<?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-7356200</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:26.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i carried a watermelon?</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109828079492399597</id><published>2004-10-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T06:59:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uber.</title><content type='html'>well, it's hump day wednesday coming to a close. it's getting hot here again, the kind of weather where you don't even need to use the hot taps anymore because the cold just isn't.. cold.. and where it feels like summer, even though it's damn well october. it's getting too hot to climb my hill in the day time, not that i've done that in an awful long time. it's cyclone season again. can't wait for the storms to start, really, all that wind and rain.. woot! you'd think it'd bring a cool change, but it doesn't. all i can really remember from the last lot of storms was a whole pile of water coming through my roof through the air vents.. covering my oven and filling the bathroom with a heavy stream. scary.&lt;br /&gt;man i love storms. i remember being in new york last year, sitting by a river in the catskill mountains, literally shitting myself as i listened to the tornado warnings on the radio. we sang 'it's the end of the world as i know it, and i feel fine.', over and over and over, while i tried to hold onto a pole, but the closest the storm came was twenty minutes away, and even then, all we got was a whole lot of rain.. and MAN! the sky went from pitch black 9pm.. to uber bright yellow. it was awesome. never seen a sight before quite like it. loved it. wowee.&lt;br /&gt;today was one of those days where i couldn't figure out whether to scream and be a hater, or jump with joy. have a bump on my hand from volleyball, a pain in my heart from where one of my students totally stuffed my trust in them, and a pain in my gut from eating too much curry and taking on two hours of sport. oh the joys of being 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109828079492399597?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109828079492399597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109828079492399597' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109828079492399597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109828079492399597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/10/uber.html' title='uber.'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109751036364506469</id><published>2004-10-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T08:59:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no chance! one in a million!</title><content type='html'>and here we are again.. i've been asked to update my blog being that it's lacking in words and all.. it's finally my holidays and i've come to the realisation that life is a massive matrix of confusion.. decided to come back to the city for the fortnight, am going to a professional development forum of sorts on thursday and friday, am well aware that i should have done a whole lot more work than i have so far, but as per usual am relying on the fact that i work best under pressure that holidays are as such.. holidays.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle was attacked my an elephant. he was trampled by one and slung into a tree. he is getting an operation tomorrow to get his arm put back into place. i mighty hope that he is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109751036364506469?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109751036364506469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109751036364506469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109751036364506469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109751036364506469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-chance-one-in-million.html' title='no chance! one in a million!'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109447693816579620</id><published>2004-09-06T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T06:22:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peguins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf"&gt;http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the amusement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109447693816579620?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109447693816579620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109447693816579620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109447693816579620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109447693816579620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/09/peguins.html' title='peguins!'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109335061733948582</id><published>2004-08-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T05:30:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musings with a monkey cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEOW ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here with MonkeyCat who's squeaking in her sleep. Just earlier she did that freaky cat sixth sense thing, where they go all wide-eyed and stare at something next to you that's invisible, or not there or something and then disapears.. weird!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering what to do with MonkeyCat. i adopted her because she was abandoned, and i love her heaps, but she drives me insane. i don't know that i'm home enough to warrant having a cat, even if they are small, grey, cute and curl up in a ball and squeak. i'm going away again in five weeks, and then again the month after that, and then again for almost two months after that! i have no idea what to do with the little bean!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.. procrastination in regard to the cat will make everything be OK.. i'm sure things will be fine, an answer will appear, if not, i'll make one appear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GASP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually ran on a treadmill tonight for ten minutes and didn't need to die or stop. i'm so amazed. i feel fantastic. i've decided that i should post my goals and achievements on my blog, as i go along. afterall, my goal is so dang close now. i'm 74kilos... i WAS 95.4kilos.. that makes it what? 21 kilos that i've lost.. and about SIX kilos til i reach my goal weight. i swear, that the day i actually fit a pair of size twelve pants.. i'll cry with pure joy. JOY i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ERKSOME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this house is festy with roaches. big ones like this &lt;-------------------------&gt; run around at night and live under the fridge. little ones like this  &lt;--&gt; run up the walls. it's creepy, it's gross and something must be done. perhaps i should call super grover... he knows how to fix problems doesn't he? hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOWSERS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday i've been invited to a bushdance, a fancy dress birthday party, a hens night and a drinkies at a mates house. i wish i could magically go to all! but i shall incorporate a night of drunken hooliganism with a hens night of fun fun fun.. and a birthday party visit. it shall be a brill night. i cannot wait, wait, wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109335061733948582?