113972730098187470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113972730098187470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/cait-needs-new-layout-for-this-blog.html' title='Cait Needs A New Layout For This Blog'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113956958936905674</id><published>2006-02-10T20:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:36:29.430+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>Its ok, don't worry, I'm not about to shower praise on this internationally acclaimed band... In fact quite the opposite... I am sitting at home, not feeling very well, watching the 2006 Grammy Awards. Coldplay are performing right now. And wow, they are shite. Chris Martin is a total wankface. He jumps around the stage thinking he is all that... and THEN can't sing in tune. Dude, I may not be an expert, but I think you need to master the art of singing in tune, before you can "dance" (when I say dance, I mean wriggle around on stage bearing way too much of his hairy stomach, and then running into the crowd, trying to be cool, but failing miserably, Face it dude, you're just not that cool).  Oh and my aunt, uncle and cousing are all going to their show... I pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/_41311478_coldplayap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/_41311478_coldplayap2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of Greenday from the Grammys, just for good measure, I have to balance out the badness of Coldplay, whose music, by the way, is BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/_41311480_greendayget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/_41311480_greendayget.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113956958936905674?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113956958936905674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113956958936905674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113956958936905674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113956958936905674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113948390056029855</id><published>2006-02-09T15:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:49:41.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'>In The End Of Time...</title><content type='html'>Today I cleaned my room... Totally unfun, especially as I go by the principle; "If you put it on, you don't have to put it away"... which unfortunately left me wearing a bandana and two headbands around my head, a school scrunchie round my wrist (yes, I own one :( ), akirt over my tracksuit pants and two tops. &lt;br /&gt;It was rather interesting, and totally sexy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also watched School of Rock. "Coz I'm Chubby...AND Sexy Man..." Haha. I love that movie... plus I bought it on dvd for only $13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/school-of-rock-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/school-of-rock-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fraser.typepad.com/a_girl_a_gun/images/School_of_Rock_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fraser.typepad.com/a_girl_a_gun/images/School_of_Rock_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lafm.com/The%20School%20of%20Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lafm.com/The%20School%20of%20Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some photos from yesterday, but my dad stole the camera and took it to Melbourne, so I'll post the photos when he gets back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Castle_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Castle_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna live here =D So pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I have work tomorrow, I start at 6:30am and finish at 1:30. YUCK YUCK YUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113948390056029855?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113948390056029855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113948390056029855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113948390056029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113948390056029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-end-of-time.html' title='In The End Of Time...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113870153871657847</id><published>2006-01-31T20:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:28:58.726+10:30</updated><title type='text'>We've Known It All Along...</title><content type='html'>... and now it has been proven. German people have been found to be the most selfish people in the entire world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyplace.com/worldhistory/genocide/hitler-himmler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.historyplace.com/worldhistory/genocide/hitler-himmler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113870153871657847?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113870153871657847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113870153871657847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113870153871657847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113870153871657847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/01/weve-known-it-all-along.html' title='We&apos;ve Known It All Along...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113854534267462162</id><published>2006-01-30T00:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:38:20.950+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Face Off</title><content type='html'>And here, ladies and gentlemen, we have the difference between talent and quality, and lameness and crap pop songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a fine example of lyrics by an indie acoustic band called Gregory and the Hawk. Its called Boats and Birds. Think Architecture in Helsinki, with a better singer =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IF YOU'RE THE TYPE TO NOT READ A POST COZ IT LOOKS LONG, I SWEAR WHEN YOU READ THE SECOND SET OF LYRICS, IT'LL TOTALLY BE WORTH IT. THEY ARE SO SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics, however, are beautiful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk&lt;br /&gt;If you be my star &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky &lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night &lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me &lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy &lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my boat &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sea &lt;br /&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity &lt;br /&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze &lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free &lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to &lt;br /&gt;and past the horizon till I can't even see you &lt;br /&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your wake to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my star &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky &lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night &lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me &lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy &lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly &lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by &lt;br /&gt;stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN we have a similar themed song by Destiny's Child. Its called Cater 2 U. (I have wanted to bitch about this song for SO long. I am astounded by its absolute disregard for feminism.