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109335061733948582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109335061733948582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109335061733948582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109335061733948582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/musings-with-monkey-cat.html' title='musings with a monkey cat'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109317210385406153</id><published>2004-08-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T03:55:03.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it smells like a sunday.. that warm, vague aroma of other peoples bbq's somewhere down the street, that snoozy, sleepy atmosphere..  the aftermath of the weekend... and oh what a weekend it was! it has occurred to me somewhat that any effort i'm making here to procrastinate isn't working.. due to extreme tiredness.. eeek.. i need to sleep or work.. and my cat is meowing. must open the.. door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109317210385406153?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109317210385406153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109317210385406153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109317210385406153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109317210385406153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109275614674463425</id><published>2004-08-17T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:22:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>queen of taco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i went and ruined it all by eating THREE tacos... deceptively healthy with all that lettuce.. OH THE HUMANITY.. i'm never going to get to my goal if i continue to be the queen of taco.. oh gawd. so not cool. :'( wah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109275614674463425?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109275614674463425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109275614674463425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109275614674463425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109275614674463425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/queen-of-taco.html' title='queen of taco'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109266175016011726</id><published>2004-08-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T06:09:10.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today i woke up at 5:30am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's become a habit. i'm takin a pump class three days a week, with a mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;together, we shall conquer jiggle arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today i fell over at work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i bruised my knees. it was the exact same spot i fell over, last time, at work, only this time there wasn't a hoard of year 9 kids as an audience. this time however, i was carrying about 100 pages of work to hand out, my book and my pride which is probably trying to slink away as we speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today i did lots of sport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pump in the mornin, then fatburner aerobics at 5:30pm, and body balance after that. i wore my new green shorts. they are uber cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109266175016011726?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109266175016011726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109266175016011726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109266175016011726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109266175016011726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109257247189316982</id><published>2004-08-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T05:21:11.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roach racin' &amp; pointy shoes</title><content type='html'>doesn't that sound familar? doesn't that hit too close to home? it's sunday night, ten past eight already.. and where the hell has the weekend gone? it's been two weeks since the broome trip, three weeks since perth, and one night since roach racin. yes.. ROACH RACING!!&lt;br /&gt;i bumped into an old school friend, and we sat, amused, disussing the irony of moving from the city and finding ourselves seven years down the track, in a country town, watching cockroaches racing eachother in tiny little cylinders.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109257247189316982?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109257247189316982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109257247189316982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109257247189316982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109257247189316982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/roach-racin-pointy-shoes.html' title='roach racin&apos; &amp; pointy shoes'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-109231782964256272</id><published>2004-08-12T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T06:37:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and lovin' it.</title><content type='html'>i want to keep this dang blog updated.  ARGH!  just like i want to wash up after dinner every night, and clean my house every saturday, and get to bed on time, and learn the guitar, and write a novel, and actually finish reading 'war and peace', and wash my car, and learn another language, and keep a pot plant alive (RIP ichabot), and .. and .. and. achievable says you - YES! says i. i have lots planned for before i'm 27. i'm certain that by the time i'm 26 and a half, my list will have moved from the 'every intention' pile, to the 'done'... i always have worked better under pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this fabelhaft quote the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am, up north, skidding along i daresay.. and having a ball. i've decided to live the philosophy that taking chances i cool, and say 'Yes!' to opportunity.. which is why i'm now on a volleyball team (we went to Broome, had a bloomin wicked time of it, and i did a real volleyball move and all!), i'm taking life drawing classes (drawing is fun! but i've a prude of a friend who won't look at my pictures!!), i'm up at 5:30 three mornings a week, so as to get to the gym down the road for the 6am pump class! (look at my muscles -aren't i sex-eh!!!) - oh! and i'm learnin how to latin dance (yes, yes i know - move my bottom half, not my top!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lyin on the floor, typing on a lap top, listenin to 'train', my house is a shamble, need to clean, again. i only did it yesterday. geeees.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-109231782964256272?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/109231782964256272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=109231782964256272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109231782964256272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/109231782964256272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-lovin-it.html' title='and lovin&apos; it.'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-108860381584173564</id><published>2004-06-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T06:56:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrigley's freedent</title><content type='html'>not really certain what to put here today, chewing freedent gum.. have decided that it'll help .. addicted to the minty taste... mmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;it's so odd to think that this time last year, i was celebrating independence day with americans.. well, and aussies, poms and well, everybody really, in new york, running around the catskill mountains, so not ready for the possibility of bears and tornados, bad camp food, rain in summer (well, i live in the pilbara now, so i guess it's normal!) .. songs about mooses.. and rabbits.. and my american karen! (how i miss her!) HI KAREN!!! .. i guess i never knew then that i'd be singing tiny dancer on a roadtrip to woodstock, only to find out that the concert never actually occurred there.. uh.. thanks odd hippie guy outside the bank.. i never knew then how it'd feel to stand in the midst of what was left of the two towers.. or to run around those massive museums .. or look around and be surrounded by nothing but skyscrapers.. or to actually go to a broadway show.. on broadway!!! or.. or.. or to chase squirrels and pidgeons in central park!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Actually, what amazed me most was the inability of americans to understand what i was trying to say .. quite funny really, before going to the states, i watched an american documentary which featured an aussie speaking with SUBTITLES underneath him... geez! thought it was a joke til i actually got over there myself. tee hee! but i love, love, loved it. awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i think i might just chew my entire packet of gum at once. mmm. minty. fresh. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-108860381584173564?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/108860381584173564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=108860381584173564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108860381584173564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108860381584173564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/06/wrigleys-freedent.html' title='wrigley&apos;s freedent'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-108851630771587209</id><published>2004-06-29T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T06:38:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uber woot!</title><content type='html'>Mood: meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is only a feeling.. anyway! and so says the darkness. am wondering when my neighbours are going to finally complain about my recent obsession with this cd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, say you, is a cat? it is similar to a little, loud being that never lets you forget its existance.. that you occasionally have to fill will biscuits and milk - or water, (despite it's own knowlegdge that it's clearly lactose intollerant) ! and that, say i, is a cat! and when does a cat like to prove its existance..? well, at five in the mornin ofcourse!! har har. and that.. is a cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here i sit, dark circles under my eyes, due to it being day two, week ten of an eleven week term, due to owning a cat, due to being moi! and listening ofcourse, to the darkness cd, loving it, procrastinating at a disgusting rate, and wondering why i can never work at any pace beyond the ever so speedy 'oh golly, it's due tomorrow'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the lack of responsibility that comes with uni... lovin the lack of crusty money, that comes with the real world! and now that my nails are a shiny shade of shine.. i shall sign off with an adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRAY FOR MY TRIP TO THE CITY... SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-108851630771587209?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/108851630771587209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=108851630771587209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108851630771587209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108851630771587209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/06/uber-woot.html' title='uber woot!'/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356200.post-108757837824758159</id><published>2004-06-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T10:06:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And, And And the </title><content type='html'>my computer is literally going insane. not sure why... am sitting here now, should be in bed, it's one a.m, saturday morning if we have to be technical... state of mind.. is.. blergle! listenin to contemporary guitar on the radio, contemplating chinese food, a trip to the city and three more weeks of work... mmm... tired.. bed.. signing off now..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356200-108757837824758159?l=joojoobean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/feeds/108757837824758159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7356200&amp;postID=108757837824758159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108757837824758159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7356200/posts/default/108757837824758159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joojoobean.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-and-and.html' title='And, And And the '/><author><name>joojoobean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829590147301022026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