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I See You Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Let You Know I'm Proud,&lt;br /&gt;Let You Know That I Admire What You Do&lt;br /&gt;The More If I Need To Reassure You, My Life Would Be Purposeless&lt;br /&gt;Without You (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If I Want It (Got It)&lt;br /&gt;When I Ask You (You Provide It)&lt;br /&gt;You Inspire Me To Be Better&lt;br /&gt;You Challenge Me For The Better&lt;br /&gt;Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Help You&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Untie You Shoestrings &lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Cufflinks (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;What You Want To Eat Boo? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Feed You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Run Your Bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Desire, I'll Aspire&lt;br /&gt;Sing You A Song&lt;br /&gt;Turn My Game On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Brush Your Hair&lt;br /&gt;Help Put Your Do Rag On&lt;br /&gt;Want A Foot Rub? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Want A Manicure?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Yours I Want To Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause Baby This Is Your Day&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything For My Man&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Blow Me Away&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want Just Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Inspire Me From The Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can't Nothing Tear Us Apart&lt;br /&gt;You're All That I Want In A Man;&lt;br /&gt;I Put My Life In Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want, I Want To Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Happy You're Home,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Take The Stress Away From You&lt;br /&gt;Making Sure That I'm Doing My Part (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Boy Is There Something You Need Me To Do (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;If You Want It (I Got It)&lt;br /&gt;Say The Word (I Will Try It)&lt;br /&gt;I Know Whatever I'm Not Fulfilling (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;No Other Woman Is Willing (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Fulfill Your Mind, Body, And Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You (Promise You)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep Myself Up (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Remain The Same Chick (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Fell In Love With (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep It Tight, I'll Keep My Figure Right&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep My Hair Fixed, Keep Rocking The Hottest Outfits&lt;br /&gt;When You Come Home Late Tap Me On My Shoulder, I'll Roll Over&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Heard You, I'm Here To Serve You (I'm Lovin It, I'm Lovin&lt;br /&gt;It)&lt;br /&gt;If It's Love You Need, To Give It Is My Joy&lt;br /&gt;All I Want To Do, Is Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Give You My Breath, My Strength, My Will To Be Here&lt;br /&gt;That's The Least I Can Do,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Through The Good (Good)&lt;br /&gt;The Bad (Through The Bad)&lt;br /&gt;The Ups And Downs (Ups And Downs)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Still Be Here For You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're Beautiful (You're Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;I Love The Way You Are (You Are)&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill Your Every Desire (Desire)&lt;br /&gt;Your Wish Is My Command (Command)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart (Your Heart)&lt;br /&gt;So Pure Your Love Shines Through(Shines Through)&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness We'll Get Through (So Much)&lt;br /&gt;So Much Of Me Is You (Is You)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING, THEY SAY 'boo' AND 'do-rag'. I am disappointed that songs like this even exist, let alone get airplay. "I'm here to serve you". I am actually offended by this song&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113854534267462162?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113854534267462162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113854534267462162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113854534267462162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113854534267462162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/01/face-off.html' title='Face Off'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113834458521454834</id><published>2006-01-27T16:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:19:45.280+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Chemical Heart - Makes an awesome ringtone</title><content type='html'>Ugh! Today is hot and sticky and I'm SO not a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Australia Day and I celebrated my Australian-ness by sleeping in, then going down to Pt Elliot for the morning, and coming back, looking at Aldinga and Willunga etc. I have never been to those beaches before, they're pretty. I headed to Ali and Tom's when I got back, and arrived in time to hear the final 6 songs of the Triple J Hottest 100. Lots of people are going on about how much it sucked this year, and I agree, to an extent. Its good to know that Missy Higgins got nowhere near the top 10.   But I am sad to know that the top 5 weren't that great. &lt;br /&gt;1. Wish You Well - Bernard Fanning&lt;br /&gt;2. Catch My Disease - Ben Lee&lt;br /&gt;3. Fell Good Inc - The Gorrilaz&lt;br /&gt;4. Best of You - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;5. Dare - The Gorrilaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, a lot of good songs that I like made it in, such as&lt;br /&gt;Joker and the Theif - Wolfmother (No. 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGJAM - Butterfingers (No. 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane - Faker (No. 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/23-faker_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/23-faker_th.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-Do's and Woah-Oh's - Kisschasy (No. 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/Kisschasy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/Kisschasy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Y.O.B - System of a Down (No. 27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet As Sugar - Grinspoon (No. 42)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/400grinspoon02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/400grinspoon02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus of Suburbia - Greenday (No. 61)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/gd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/gd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotize - System of a Down (No. 76)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filthy Gorgeous - Scissor Sisters (No. 83)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/1600/index_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/457/528/320/index_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, by "a lot" I mean 'A few...' Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I say 'Ugh' to Bloc Party. I just don't get the apeal. But thanks to Al and Tom for hosting a cool party. Haha Denley passed out on the rocking chair thingo. Oh, and Tate, how many times did you say "I'm going to sleep now..." and YOU NEVER DID!! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To see your face&lt;br /&gt;It's been to long&lt;br /&gt;Since I been in your space&lt;br /&gt;And I've been tired&lt;br /&gt;And I've been bored&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be yours..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113834458521454834?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113834458521454834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113834458521454834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113834458521454834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113834458521454834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/01/chemical-heart-makes-awesome-ringtone.html' title='Chemical Heart - Makes an awesome ringtone'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113819163213280711</id><published>2006-01-25T22:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:50:32.203+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day of Work...</title><content type='html'>Since, you know, all I ever do is work, and all I even talk about is work, I'm going to post about... You guessed it... Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was supposed to go in from 6:30am till 9:30am to help a new girl open the shop. For those of you playing at home, an open shift is 6:30am-1:30pm and consists of opening the shop, getting the bread onto the shelves with prices tags etc, icing sweet goods (donuts, danishes, buns etc) and serving. So yeah, I was just there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to go wrong. I wake up at 6:26am. Yep, great start! Get there a little late, have to help NewGirl. She has NO idea, and has to be told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. CONSTANTLY. And THEN, the Head Baker told me that his apprentice baker had crushed his hand in the the dough mixer the day before. Well done. SO as well as training NG and doing my own job, I had to do the 2nd Bakers work. Yep I was HB's Oven Bitch. It was hot. In all senses of the word. On TOP of that, we had an order for 7:30am (half an hour after we open) that was for 36 sliced loaves of bread. So I had to do that as well. On TOP of THAT, HB is supposed to be on holidays 2moro, and therefore all the slices etc needed to be made, ready for the week ahead.  GAH. So it was hard enough work as it was, I was running around CRAZY, trying to get bread outta the oven, serve, ice, make donuts and pizza and custard tarts... AND THEN... We get the surprise visit of the HEALTH INSPECTOR! Way to go dude, pick on us at out lowest. As if that wasn't enough, HB made me call him 'Master' all the time, while he was calling me 'Girly'. Coz yeah that's totally fair. Gah, it sucked so much butt. It may not sound bad, but it was mega stressful this morning. I ended up leaving at 1:30, FOUR HOURS after I was supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have three... no four new burns. One is an 'L' shape on the top of my left forearm. So far that arm has three big burns on it. I look like I should belong in an asylum. On my right arm, I have one that's about 4 cm long, just a line and then two smaller ones. But one of the smaller ones is right where I lean my arm on the laptop to type, which means I keep rubbing it. It's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have to bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new dining room table. Its very long. It'll be good for playing poker on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113819163213280711?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113819163213280711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113819163213280711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113819163213280711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113819163213280711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/01/worst-day-of-work.html' title='The Worst Day of Work...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057913.post-113818936566425818</id><published>2006-01-24T17:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:12:45.733+10:30</updated><title type='text'>You Kill Me With That Same Look...</title><content type='html'>Why are boys so stupid? I'm not kidding. And I don't even mean just My Boy. I mean all boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; you think is your friend until you find out he's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who can't see what's good for him, even though its right in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy&lt;/b&gt; who you treat like your big brother, until he hugs you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy&lt;/b&gt; who IS your brother, who would be so much happier is he just let himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy&lt;/b&gt; who deserves to be happy, almost more than anyone you know, yet is disappointed time and time again, because of stupid decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy&lt;/b&gt; who won't accept the truth, even though it couldn't be more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who tells you things you REALLY don't need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who puts out all the right signals, then tells you that he thinks of you as the little sister he never had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who thinks he's ALWAYS right, even when he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy&lt;/b&gt; who refuses to care about anyone else, and then wonders why no one cares about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy &lt;/b&gt;who won't accept others' happiness because he's not happy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who won't give you the time of day, because you don't look like a Barbie doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who only gives you the time of day BECAUSE you look like a Barbie doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who epitomises everything you wish you could be, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who makes no sense, whatsoever, no matter how hard you try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That guy&lt;/b&gt; who seems perfect, until you find out he's a fucking psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That boy who treats you like a princess, even though you don't always deserve it... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057913-113818936566425818?l=evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/113818936566425818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057913&amp;postID=113818936566425818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113818936566425818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057913/posts/default/113818936566425818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilcreatesgreatness.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-kill-me-with-that-same-look.html' title='You Kill Me With That Same Look...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
